IF....

mark

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If you could sit down and get bladdered and generally chew the fat with any 2 characters from history, who would you choose???

I thought about JC so I could ask hime If he really did catch all those fish and what bait he was using...

or hitler, was he really a transvestite.


kind of settled on Aldous Huxley (seriously trippy) and Brunel, but I might have to substitute him for caligula!
 
Me old dead dad, just for the sympathy effect I can feel as people read this post.

And Michael Winner ..........I\'d stick to soft drinks so\'s I\'d have more general hatred, direction and power in the first of many punches I would rain down on his haed / body after being granted this virtual opportunity to smash the obese weasel into the ground.

Not keen on the fella at all :cool:

Shit Michael Winners not dead I get another chance please.

[Edited on 30/6/2004 by Ell]
 
MIDAS, I could hire a troop of real clowns, get them all to shake hands with him. Kappoww Gold as a mutherf***er. Then sell or rent said full size golden clowns to the most ambitious blinged up Charvo\'s. Result . Canna canna canna canna please mark!!! :P

[Edited on 30/6/2004 by TC]
 
Oooooh......difficult question, Mark

On the other hand, this is an easy question mark.....?

Will need some thought.
 
For a fun night out I wouldn\"t mind a chat with Eric Morcambe and Tommy Cooper. Me sides are aching allready.

If it was for some serious craic ? Now that has got to be worth some serious thought.

Jim.
 
I thought about me dad, (not dead yet) but circa 1947, after 5 years in a prison camp, never says much about it, but wish he would.
 
Yeah, Mark – It must be something about that generation which makes them reluctant to talk about THAT experience.

My dad died several years ago, but I remember him hinting at some of the horrors he both seen and was a part of causing during WWII.

He was a tank driver and at 20 years of age, took part in the Normandy landings.

As a kid, me mam would often tell me and and my sister of me dad kicking her out of bed, screaming that “the tank’s on fire.”

Even in later life, I never got to hear a full recount of the journey from Normandy to Paris, then on to Berlin. I got the impression that it was something he didn’t want us (me & my sister) to know about, so never pushed it.

I sometimes look at the young’ns of today (Ian’s 19), and I try to imagine them in the same situation – both from their perspective and that of their parents – ABSOLUTLEY TERRIFYING ! both ways.
 
I can probably count on one hand the the few \'incidents\' he has recounted. Funnily enough, he doesn\'t dislike the germans, in fact has quite a bit of respect for them as a military force. His problems lie with the russians - he was actually liberated by stalins lot coming west, and subsequently held by the russians for a further 14months, never tells anyone why but he hates russioan with a passion

One of things that has come out, which isn\'t an atrocity he was party to but the fact that he was drafted in 39 with all the lads from his village in northumberland into the fusiliers - there were 22 of em. After basic training he sussed you got 2 shillings a week extra with the royal engineers so transfered, the other 21 remained with the fusiliers - all his school pals that he had grown up with. Everyone of them was kkilled at anzio on the same day in italy. How do you deal with guilt like that?? get back to england eventually, go home and discover everyone you signed up with dead at the same event, and he would of been with them too had he not shifted. So he tells me, he turned around walked out of the house, and went to london on the hoy for 5 years. He has still never been back to his village.

I wish he would write it all down for the kids, as when he\'s gone, its gone with it
 
christ on a bike that, this were supposed to be an amusing thread!

so to brighten things, here\'s one more slightly more amusing anecdote that I know of (and seen pictures!) captured at dunkirk as part of the rear guard, the jerries, detailed him and some of his REME pals to bury all the dead horses that were lying around. this they did, but decided to leave the bottom 6 inches of their legs and hooves sticking out above ground.

apperntly the jerries thought it was funny as well but made them cut the hooves off.

there was a documentary on discovery a year or 2 back looking at WWII battlefields, and there were some crust archeologists debating why they had discoverd loads of horse skeletons with nee feet, they thought the horses had been landmine victims!
 
Yep, DEAD RIGHT, Mark......getting FAR too serious......

OK then If I was after a night of side splittin\' humour (doubled up with pain), it\'d have to be Bobby Thompson. Simply because he talked about things I can relate to and did so in such a way that really cracks me up.

If I was after a night of serious debate, then I\'d like to join you with Mr. Hitler and Mr. Christ.....what a conversation THAT would be :exclam:



[Edited on 1/7/2004 by TC]
 
Sucked into my seedy web Mark Ya radge, Never liked me dad anyway :D Seriously though it would have to be John Shuttleworth and Noam Chompsky.

\"Don\'t tell \'em your name Pike\" now that\'s funny!

[Edited on 1/7/2004 by Ell]
 
John Shuttleworth

why would you want to talk to our parish councillor he\'s a complete nobhead, mind you the sheep worrying incidents have dropped off since hes been working in durham!
 
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