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23/04/19
I have to say i am disappointed in Facebook . I used to have the freedom of sharing my posts , blogs from my website etc , Now Facebook have limited my sharing to groups that i am admin for , the posts were obviously enjoyed by many people the evidence is in the thousands that were reached . seems to me that they are annoyed that you are able to reach so many people without indulging in there boost your post campaigns . shame on you Facebook.
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23/04/19
The legend of Saint George and the Dragon describes the saint taming and slaying a dragon that demanded human sacrifices; the saint thereby rescues the princess chosen as the next offering. The narrative is set in Cappadocia in the earliest sources of the 11th and 12th centuries, but transferred to Libya in the 13th-century Golden Legend.[1]
The narrative has pre-Christian origins (Jason and Medea, Perseus and Andromeda, Typhon, etc.),[1] and is recorded in various saints' lives prior to its attribution to St George specifically. It was particularly attributed to Saint Theodore Tiro in the 9th and 10th centuries, and was first transferred to Saint George in the 11th century. The earliest narrative record of Saint George slaying a dragon is found in a Georgian text of the 11th century.
The legend and iconography spread rapidly through the Byzantine cultural sphere in the 12th century. It reached Western Christian tradition still in the 12th century, via the crusades. The knights of the First Crusade believed that St George with his fellow soldier-saints Demetrius, Maurice and Theodore had fought alongside them at Antioch and Jerusalem. The legend was popularised in Western tradition in the 13th century based on its Latin versions in the Speculum Historiale and the Golden Legend. At first limited to the courtly setting of Chivalric romance, the legend was popularised in the 13th century and became a favourite literary and pictorial subject in the Late Middle Ages and Renaissance, and it has become an integral part of the Christian traditions relating to Saint George both in Eastern and Western tradition.
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23/04/19
Central Line Ghost

I once worked in an Engineering Consulting office near St Paul’s Cathedral. I rented a flat in West Finchley. I took the Northern Line to Bank Underground than took the Central Line to St Paul’s to get to work every day. The routine never changed until London Underground changed the timetable slightly which meant the first tube I caught went down the west line of the Northern line after Camden town. This meant a change at Tottenham Court Road and then the Central Line to St Paul’s.
I got on the same carriage every morning, the carriage was never very full, the first three mornings that I got on the tube train there was a girl she was always sat in the same seat. I used to sit opposite her, either directly or just to one side, she always sat leaning forward her long hair almost covering her face, only the end of her nose was visible. I found myself looking at her very now and then, I seemed to be drawn to her, but this is quite common on the tube, there is a lot of staring and glances but no conversation.
On the fourth day I got up to get off the train as it was approaching St Paul’s, as I stood at the doors I glanced round to look at this girl just as the tube doors opened, her head had turned and was looking straight at me, there was no expression or movement on the ashen coloured face, I smiled, don’t ask me why, and then stepped off the train. I didn’t think a great deal of it at the time, but it was the last time I saw this girl, never again would she be sitting in that seat on the tube, as time went by I saw her image in my mind more and more. I am convinced I saw a ghost. I told this story to my Step-Daughter, she was fascinated, her take on the story is that this ghost just wanted some recognition, which I gave her.
I would not say that I am a believer, but this certainly has me thinking .
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17/04/19
Wh
WHY can Millions be found without hesitation to rebuilt a Cathedral , yet millions go homeless and hungry
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16/04/19

Sunday Drinking Hours

Years ago, when the opening times of the pubs and working men’s clubs was limited. Sunday Dinner time (or lunch time to southerners) was a mere 2 hours of socialising 12:00 to 14:00. Allowing opening times to be extended to all day had a diverse effect on this two-hour ritual. Why?

We used to meet at the Newcastle Labour Club, you were always there bang on 12 to greet the doors being opened. The 2-hour session was the best in the week, regularly we used to down a gallon of beer. The entertainment as great, there would be a local band, usually playing Heavy Music, two or three strippers to whet your appetite for Bingo. Yes Bingo. The Bingo as looked upon as a bit of fun rather than a desperation to win money, although it was nice if you did of course. There were plenty of songs chanted out as the numbers were called. Some are listed below,
50 – Five Oh Five Oh, it’s off to work we go…………….
69 – Sixty Nines the best way, Sixty nines the best way, lah lah lah lah ……………

This used to annoy the bingo caller who was an old man. One this particular Sunday when we called number 10, the club broke into 10 green bottles hanging on the wall and sang all the way down to no green bottles. The bingo caller took offence to this and stormed off the stage, this brought howls of laughter and it took a lot of persuasion from the concert chairman to get him to come back to the stage. We were all asked to settle down and the bingo commenced once again. First Number out, ‘top of the shop blind 90’. The response:

Ninety green bottles hanging on the wall, ninety green bottles hanging on the wall

Bingo was abandoned that day,
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10/04/19
DI Knowles sat across the road in the same café that Peter had been in hours earlier. He had Jones placed up the north end of the street and Finch at the south end. He looked at his watch: 2:55pm. The street was busy, but it did not stop him picking out the man he was looking for – he appeared on the street walking like a man with a mission. Knowles placed his cup in its saucer and picked up his phone; the text he wrote said, ‘GO’. He stood up and made his way to the shop. The two accomplices were also heading in that direction; Knowles indicated to one of them to make their way around to the back of the shop. Knowles opened the door and Peter turned instantly. The shock on his face said it all. He looked around; there was no escape.
‘Come quietly, Peter, the game is up.’
‘You bastard,’ he shouted at the coin dealer as he turned and picked up the chair next to the desk. The chair smashed over the dealer’s head, the dealer’s arm made for little protection, and the chair hitting him rendered him almost unconscious as he fell to the floor. The door opened and Jones came rushing in to see the chair being lifted again and swung at Knowles, fortunately he was swift enough to dodge and ducked down as it flew over his head. It caught Peter off balance as the momentum carried him round twisting his body. Jones took full advantage and leapt onto Peter bringing him down to the ground with ease. The two wrestled on the floor each trying to manoeuvre himself into a more advantageous position. Knowles stood back not really knowing what to. He kicked out at Peter’s back when the opportunity arose, but with little effect. Jones managed to pin Peter down and landed several punches to his face, hampered by the arms and elbows of his victim. A knee came up into the groin of Jones and he reeled in agony. The pain grew as Peter’s fist landed on his cheekbone, followed up by a big push that sent him clambering to the floor. The door opened again as Finch entered. Peter’s attention was diverted by the door opening and he never saw the next kick from Knowles coming.
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04/04/19
Vistafjord
This was the first Ship i worked on as a young apprentice down the shipyards, it set sail from the Neptune Yard on the River Tyne in 1973 , I worked in the Engine Room was a Marine fitter working on the installation of the Main Engine and Auxillary equipment .In 1983 she was sold to Cunard Line, retaining her original name until 1999 when she was renamed Caronia. In 2004 she was sold to Saga and sailed as Saga Ruby She sailed her final world cruise in the first months of 2013. However it was marred by technical difficulties which kept the ship in Southampton until late February, which led to the cruise being renamed the ‘Grand Voyage’ visiting South America and South Africa.In 2014 she was sold for use as a floating hotel and renamed Oasia.
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04/04/19

When i first started work down the Shipyards as an Apprentice Marine Fitter i was earning 16.25 pence per hour . £6.50 per week . out of that i gave my mother £2.00 per week and the rest was mine to squander how i liked. Beer was 10 pence per pint and ……..
Pint of milk: 6p
Loaf of bread: : 9½p
Packet of cigarettes: 27p
Gallon of petrol: 33p
Ticket to Wembley Cup Final: : £2

oh to be young again on the wage i get now
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02/04/19
My First Job

Back to when I was 16 years old in 1971, I left school on the Friday and Started work on the Monday at Ringtons Tea Depot in Tynemouth. It was a fill in job before I started my Apprenticeship at Swan Hunters.
The day consisted of me getting dropped off by the driver with my basket of tea and doing a few streets while the driver sped off to deliver elsewhere. This particular day we were delivering in Whitley bay, he dropped me off and he headed for the hotels that Ringtons supplied. I had done my door to door and was waiting for the driver to return, it was raining, and I was getting wet. An old man was stood in his doorway, he shouted at me asking where the driver was, I shrugged my shoulders, he ask me if I had any tea in my basket that he used, so I went up to his door and he checked to find I didn’t have his brand. He offered me a cup of tea which I found hard to refuse because of the weather. I entered his house and was directed to the front room, he soon returned with a cup of tea for me. As I stood there he walked back and forward muttering where is he, where is he his pacing got closer to me and then to my surprise I turn and grabbed my Testicles , he had big grin on his face , my jaw dropped in shock, my reaction was to punch him in the stomach which as you can imagine made him released his hold and fall backwards , I ran out the house picking up my basket of tea on the way out and then knocked the van driver off his feet as I ran up the drive .
Back in the depot the story was told, and everyone had a good laugh about it!
How things have changed , by the way that isn't me in the picture LOL
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