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Scarlet Pimple

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  1. I agree with SMEE-- good quality people and football fans always welcome on this site--I hope. Glad you enjoyed browsing over the previous seasons. The last game I saw last season against Ross County was an absolute cracker with ICT doing a real number on them , vigorous and determined football  in an absolutely great game from my viewpoint.Hope it continues this term as well.                                                                                                                                                        

    I see that Chernobyl has had a real problem again..is that correct? And how have the authorities dealt with that?

  2. I think he definitely should come back. I look upon him as one of the team because of his longevity of access and the knowledge he has about ICT. Which is very considerable.

    Also, he is a bright and very knowledgeable bloke ,Jock, and if his personality is somewhat different to yours or mine then there is nothing wrong with that --- so be it, variety is the spice of life  and irritating people also serve to keep you on your toes. eh? So long as he is not normally abusive and/or contemptuous of other fans on here then I think that he should be very welcome.:tongue:

     

  3. Aye! Great mun…." Looking very promising. If Todorov has a knee problem(s) he may well be dead in the water. My bad left knee skiing injury never healed properly. I needed major surgery but could not take time off work so--I had to  figure out how to live with it and so long as I did not  stretch it stupidly I got by.

    Since then I have used only the bike and worked out every other day for years..This has strengthened both legs though and added weight to my left thigh muscle.

    Recently, however, I did 4 hours work power-washing (pressure washing )my pathways and afterwards I was in trouble. Why? Because since I am right-handed the weight of the body shifted to the left side because I needed to resist the tremendous water pressure with my left arm and side for maintenance of balance since my right side was fighting the gear. And that did it in although I had no idea that that could happen. My recommendation to anyone with a knee injury is: "do not neglect it, follow the surgeon's advice and have the major surgery if he says so."

    Hope this helps because the injury ruined my life sports-wise mostly but in other ways also such as the fact that walking on pavement is now out of the question . Cheers cahppies:    Great results so far...eh?:cheer01:

  4. Down in the Dumps I am wondering whether or not you really appreciated what you wrote?  :tongue:

    If you did, then you have a mysterious but very funny personality ..very clever m'lad….. and so you are promoted to first mate  having demonstrated hidden humour, and don't forget to sound the bell at dawn. We might run aground if asleep at the wheel.

  5. Good Lord, Jock, you could hardly buy s daily cup of coffee for that for a week in the NAAFI, I suppose. Smile

    Was your Navy food as bad as ours, pray? Awful stuff sometimes. Mind you I was never sick...Ha!Ha! .?

    Jock , I have read your monologue on your past adventures and life's progress through your time in Scotland  and then the Navy and then the major life-changing decision for you to emigrate to Australia. with your subsequent challenges and progress in the Newspaper field. What a revelatory and stunningly great ride that has been for you and was for me. as I read on..and on... Wonderful and well charged life-story  so thank you for that, One of the best pieces of writing that I have read in years. Just a fantastic experience so that if any of our ICT lads and lasses  want a thrill a minute ride  make sure you read Jock's Autobiographical stunner. Talk about life's challenges,,,phew? I just could not put the mouse down old chap. Roderick

  6. Yngwie :tongue:

    Thank you for that update.! Perhaps I should dub you "My Upkeeper" since this growing-old thing is the most bizarre thing I have yet experienced. One time your mind seems to be clear and then ...plonk.. you are up to your neck in  "stuff".

    Whew! Thank you very much  for the memory.

    I simply don't remember this posting. Maybe I just missed it! After returning from the bathroom I just went to the next post or something.

    You know ,now I recall , it was Bughtmaster and does he not live "Over the Ferry"? I will contact him, however, and see if he is still frisky and friendly...

    But reading it again I do remember one drill corporal who picked me out of a squad after returning from some drilling when at initial training  called "square bashing"and proceeded to make  me feel very small without telling me why. Maybe he just disliked my  face or something . He then shouted at me only 7-8 feet away from his face to come and stand to attention in front of him. Which I did but it was wet on the tarmac and I slipped and fell, hurting my backside and smashed my mug. Then inside of me my temper flared and I eyeballed him and he simply told me to get back to the billet without saying another word. He was a mean-spirited piece of work I must say.

    Me ; what did I do as a radar operator? Usually went down 35 feet into the ground  and did various jobs -e,g. Watched a radar screen for several hours and , through a headset, reported any blips  and their exact location and trajectory at the point where I saw them appear to the main floor tracking table  below us where their location was identified with a piece of plastic moved around by the girl (sometimes men) with a wooden rod.

    Other times at least 6 of us sat at a round table  in the "TrackTelling" room and when a pilot phoned the controller (who sat with us, but at an ops desk) to say he was lost we sprung into action and each pulled out pieces of twine by means of a ball attached to each piece across the  GeoRef table and where they all intersected that was the point on the map that he was at precisely. This information was then immediately reported back to the pilot through the Flight Lieutenant sitting at his control desk who told the pilot exactly where he was via the Georef language .Meaning the geographic reference told to him by the leading aircraftsman sitting at our table. Most of the jets we had at Broxeitel aerodrome  in Northern Germany were Hawker Hunter jets which, when revving up for takeoff, would nearly drive you crazy with the reverberating roar of their jet engines. I don't know how we got to sleep sometimes. Other times the yanks ,who shared the airfield with us Brits ,used to also rev up their Super Sabre jets and go like crazy for takeoff and they were only slightly less noisy. But we were young and soon got used to it. Cotton-wool in the ears was helpful...smile.

    The food was absolutely terrible. One evening I came back late from my shift and immediately entered the canteen to get something to eat at about 11 30 p.m. and I think I was the only person in the room. An officer came by my table and asked the usual really stupid question "is everything all right.?" I put my fork down and just looked up at him and said nothing, as if to say "well, Buddy, it's right there what do you think?" He saw the look of disgust on my poor little face and just quickly turned on his heel and disappeared. It was THAT unpalatable.

    When off duty I spent a lot of time studying by mail for the Scottish Bank Exams  and kept at it for at least 18 months. I did well too but it was so hard sending in tests and stuff to Edinburgh every week and never really knowing when you could study depending  on whether or not you were assigned to day shift or night shift. i.e not the most ideal environment for studying. But losing two years of study was never an option so you find ways and means to get it done. Was the whole National Service a thing of value.?I think so because I learned that I could travel anywhere in the world by using my tongue to ask questions and for help and to stand on my own feet which was very helpful to my self-confidence. But being paid 7 pounds 7 shillings every fortnight was NOT a just reward for all the disruption to your life that National Service entailed. for two whole years. IMHO.

  7. Och, Jock. Just for you ,I will never  opine like that again. Shoulders to the wheel now then.

    UNLESS  you play at Fort George  and against the tough soldier lads who may not be quite up to the fitness levels of the  young Caley boys. But I am very sure the whole residents of the Fort will appreciate their efforts and the High Heid Yins on the base will love the opportunity to have their lads out of uniform and dressed -to- kilt for the occasion. Also an adventure for our youngsters who will deffo then be playing against men but not that much older than themselves I suppose.  I think that everyone involved will love the event, especially oor lads under the able stewardship of a couple of our supporters.            Oh My! I just know that IHE  and Alan will be the first  ones to volunteer?

    And, Alan, the soldiers on the base will be asking you what exercises you use to get so fit-looking? Instant admiration is nae a bad thing, is it Thingme? :ictscarf::tongue:

  8. IBM it depends on the hour of the day . Since my memory is definitely going downhill fairly rapidly ( I was on the phone to me son a couple of days ago and I forgot HIS name so what hope do I have of a peaceful run-in to the finishing line?Smile.) I now know why people  call Alzheimers  one of the worst diseases known to man. It's fatal, by the way. Anyway are you sure that it was not you that chatted with me --I remember thinking at the time that the man I had been conversing with was "across the ferry" and had definitely told me that he had been stationed at another airfield  in the north of Germany etc. Maybe it was your  father ...eh what?:sad:

     

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