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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Malc on September 21, 2007, 11:35:16 AM
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I have decided I want to return to work in the UK.
I have really missed the place, the culture and the crack, and though I like Australia and the Aussies (most of whom are Poms anyway) I really have enjoyed my time here on holiday.
I'm talking to a couple of people over the next week or so regarding a move back to Britain.
I haven't discussed this with my wife yet, as she will offer quite some resistance. She loves Australia a lot more than I do, to the point of obsession, in fact.
I'm tempted to give my boys one more year of football in Oz before we move back, but I was shocked to find that a friend's son who we visited yesterday (older brother of the little lad who was in the Sun newspaper who came to play for Man U) had to jump almost two years of schooling. He was in his last term of primary in Oz and now must enter his second term of secondary school.
More later.
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How do we lodge an objection? :o
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You can't. I have the passport. Think yourself lucky I'm not a Romanian gangster.
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I also like the fact that I can post here in "real" time, not like in Oz where I'm often posting when you lot are in bed.
I've been watching Man U and Celtic in my time zone too, instead of having to wait up intil three in the morning. Didn't stop Celtic playing absolute sh*te, though.
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I agree with that, they were terrible, and what about Nakamura?
Not being able to get a corner kick over the first head (twice), schoolboy stuff.
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And I believe they lost to Hibs this weekend. Oh dear. Is it time for Wee Gordon to take the high road?
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I was in Bristol yesterday to visit my oldest son and catch up with my sisters, who also made the trip (one from Dorset, the other from London).
What a great day! I passed right by Shrewsbury on the train, so wasn't able to pop in to see any of you who may live locally, but I am becoming increasingly enamoured of that Welsh borders area, and I wasn't shot or stabbed once.
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The ambush did not work. I told you Mince that the archers would not work.
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I passed right by Shrewsbury on the train, so wasn't able to pop in to see any of you who may live locally
That'd be me then. >:(
...but I am becoming increasingly enamoured of that Welsh borders area, and I wasn't shot or stabbed once.
I've lived on (the wrong side of) the Welsh border for five years now, and I can confirm that I have indeed very rarely been stabbed or shot. Apologies if this is disappointing news to some.
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Tarks, could you get me a house there?
I'll pay you back.
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Pshaw! You don't need to pay Tarks back! He worked for D.C. Thomson's!
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I used to live in a town called Buckley, this town is two miles from Mold. A very pretty area and the best drinking water from the taps.
We have a show over here from the BBC called escape to the country - it makes me homesick but at the same time I don't see how people can afford houses in GB anymore.
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Diane, I'm a Liverpudlian and I used to go to a boarding school near Mold. The water in Liverpool comes from Wales and you're right, it's the best drinking water from the taps. I've been in London for 43 years and I still can't drink the water that comes from the tap.
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Diane, I'm a Liverpudlian and I used to go to a boarding school near Mold. The water in Liverpool comes from Wales and you're right, it's the best drinking water from the taps. I've been in London for 43 years and I still can't drink the water that comes from the tap.
You could try opening your mouth.
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Pshaw! You don't need to pay Tarks back! He worked for D.C. Thomson's!
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Yes, Tarks, that would be you in Shrewsbury, but my original plan was to drive to that area and then knock on your door as well as anyone who lived in a fifty mile area.
I quickly realised that was too ambitious, and settled for waving as I flew by on the train.
I'm staying at a hotel in Bayswater which advertised itself as a 3 star modern, light and airy affair with internet access, cable, etc.
It's an effing DUMP!!! Scuff marks on all walls, cracked plaster, and single rooms masquerading as doubles to the extent that I can't get my cupboard door open because the room contains twin beds.
There are gangs of idiots sitting on the pavements around the corner all drinking and singing, and the concierge has frequent disagreements in Arabic with large swarthy men in long black coats.
It's not like I paid bottom dollar to book a room here, either. What a rip-off.
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Poor Malc. You'd have done better to go to a Travel Lodge.
For Bayswater (sounds posh, doesn't it?) read seedy Paddington.
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Yes, Tarks, that would be you in Shrewsbury, but my original plan was to drive to that area and then knock on your door as well as anyone who lived in a fifty mile area.
I quickly realised that was too ambitious, and settled for waving as I flew by on the train.
That was me in the Skoda at the level crossing in Gobowen. Could you not have managed more than one finger in that wave?
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That wasn't a finger.
I went to the Cartoonist pub tonight, no I didn't get the night wrong, it was part of my aimless wander around London with a few art galleries and tube journeys thrown in. My dicky knee has suffered badly as a result, so I'll wander less tomorrow, just stick to the tube.
I shall make the trip back to Shoe Lane tomorrow night about 5-5.30pm, as the barman advised that's when the cartoonists start rolling in.
Pretty quiet when I was there, the barman seems a nice chap. Three quid forty pee for a pint of Guinness, though. I have got used to the hotel, it's still a dump, but at least it's a place to put my head down.
The cartoons around the wall in the pub ranged from the excellent Clive Collins to a couple of dire efforts that should be pulled down.
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That wasn't a finger.
I went to the Cartoonist pub tonight, no I didn't get the night wrong, it was part of my aimless wander around London with a few art galleries and tube journeys thrown in. My dicky knee has suffered badly as a result, so I'll wander less tomorrow, just stick to the tube.
I shall make the trip back to Shoe Lane tomorrow night about 5-5.30pm, as the barman advised that's when the cartoonists start rolling in.
Pretty quiet when I was there, the barman seems a nice chap. Three quid forty pee for a pint of Guinness, though. I have got used to the hotel, it's still a dump, but at least it's a place to put my head down.
The cartoons around the wall in the pub ranged from the excellent Clive Collins to a couple of dire efforts that should be pulled down.
Are they Rogers
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Been in The Cartoonist many times, Malc. As you say, there is a mixture of wonderful and awful cartoons on display but it's a more than reasonable place for a pint. Um...don't mention me at the C.C.G.B.(Cartoonists Club of Great Britain) meeting tomorrow.
I resigned a couple of years ago over...well, it's all in the past. Have a greta night.
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I did. Someone took photies. I hope they put them up on the web.