I would like to see something like national service brought back, for men and women ,and why not give actual lessons on respect for others,values,responsibility for your own actions and their consequences etc.Sad though I am to say it,I was on a bus the other day and everyone else was polish,,the girls were slim and pretty, as most polish girls are and they were talking quietly together, and then a group of english youngsters got on, they were rude, loud, overweight,sat down then put their feet all over the seats, I was ashamed to be british at that point. sigh :-/
this is quite amusing !:- It was war time and a young soldier was allowed home on leave,as he arrived at his home station, a pretty young girl was waiting on the platform to meet someone from the train, the soldier, thinking she was a prostitute said " how much do you charge?", she thought for a moment then said, " I don't really know, How much does you mother and sister charge??", the soldier burst into tears and apologised profusely,the girl hugged him and forgave him.. that's a true war time story !
People go on about wartime spirit, especially during the London/Coventry bombings..............My Grandads mate was an ARP warden and he reckoned that those years were the worse for burglery,rape and all sorts of things.
And as for national service, bring it back!
very true always orrible people aroud waitin to take advantage of any situation,maybe there was a slightly golden era jus after the war when peoples expectations were high for a new world order but of course doesnt really happen! but at least human rights werent prevailent an yu could tell someone of an get a bit of back up not left on yer own or be stabbed or kicked to death for it!maybe was different in big cities, plus side of the war was that some boys had guns one mate had a luger another a revolver!![no ammunition mind yu!!thank god!]]several had bayonets!!i had a very pistol that i tried to adapt to fire shotgun cartridges,oh an 410 shotguns were fairly common[i lived on a farm for a while]!not to mention an arsenal of airguns happy days a real boy's paradise!
I have been ringing this garage bloke for a week.
Every time I'm told:-
He's on another call
He's with a customer
He's out on a breakdown
He's on his lunch
He's burying the cat
Today, I finally get thru to him, and ask my question.
"Not sure, ring back in about an hour" he says.
So I give it 2 hours, to be on the safe side.
And what do i get?
A recorded message:-
"Sorry, we are closed, please try again, our opening times are..
blah, blah..Tues 9am to 1pm.. blah,blah."
Bods at my home town job centre, Huddersfield, will fund a course, to help me update my qualifications, but won't fund the bus fares and as I can't afford 'em that is that...another failed attempt to get off the benefits.
I had an appointment to see a disability advisor and was told I can do the course, well...a similar one, and get bus fares paid but I'll have to travel to Halifax to get it!
How exactly will travelling on FOUR buses, a total of 2 hours per day, 5 days a week for 13 weeks, help my sciatica, arthritis and IBS??!!! I wouldn't mind if there was a job after I finish the course but there isn't. I'm trying my best to find a job and yet again the government scupper it with their stupid rules. So much for HELP getting back into work!
The course is free, the bus fares paid...what's the catch? There has to be one, there always is.
What made me unhappy today?
Working for a bully.
He's thrown all his toys out the pram again, spent the whole day shouting, screaming and swearing, and has just smashed the fax machine up in a petulant rage.
Yet when he lays into me with a full-on verbal assault and the tears start welling up in my eyes I'M the "childish" one.
Some days I can take the stupidity, today I can't.
Severe anger management issues, that man... most of the time I can take it but given my current state of health and friggin' hormones flying about all over the place well, let's face it, it doesn't take much to open the ruddy floodgates!
Flippin' sat there crying yesterday cos my car broke down - d'oh!
Usually I'm popping the bonnet, faffing around with bits & pieces, when in doubt, give it a clout and all that!
Got in trouble for that too - taking over 2 hours "lunch break"... Aye, right... I did it on purpose... Thought I'd put myself £180 out of pocket and sit there in the petrol station with leaky-eye syndrome just for the giggles!
I hear what you're saying XK - but not an option - personal connections - I won't take that route... After my operation, I'll look around but I'll just leave quietly...
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