I slept one night in a cell, on Alcatraz.
Something random about you that no one on here would know. Can be totally irrelevant and pointless, or interesting!
When I was an unemployed 20 year old I got a job at the supposed largest magic company in the world in my hometown of Bideford. Supreme Magic - I worked there for a few weeks in the warehouse packing up tricks and posting them literally all over the world. Mainly to Japan and the USA. Paul Daniels was good mates with the in house Magician. David Copperfield, Ali Bongo and many other well known magicians bought stuff off them. I learnt a lot about how tricks were done. Company went out of business a few years later.
I slept one night in a cell, on Alcatraz.
I once had to cross-check a bunch of tourists out of the way of the royal guard at the castle of the Swedish king in Stockholm.
Trivia = three roads.
Somewhere commonplace.
Also used to mean the lower arts, such as grammar. Yes, grammar used to be subordinate to music.
Speaking of trivia, didn't verv start a thread on it a while back?
I may have imagined this.
I think you're right, I certainly remember sharing with the forum that I used to deliver Noddy Holder's Sunday papers when I had a paper round.
I told Derek Nimmo to F-off. Several times.
I have raced and beaten (at their own event) a multiple Olympic and world champion
I once, as a joke, drove a car into Poole park lake.
I appeared on the TV show First Dates
I advised a future Prime Minister and taught the son of a another one.
'Against stupidity, the gods themselves struggle in vain' - Schiller.
^You were ahead of the game, SJ!
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Indeed....this was in the 90s and more than a few beers had been consumed!
^Ah, yes. I remember you mentioning it as well, C-B.
Fairly sure now. Don't think Mr Reed was there, I'm sure that would have stuck in my memory.
Superbly flat delivery. I could imagine Appleby saying that.
Whilst visiting a gun club in Pasadena, I once held a door open for Clint Eastwood.
Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all.
Friedrich Nietzsche
I have shaken the hand of the person in my avatar.
I have lived a life of crushing tedium, punctuated only be outbreaks of surpassing dullness and overwhelming mediocrity, such that I can bore any man, woman or child - even an ADHD-afflicted two-year-old who has recently unearthed your amphetamine stash - into a co..... . . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZ Z Z Z Z Z Z
I have, however, knocked Bruce Forsyth clean off his feet after he made the schoolboy-error of coming between me and my local vendor of inebrients at the end of a long working day. There was also a large, heavy curtain intervening in the whole sorry farrago, and I had not the slightest intention of upending the ancient, irritable homunculus. Fortunately, he weighed about as much as a malnourished sparrow, so floated - featherlike - to the floor (I prefer to imagine...) sustaining no lasting corporeal affront. Indeed he flickered upright from the prone position with a speed and nimbleness that would have been impressive in someone one third his age.
Didn't he do well?
Higher or lower?
In this case, Bruce - lower.
I was involved in a gun battle in Luanda, Angola. Basically my father worked for a large oil and gas company and Africa was his patch. One summer during summer break from University I accompanied him to Angola.
The compound where we stayed was US run and protected by the Angolan military. At the time there was a civil war going on between the government and the pre-independence UNITA rebels. Anyway about 3 nights in we were woken by gunfire, explosions, glass shattering etc and we dived under our beds. Bullets were raking the walls of our room. A couple of hours later the all clear was given and we ventured out to see devastation of exploded vehicles, debris everywhere, the works. Had we been attacked by UNITA (and why as they were pro-USA)?
Um, no. What had happened is that the Angolan military had gone on a night exercise following reported sightings of UNITA rebels in the vicinity. They were replaced by the Luanda police to protect the compound. Hours later when the military returned they found some of the police officers in bed with their wives. A shoot out ensued between the 2 groups of people who were supposed to protect us!
Africa is a very tribal continent and in this case if you came from one group you joined the Army, another group it's the police. And they HATE each other.
Interestingly this episode was all covered up as the Angolan government didn't want the incident to get out into the mainstream media. They would happily report on atrocities committed by the UNITA rebels but anything else was sanitised before being reported on