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Dreamtime
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526 of 554  Thu 28th Feb 2019 12:02pm  
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On 28th Feb 2019 11:49am, Midland Red said: O M G Oh my
Ditto MR. An absolute disgrace messing a patient around like that. Angry Angry
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Kaga simpson
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527 of 554  Sat 2nd Mar 2019 11:50am  
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FACT. When the lorry finally stopped, and we clambered down, we saw an old fortress/castle, at least 800 years old. This was to be our home for the next two weeks. It was only about 10 am but the sun burnt down from a cloudless sky. This colossal grey stone fortress stood about thirty feet high, the top row had gaps about a foot wide, at one corner a massive square tower rising at least sixty feet into the sky was built half in and half out of the wall. The door was little more than a postern door. My friends groaned. The whole stood on a rock base - on the far side was a sandy beach before the sea. Inside, engineers had placed an army hut, electric generator, a huge water tank and everything we needed. We each claimed a camp bed in the hut, officer and NCOs camped in the built in rooms on the far wall. Worn stone steps climbed the wall to the parapet, inside the tower another set led to a room and the parapet. Here we would set up a look-out post, with machine gun and small searchlight, where we would operate a three man team, on four hour shifts - the rest of the time we would relax, read, write or swim. My childhood dream come true. We learnt that this had once been a biblical port called Ashkelon, and about two hundred yards away was an outdoor museum of artefacts in a rocky shale hollow. About 3/4 days, a friend and I visited this, but my friend was moaning about a new rookie that was a pain in the butt, and had been caught cheating at cards, and he was threatening to damage the guy. There was a small iron ring hanging almost loose on a spindle. He took a rock and prised it off. Inside there was an inscription we could not read. Suddenly there was a shout and whistles blowing, then a guy appeared on the rim of the crater, beckoning at us. My friend threw the ring at the spindle, knocking it over. He then stood it upright, placed the ring back and joined me heading for the top of the rim. There had been a fatal accident with two of the new rookies. The guy he had been threatening had been killed. Outside there were Military Police, a meat wagon, and a lot of confusion. The padre was leaving in a jeep with an MP driver. He spotted me. I thought he was about to stop, but they swept away in front of the ambulance. I had done numerous religious tours with the padre so he knew me personally. Our group were sent back to camp and replaced by others. Two days later we were on parade at his funeral. One of the pallbearers lowering the rope with coffin stepped back, disappeared in a newly dug grave behind him - this upset the balance, the coffin nosedived into the grave, the union jack slid down, and it was macabre. A few weeks later and my friend was in a motor accident and died. We buried him a few graves away from the other guy. FICTION. The guy had held the ring in his hand at the time he threatened the guy, who died that instant. He had then thrown it down, the spindle had tilted (like the coffin), he had then discarded the ring. The inscription in the ring said "Whatever the holder of this ring asks will be done, whoever holds this ring and discards it will die an unseemly death".
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Kaga simpson
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528 of 554  Thu 7th Mar 2019 1:49pm  
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Many years ago there lived in King Street a well-to-do manufacturer, who had a hasty disposition. In an excitable moment he struck one of his female workers, who summoned him for assault. He pleaded not guilty. She threatened him that something heavy would fall at his door for saying so. The manufacturer went home with a friend and whilst they were standing outside the house talking over the case, there chanced to come along the street a very large boiler, drawn by six dray horses, going to be placed in some works in Bedworth. When the dray were opposite them, the wheels gave way under the weight onto the ground, the boiler rolled towards them. In a state of alarm they just had time to jump out the way.
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Kaga simpson
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529 of 554  Sun 10th Mar 2019 11:51am  
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In the distance the risen sun was kissing the highest peaks of the mountains. The tortuous shale strewn road turned treacherous to the screaming tyres, a narrow winding road, plunging gorges into the yawning darkness below. The cold mountain air whipped the padre's coat, who sat beside me. We had removed our berets. "Did Moses really climb these mountains to accept the words of God?" whirled through my mind. Two eagles spiralled skywards. The padre had an invitation to some religious meeting in Jerusalem that would last about an hour, he would then take a few of us on a religious tour in the Holy City. We would normally have been in an Army lorry, but today we were driven in two jeeps by Military Police, two to each jeep, who also had orders to visit Jerusalem. As we descended the mountain, pools where river warblers sang, goldfinch with rose-coloured breast, and gaily coloured fish swam. The MP's dropped the padre at his destination, then we three at the YMCA. They then sped off. The city was packed with visitors and our escort police were now on full alert as they left us. About an hour later the padre joined us. He looked as though he had been deeply shocked, an uneasiness about him. We commenced our tour of the old city wall - the stark massive wall rose about 30ft, a grey stone barricade, looked as if it could have restrained a number of tanks. It still had little damage or marks on the length still standing (about half a mile). All around were pieces of stone laying as if for a thousand years no one had been near. We then toured the Temple Mount site of Solomon. Our time was up, we returned to the YMCA, joined the two jeeps and returned over the mountains, 40-45 miles back to camp. On the journey back the padre confided in me. The meeting had been attended by world religious leaders, museum, and others. A number of ancient priceless parchments had been discovered in some mountain caves. Religions of all types were now responsible for sharing these scrolls to the world. The contents had yet to be fully known, and studied, before all was known.
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Kaga simpson
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530 of 554  Sat 23rd Mar 2019 2:24pm  
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It was early morning in April 1957 when I walked into the Casino Cafe in the Lower Precinct. As I ordered a cup of tea I glanced in the mirror on the back wall and halfway down the counter was a young woman. Our eyes met and she half-smiled in surprise. Ginny. I hadn't seen Ginny since we were about eight years old. I took my tea and sat beside her, but behind the half-smile was deep anguish. I shifted uneasy, unsure what to make of her apparent anguish, her eyes welling from some emotion. Her voice choked with pain. She blurted out, "It's David!" Ihad known Ginny, and her family, for the first eight years of our lives - we grew up like brothers and sisters, then her family had moved out the district. But unknown to Ginny I had seen her brother David several times at race meetings. He had always been a thief, a conman, fraudster, dealer in stolen goods, and in trouble with the police, but he was always immaculately dressed. I had to get her out of there to talk. I said, "Not here". She nodded and I took her elbow, moved out the cafe. "My place, just a minute away. We can talk". Two or three minutes later we were in my flat. I gestured for her coat and turned to hang it up. She blurted out, "David has killed someone". I half laughed and said, "Your David couldn't knock the skin off a rice pudding". But the tears were flowing, so I pulled her to me and hugged her. When she composed herself, I said, "Now tell me". The police had David in Lewes Prison on manslaughter charges, in a hit and run charge. I knew Lewes was that grade of prison, but said nothing to Ginny. She had just come from Coventry Station from enquiring the train to Lewes for the next morning. "Okay, I'll come with you" I said. I explained my lifestyle and we caught up with our past lives, drank coffee. Next morning we met on Coventry Station, caught the train to Brighton, booked rooms for two nights in a guest house, phoned the prison for visiting times, and visited next day. David had once driven me and a mutual friend to a race meeting, and I rated him as a careful and responsible driver but I did not tell Ginny this. David claimed he was not the driver but the passenger, but the police had not caught the guy yet. The car was borrowed from a dodgy source in Coventry, and David asked me to give someone a message in Coventry. He also gave me a few names and pubs in Brighton, and accused the Brighton Police of being corrupt, all done while Ginny was crying. That evening we visited a couple of pubs, made discreet enquires, and found out there were some very dodgy things about the Brighton Police. Next day I asked Ginny to pay David a call without me, but to ask him some questions I wanted. I could not afford to be seen involved as I had been in the said car previously. We came home next morning, but kept in touch by phone. I caught up with the guy who owned the car in a Radford pub, but I suspected it had been stolen. I gave him David's message, and I believe there was a drop in stolen parts from Coventry factories for awhile, but I kept clear and used aliases. We went back to Brighton a few days later, but David was about to be transferred to another prison. The charge had been changed to a number of smaller charges. Ginny spent a couple more days in Brighton then came home. I stayed and found some reporter was in town, also making enquiries. I found out his hotel, phoned him and gave him some of David's accusations, without disclosing our names. He could take it from there. In September the bubble burst. The chief of Brighton Police was sacked, and a couple of detectives jailed.
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Midland Red
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531 of 554  Sat 23rd Mar 2019 6:29pm  
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Another great story, Kaga - thanks Cheers It wasn't just this case which caused the Brighton Police to be accused of wrong doing, as a quick check on Google produces quite a few links - this is just one of them Oh my
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Kaga simpson
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532 of 554  Sun 24th Mar 2019 9:10am  
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Midland Red, Yes I know, but in a small way Coventry people where involved. I had to make it brief, but there was a lot more detail and I got to know more people and places that you wouldn't really meet. The old jail in Brighton is now a museum and there are many names etched on its wooden doors, some from the Mods and Rockers. I wasn't sure if it went on this forum, so thanks for the kind words. And thanks again for the help in straightening out where I go wrong.
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Wearethemods
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533 of 554  Sun 24th Mar 2019 9:31am  
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I'm sure there's a CET article about Coventry Mods in Brighton! Smile Edited by member, 24th Mar 2019 9:32 am
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Kaga simpson
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534 of 554  Sun 24th Mar 2019 11:35am  
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Midland Red, Sherry's was a well known dance bar, rowdy, seedy, and shady deals for locals. Ginny had asked me to take her somewhere she saw as real Brighton, the sort of place she had read about, so we went to Sherry's, They had a three piece band. While I was about to getting drinks a guy asked her to dance. They danced, Ginny wasn't happy. Ginny was neither plain or stunning, she had a soft mouth and nice skin. The guy came and asked her again - she refused politely. He was about to say something, I gave him a look, he changed his mind. He was wearing a leather jerkin. He drew himself up stiffly, he was still two inches shorter and twenty pounds lighter than me. Ginny said, "Some creep asks you to dance and they think they own you". Half an hour we left, to walk on the seafront. He came out the shadows, the guy in the leather jerkin. His right hand came from behind his back, a broken jagged bottle. He stood there looking at me trying to drum up courage. I pushed Ginny to one side. "Don't scream", I said between clenched teeth, "the guy's a punk". He lunged at me with the bottle, I side-stepped and kicked his arm viciously. He screamed, dropped the bottle, I sank my fist with a right-cross into his neck. He began to topple, I grabbed his neck in a chancery, twisted round and heaved him right off the ground for a few seconds, then I let him drop. Ginny stood there motionless - she didn't look frightened but I had the feeling she was, her face was taut-pale-wild. We went for coffee, she squeezed my arm.
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535 of 554  Tue 26th Mar 2019 8:13am  
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There was a race meeting on a cold March day. By the end of the third race I was a few bob in front. The next race was a long odds on fav, you couldn't oppose and you couldn't really back, but a long outsider I fancied might just get in the frame, so I backed it e.w to win me a tenner. I stayed by the bookie - if my horse got in the frame I would collect my money and go back to the coach in the warm and read a book. The race 'off' - the fav came out the mist, the length of a football field in front and my horse followed him. I moved to the bookie to collect. Miserable coot said, "You have to wait". Then the tannoy announced an objection and the crowd hooted and laughed. How could anyone object, it had won so easy? But the tannoy came on again - not a jockey that objected but the clerk of the scales. The jockey of the fav had failed to weigh in. The fav had been disqualified, my horse given first place, now the bookie had to pay me about eighty pounds more than if he had paid me two minutes earlier, when I asked. Happy days!
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Kaga simpson
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536 of 554  Wed 27th Mar 2019 11:38am  
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There was a two-day race meeting in Brighton. Red House coaches didn't go that far, so I caught the train. Walked into a small seafront hotel, asked if they had a single room for two nights. Receptionist said, "Yes, but it's on the top floor, we don't have a lift and there's no porter today". I said, "That's ok, I'll take it". Receptionist turned to a small cute blonde girl. "Is the room ready, Daisy? "Yes", she said. Just then the manger popped his head out from his office, and asked the blonde - Miss White - if a certain room was also ready. I smiled. "Daisy White?" She glowered at me, pointed a finger. "Don't you dare call me 'Chalky'". I chuckled, the receptionist smiled also, "Go on, tell him about your sisters". The blonde stuck her tongue out. Receptionist said "Her sisters are Rose and Iris". I laughed. "Go on, tell me her mother's name". "Why, of course, Lily White". We all laughed, including the blonde.
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537 of 554  Fri 12th Apr 2019 6:09pm  
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1942 and I was fifteen years old, and things weren't really going well for the allies, and Coventry had taking some awful punishment. I had lost relatives and friends in the bombing, I wanted to join up and help in the war, so I joined the Air Training Corps to get basic training. I was fitted out with simple uniform and forage cap, and I was proud as punch. After a few months I was selected to take air experience lessons at Ansty Airfield. I had watched these men training to become aircrew from as little as a mile away when I was evacuated, and marvelled at their skill. I arrived at the airfield ten minutes before time, shown to a nissen hut and introduced to the flying instructor who was to take me up. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "Yes please". "Right then, I'll put you in the picture", he said. "Now the plane is a Tiger Moth, it is totally efficient and a very aerobatic little biplane, but we won't be doing much of that today. It's powered by a gypsy engine, you can throw the plane all over the sky and it won't fail, you can spin, loop-the-loop, the engine might cut-out, but that's because the carburettor's upside down, but it will start again with no trouble, so any questions?" "No, Sir." "OK, you will sit on your parachute, and there is a little rubber tube so we can speak, and keep your goggles down or you will suffer watery eyes." I climbed in the cockpit, the engine was running and I felt the slipstream. I was apprehensive, excited, I kept asking myself how many young men were lucky enough to be allowed to go whizzing through the sky, above as beautiful a county as Warwickshire. I never had the education to become aircrew, but did meet the slipstream at full force when I did pass as an airborne soldier.
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538 of 554  Mon 15th Apr 2019 5:04pm  
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I was four years old and dad had taken me down to the farm. The farmer's son, nicknamed 'Boss', was leading the big shire horse out of the stable. He stopped to talk to dad, who picked me up to stroke the giant horse's head. He then put me down on the ground and I immediately ran under the horse's belly to see what 'Boss' was doing on the other side. He smiled down at me, swept me up in his arms and placed me on the back of the horse - they both held my hands on either side while the horse walked to the granary door. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. When we got to the door dad lifted me into his arms, 'Boss' opened the door and the great horse walked out into the field. I was then taken into the kitchen of the farmhouse and I was passed on to 'Boss's' mother who sat me at a table. "I've baked a cake", she announced, and placed a huge warm fruit cake on the table, gave me a big slice and fussed round me. The two men then went off to play tennis behind the big Dutch barn. As a four year old I knew none of this, blissfully unaware (I was told all this when I was older). On the kitchen table was a large glossy white china pot, dressed in a fitted blue and yellow cosy, that I would become to know well in the coming years. The tea was poured through a strainer, for the tea was loose in those days. I can remember dozens of those days, of toast and honey straight from the hive, and homemade jam and crumbling fruit cake. In common with many old houses, Main Pit Farm possessed a distinctive personality, an aura far more with the past than the then present.
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539 of 554  Mon 29th Apr 2019 6:54pm  
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Old Lincolnian. Now there's a name to remember - Lincoln, a good old ancient English town. I had come to Lincoln to watch a horse run, the horse's name Dramatic, and I had taken the dramatic way of earning my living against all criticism as a gambler. As I stepped down from the coach on a bleak March day, beads of water ran down the windshield, the air damp, bleak tree trunks waiting for spring and doubts creep in. Have I chosen wisely? Dramatic had impressed me the previous year, and as second favourite I had backed him to ante-post odds throughout the winter. The parade of the horses soon picked up my confidence. Dramatic sparkled, and so did Gordon Richards, they looked supremely confident. I placed more money on Dramatic then took my place in the stands. The horses down at the start, and there's a commotion, bookies racing to place bets on a very long outsider, some wiping this horse off their boards. I looked at the Sporting Life, the horse was French, and a huge outsider, but now was causing a dramatic furore. This was all new to me, but then the tannoy announced that this horse was disqualified, and the race started, but a furlong from the winning post Gordon cruised to the lead and won comfortably. I was shouting and jumping for joy. A few days later the story broke; the horse was French, the stable boys could not speak English and had been warned not to talk to anyone, the horse had been swapped for look-a-like that was of much better class than the horse that had been declared for the race. A big gambling coup had occurred, the stewards had smelt something wrong and disqualified the horse on a small infringement while pending enquiries. Me; I had made more money than any Coventry factory would have paid me in twelve months.
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540 of 554  Thu 2nd May 2019 3:46pm  
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A young officer (Captain) found himself on Vimy Ridge in April 1916. The French had lost a lot of men here and the rats had picked the bodies clean. The German bombardment was very fierce, really hellish, if a shell buried a man it was practically hopeless to try and rescue him out of the quagmire. There was a blinding flash, a terrific explosion and then utter darkness. He awoke, could only see out of his right eye, his whole body in pain, an orderly rang a small bell and a doctor appeared. "Do not try to move, do not try to blink your left eye, the war is over for you young man, we are shipping you back to blighty, you have several shrapnel wounds, you have lost some fingers on your left hand, and you have shrapnel on your left eye. We don't know how much that eye is injured, you have a good chance of full recovery, apart from the loss of a few fingers. We can do no more here, good luck". He travelled by hospital train to Dover, and a few months later was sent to Osbourne House on the I of W to recuperate. He lay awake, and the clock beside his bed would click the minutes, click, breathe, click breathe, and the moon would crawl across the panes of the windows. He worried what he would do for the rest of his life, he had no trade, no money, no future. On his second morning a young, very attractive nurse came into the ward, twenty feet away, and she smiled at him, then left. The man in the next bed said "that's the famous Helen", and chuckled. "Yes", he said. The man shook his head. "Beautiful". She never took her eyes off you when you were brought in here yesterday. The captain glared at the speaker. The man laughed in his face, and so did the captain laugh, and they immediately became friends. But the guy was a full star general. "That is one well formed woman, and while we all drool she fancies you" he said. A few weeks on and the nurse and the captain were well and truly in love. The nurse asked if she was allowed to take him away to her home for a few days. Her parents had a farm a few miles outside of Coventry and it was spring, the meadows full of primroses, the woods full of bluebells, the birds chirping, he had never known so much beauty. But he still had bad dreams and often screamed in the night. The nurse comforted him. Some months later he was discharged from the Army, and Helen left nursing and became a farmer's wife. They married, and her father helped them purchase a small farm of 130 acres on the border of Coventry. Helen became pregnant.
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