I'll tell you what will kill the forum......

Yes. Cheaper to print abroad now.
We had the BBC contracts to,do the ‘Books of the popular TV series’. Delia Smith, Ground Force, Jamie Oliver, Micheal Pailin. Met most of those people and chatted briefly to Jamie about his splitty, next to the coffee machine in the factory, when he decided to go ‘walkabout’ to see what the factory was all about. He’s bloody tall, mind.
I showed him my old blue and orange bay I sprayed. It was the time he started doing his Sainsbury adverts. Same colours How we both laughed.
Most of the BBC stuff went to Italy.
B and T’s is now a housing estate. Interestingly though, during the war, the building was used to make fuselages for Hurricanes, which were transported to Trowbridge up the road, to the Spitfire estate. Still named that, but it is now a shopping precinct.

 

The print site was next to JLR Castle Bromwich, maybe 1/4 mike past Spitfire Island….I used to ride along Lichfield road which was the original test and delivery runways for the spitfires.

 

They made the hurricanes down here. It was just called The Spitfire Estate. Still is.

 

I used to work with a well endowed bloke
His party trick in the pub was walking up behind people who were sat in a chair then getting it out tapping people on the shoulder then laying his manhood on their shoulder just before they turned around.
Hi did this to both men and women he knew as well as complete strangers.
It just used to get laughed off as pub banter and he thought it was perfectly acceptable to do that.

 

I used to lick my eyebrows.
Never went home alone…

 

They have knives ..so don't really matter how big you are .

 

An old friend of mine has a son who's autistic and was repeatedly bullied and made to look stupid in various pubs and clubs by one (adult) person, a local gangster for want of a better word. One evening he walked into the pub and stabbed the well known bully through the heart, killing him. He's in jail and rightly so. While it's terrible it goes to show that things work both ways and if you press someone hard enough they might snap.

 

It was quite funny when everything went co-ed in the 70's I thought. The council estate and grammar school got shoved together and we were wary of each other. The grammar kids thought the estate kids were tough scrappers, the estate kids thought we'd box them. That went on until l left school and was only after I left that this all came out in the wash as I got to know a wider range of people in the pubs. lol

 

In my early 20's I had a friend known as "Black Eddie". He was 10-15 years older than me, a 6' 6" lovely gentle soul who was adopted by a white family in Lincoln and literally the only black person in the city for his entire childhood which he spent fighting because not only was he the only black kid, he was huge - a blazer he couldn't take off.

 

It would certainly have been cheaper if you took your blazer of before you smacked um a f ..... Malc

 

Ah….naturist school….

 

You can get caught up into violence without wishing to ...in a self defence situation .
Reading Festival 1979 i think .
We went into Reading itself as the bands that afternoon were not that brill .
We all had a great time roaming from one pub to the other until the The Police were playing prior to them it was Annie Lennox and The Tourists which we made our way back too .
On our way back heading towards Cavendish Bridge a surge of youths poured out of this pub some coming out of the sash windows and on to the pavement near to us .
They had clearly created trouble in the pub they just started on us ...had no chance of scarpering when you are smacked to the floor . Some of my mates managed get out of it ...but this youth that was at me as i was on the floor needed stopping because it got to the stage where i thought this guy going to really damage me .

I managed to get up and back swing my fist and caught his jaw which stopped him and he ran off .
My friend was worse for wear and i was picking him off the floor to help him , next thing we were both arrested for breach of the piece and violent conduct and ended up at the cells at Reading police station .

After a night in cell room we were both charged at 5 o clock in the morning to appear in court at 11 o clock in the morning to be formally charged .

After pleading not guilty we then had to appear down at Reading court in at late October that year .
What the police didn't realise was that we were best friends and just thought we were both fighting each other and did not see the full senario from where they were down the road in the Ford Granada further down the road , not noticing a 3rd party .
In the court that morning the police were asked 3 times and did not reply to the question when asked "Do You Not Think It Is Possible For a Third Party Involvement As the Two had come down together and are life long colleagues .

He just said 3 times whilst looking at his book this all i saw .
We got off and i suppose justice was done ...it could have easily gone the wrong way or the right way for the police .

 

I never got ‘bullied’ at school, just ‘sent to Coventry’, by a lot of people, because of who I was and where I lived.
In the last year of my secondary school, just because of one kid.
Sometimes, being ignored, is probably worse than being bullied. It was no fun, until I moved to ‘big’ school, and then my friends changed to kids from the other schools.

 

I’ve never been bullied or bullied anyone in my life, I grew up on a south London council estate and it was booze birds and football, I went to an all boys comprehensive school where you didn’t learn much only to look after yourself and watch out for your mates, this has stood me in good stead because even in my senior years I won’t take Marmite from anyone and I still watch my friends backs

 

I only got in one fight at school, and I vowed I would never get another, as the red mist went over me. It wasn’t good. Not the proudest moment. Police were called.

 

What did Sting say?