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Post by Chumbles on Feb 17, 2019 2:49:47 GMT
I read of family wistfully - my last surviving close relative, my millionaire brother, had v v little time for me; in the 35 years before he died last January he had never initiated any contact with me apart from signing Xmas cards his wife sent. I can't say I miss him much because in most respects he didn't exist.
Apart from him, there is only my Scottish cousin (whom my brother also ignored), who shares no interests at all with me - the veneer of civilization rests lightly on the poor lass; her mother - a horrendous woman from Broughty Ferry - ignored her whilst she slowly and purposefully drank herself to death, so it's not surprising ...
My 'close' family were quarrelsome and the relationship between my father and brother so very toxic that he maintained that he was really the son of a different man; a poisonous fiction he maintained in spite of the great pain it caused the old girl. I was sent off to college by my father at 18 with the words "Don't expect to ever live here again". All in all it's a miracle I've got even remote contact with normalcy.
Which brings me onto a slightly awkward problem - I have a number of games that ought to go to someone who might use them at some point - they're predominantly games for big people, some of which, like Cosmic Encounter, are the base + expansion. Sadly, the heart of my enormous collection I gave to my close friend on the grounds that I only ever played them with him. He unexpectedly predeceased me during the start of my catastrophic illness and his lovely wife unthinkingly (but understandably) cleared those out to the tip. I'd rather the ones I have left went somewhere useful.
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Post by Chumbles on Feb 17, 2019 4:35:37 GMT
I won't say they are worth a special trip!
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Post by Shenguin on Feb 17, 2019 7:46:24 GMT
Chumbles there, giving a bit of light relief the only way he knows how.
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Post by crankcaller on Feb 17, 2019 8:45:45 GMT
I didn't speak to my dad the 27yrs before his death last year. Can't imagine not talking to my sister for 35.
The things the mind turns to in the middle of the night.
Hello. Sunday. Off up to Mrs Cranks folks to do a project for the child's school. Make an item of clothing out of recycled materials. Fuck off.
TV. True Detective. All caught up and heading towards a sinister ending. Good TV.
Games. Started Hitman - just the training mission on the boat. Seems decent. Later on deliveries in GTA mainly as an excuse to chat to my pal.
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Post by Felice Landry on Feb 17, 2019 9:06:03 GMT
I'm just the right height
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Post by lonewolf on Feb 17, 2019 9:18:30 GMT
Just read an article that stated that Bilbo never wrote a book as Hobbits dont write books.
Except you know The Red Book of Westmarch and the books that Merry and Pippin wrote.
Considering it was an article on things the movies got wrong just makes it worse.
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Post by Destry on Feb 17, 2019 9:19:21 GMT
I'm just the right height For an Ewok? |
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Post by scubar on Feb 17, 2019 9:24:14 GMT
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament...
My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon... luge lessons... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really.
At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking... I suggest you try it.
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Post by Chumbles on Feb 17, 2019 10:13:05 GMT
Please, sage scubar, tell us some more - what happened next? |
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Post by Shenguin on Feb 17, 2019 10:16:41 GMT
The details of my life are nothing, except insofar as I may be a footnote in history books about those far greater than me. At the age of 10, I was rescued from the orphanage by a kindly master who required a servant lad. My life in the castle was hard work, but I was not unfairly treated. Master's son, some years my junior, was the focus of many of my tasks. Being of exceptional mind, in time I became tutor to the lad, who was an excellent student in all fields of study. True greatness, however, is not forged in the flame of happiness, but rather in the fires of misfortune and tribulation. The outbreak of war all but devastated my life, and I was, despite Master's not inconsiderable social standing, conscripted, an act of cruelty against my will and my conscience. In short, the war changed everything, and on returning home from foreign fields I built myself a new life in a new town, news of Master's death having reached me in the final cruel months of the war. I knew only that his son had been evacuated to an equally wealthy and respected branch of the family in America. I cannot vouch for what kindness his new family might have shown him, but I know he will have been without material want, and for that I am grateful. Further details of my humble life are unnecessary, and doubtless I will never again play as important a role in shaping history as I did for those few short years when I tutored Master's son: that son, my friends, was prudy01 and I am grateful to God that I was granted such an honour as that. |
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Post by tenthenemy on Feb 17, 2019 10:18:49 GMT
Good morning, Ents, Orcs and - Ewoks? Wrong franchise, Destry.
Today is my birthday. I'm waiting for an Amazon delivery as I can't hit the pub until it arrives.
Yesterday I started playing Starlink: Battle for Atlas because there's some extra stuff going on this weekend. Very nice so far. Of course I'm playing as Fox McCloud in the Arwing and couldn't care less for any of the other characters.
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Post by Felice Landry on Feb 17, 2019 10:24:01 GMT
Happy Birthday tenthenemy , rookie mistake getting something delivered on the same day, now no booze only constantly updating the Amazon tracker and fretting, unless you paid for a pre-noon delivery then well played |
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Post by Shenguin on Feb 17, 2019 10:25:19 GMT
Happy Birthday Tent Hen!
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Post by Destry on Feb 17, 2019 10:25:26 GMT
In my defence I have never read any Tolkein, nor have I seen any of the films so had no frame of reference.
And Happy Birthday Tent Hen.
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Post by tenthenemy on Feb 17, 2019 10:29:09 GMT
Happy Birthday tenthenemy , rookie mistake getting something delivered on the same day, now no booze only constantly updating the Amazon tracker and fretting, unless you paid for a pre-noon delivery then well played Thank you! Unfortunately it was a bit beyond my control, but if it doesn't work out I'm also happy to hit the pub tomorrow. |
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Post by MrTiddles on Feb 17, 2019 10:29:34 GMT
No booze in the house on your Birthday? Rookie mistake. Oh, and I wish you all the best on this special day.*
*Hallmark cards got nothin' on me. Amateurs.
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Post by MrTiddles on Feb 17, 2019 10:32:33 GMT
Happy Birthday tenthenemy , rookie mistake getting something delivered on the same day, now no booze only constantly updating the Amazon tracker and fretting, unless you paid for a pre-noon delivery then well played Thank you! Unfortunately it was a bit beyond my control, but if it doesn't work out I'm also happy to hit the pub tomorrow as well. In fact, I'll probably stay there overnight. ftfy. |
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Post by crankcaller on Feb 17, 2019 10:37:16 GMT
Happy Birthday Tenthen!
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Post by MrTiddles on Feb 17, 2019 10:39:28 GMT
Shenguin Of course I'm being patronising - it's what you and I do best  The problem with being the best at something, there's only one direction left to go!... Would that be here?  |
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Post by Faceless on Feb 17, 2019 10:56:30 GMT
Happy birthday Tent Hen. Getting stuff delivered to your house though, rather than your local boozer? Classic doing it wrong.
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Post by tenthenemy on Feb 17, 2019 10:58:43 GMT
No booze in the house on your Birthday? Rookie mistake. Oh, and I wish you all the best on this special day.* *Hallmark cards got nothin' on me. Amateurs. Who says that I haven't got any booze in the house? I'm not new to this thing called 'life', you know. |
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Post by MrTiddles on Feb 17, 2019 11:08:04 GMT
No booze in the house on your Birthday? Rookie mistake. Oh, and I wish you all the best on this special day.* *Hallmark cards got nothin' on me. Amateurs. Who says that I haven't got any booze in the house? I'm not new to this thing called 'life', you know. I stand corrected. Can you send some to me (please)? |
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Post by Ozymandias Kane on Feb 17, 2019 11:22:44 GMT
Happy birthday Tent Hen. Getting stuff delivered to your house though, rather than your local boozer? Classic doing it wrong. 'appy birtday Tent Peg hic burp should have had your 'Amazon bottle of something and curry flavouring' delivered by pixies and pink elephant's to cheer you up here is your birthday pressie.. tenor.com/view/dance-dancing-orangutan-gif-4160071 |
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Post by Chumbles on Feb 17, 2019 11:27:00 GMT
Many happy returns tenthenemy femme fatale, tinfoil milliner to the stars, we just hope your minions do more than watch...  |
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Post by MrTiddles on Feb 17, 2019 12:18:55 GMT
Happy birthday Tent Hen. Getting stuff delivered to your house though, rather than your local boozer? Classic doing it wrong. 'appy birtday Tent Peg hic burp should have had your 'Amazon bottle of something and curry flavouring' delivered by pixies and pink elephant's to cheer you up here is your birthday pressie.. tenor.com/view/dance-dancing-orangutan-gif-4160071I see you've been to one of Shenguins parties... |
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