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  1. 2008 really was the most awful year for my man and I. There were times when we really thought we would not get through it. Also we did not tell too many people what was going in our lives for fear of upsetting or worrying family and friends. As the year progressed word got out about what was happening and suddenly people's kindness and support was truly overwhelming. So many people rallied round, helped us, supported and encouraged us through, and were just generally there for us. What I'm saying here is that these wonderful acts of kindness often came from the most unexpected sources. Unexpected phone calls, emails and invites to peoples homes while they in turn visted us to make sure we were OK, we were so touched. This is nothing more than we ourselves would do for others of course but when your life is in disarray it just becomes so much more special. Just before christmas we had been out in the afternoon and when we got home some one had left two jars of home made jam and a jar of chutney in our porch. No card or note or anything. The preserves were delicious and we still have no idea who sent them despite asking around. Acts like this restore your faith in human nature. I often think as well that a smile as an act of kindness can mean so much. I try to remember to smile as often as I can, even last year when I thought our lives were crumbling round our ears -and every once in a while someone -a total stranger perhaps smiles back and it just lightens you whole day. I'm all for the hugs thing too -you can never have too many hugs!
  2. A traveller was standing at the bar in the departures lounge at Heathrow airport, when a truly gorgeous air hostess sashayed up to the bar. Wanting to make her acquaintance but not wanting to appear too forward the traveller decided that he would impress her with his knowledge of airlines and mention one or two airline slogans to her and see if she responded, this would be a good way he thought, to break the ice. The traveller sidled up to the beautiful woman and whispered quietly "We fly you higher" The air hostess simply gave him a bemused look. Ah he thought, not Quantas then. A few minutes later he tried again "We fly the world" Again the same puzzled look from the woman. 'Hmmm' the traveller thought, not BA then. A few minutes later he whispered close to her ear "We fly your dreams" At this point the air hostess span round and yelled at him "Look! will you just get lost!!" "Oh of course" said the traveller - "Loganair"
  3. Right, just for starters: Radio presenters who don't say the title of the song or the artist -there you are, driving along in the car, a song comes on the radio and you think 'Hmmm that's good, who's that?' then nothing- or the DJ might mention it about six songs later. Radio two's Steve Wright is one of the worst culprits for this, and some classic FM presenters are pretty bad too -as if we are listening to classical music then we must all necessarily have a vast knowledge of the subject! So, thats one rant, next trivial thing -people who put tiny bits of food back in the fridge or the cupboard -a tiny cube of cheese, half a slice of ham, a spoonful of cereal left in the bottom of the box. You know who you are -Arrrgghhh!!!!
  4. Many years ago my Dad went out to da hill one day to cut peats. Our neighbour, a middle aged spinster and a very hardy type had her peat banks next to my Dads. As my Dad got closer to the bank he saw our neighbour working away cutting her peats. She was topless. My Dad didn't know where to look -but the neighbour saw him walking up da hill and shouted out a greeting without a hint of modesty. My Dad didn't know what to do but set to cutting his own peats whilst trying to avert his eyes - I believe my father said the lady had 'ample'. Some time later my Dad told another neighbour what he had seen "Oh aye" said the neighbour "She aye does that. She thinks if it's alright for a man to strip to da waist then why not a woman too?" And this was long before the days of 'equal rights'!!!
  5. Erm.. dare I mention discos in the 70's eek! I can remember going to discos at the Carnegie Hall in Sandwick in those days -we used to walk to the hall in our wellie boots, leave them in the back lobby and change into our shoes that we had brought in a Liptons carrier bag... Mud - Tiger Feet Alvin Stardust -My Coo ca Choo Suzie Quattro -Devil Gate Drive and many many more, but my brain was probably too addled from copious amounts of Vimto (in peerie bottles) and crisps (5p a bag) to remember them. Then of course we got all grown up and started going to da big disco at Jubilee '77...
  6. What a lovely thought to put up a thread like this. It is good to be reminded of happy things and count our blessings every once in a while. Em -you have obviously got your priorities right! Nice to see as well that people have put so many things that don't cost any money -makes you wonder doesn't it? Here are a few of my 'happy' things, First and foremost: Being loved and cared for by a wonderful man - I am so lucky to have him. 2. My children -lots of ups and downs over the years but I'm so proud of them. 3. Horseriding - a life long passion of mine. I don't get much chance to ride nowadays but the joy and exhilaration of cantering along a track or beach never leaves you. 4. A Good belly laugh with friends - and unlike relatives you can choose you friends! Then there are all the little things:- A boss who comes and thanks you for your work (means a lot) A long lie in bed without feeling guilty A nice long soak in the bath with a glass of Moselle A good film, a glass of wine and a big bar of chocolate! Housework all done, the place looking nice and the whole afternoon free -bliss!
  7. You have a point tlady. I guess it is a good thing murder is illegal, I reckon there would be very few folk left on the planet. I will admit that in my less lucid moments which are thankfully few and far between, I have been known to compile lists of 'victims' (puurely in my head of course -I thought buying a special notebook for such purposes might do more than raise a few eyebrows) -but hey, I bet I'm not alone!!
  8. I believe I'm right in saying that gay men are not allowed to give blood. Even if they only ever have protected sex. I can understand a line of reasoning that might think that guy men run a higher risk of infection but surely this is a bit of a sweeping generalisation by the Blood Transfusion Service suggesting that all gay men are a risk. Having said that I have had good cause to be very grateful to the blood transfusion service on more than one occassion, especially in 2003 when I required six units of blood during an operation. I would willingly and gladly give blood but as you can see I now cannot. However I think a lot of the suggestions here are great and I will be interested to see if things develop.
  9. Ahh, give me the essence of a real Shetland man any day - 'Peat reek wi' a hint o' piltock' what woman could resist? - and as for being 'suited and booted' , ladies, does a blue boiler suit and yellow wellies nae dae it for you every time?
  10. Should I be the bearer of even worse tidings and tell you that this dire affliction extends to more than just man flu? For example: Woman -a headache. Man - a migraine (could even be meningitis) Woman - a chesty cough . Man -definiitely bronchitis -possibly pnuemonia. Woman - indigestion. Man - a duodenal ulcer (probably about to rupture any minute) Woman -a stitch. Man - appendicitis -no make that peritonitis. Woman -a bit of backache. Man "Oh no I think I've got a spinal tumour" Ladies, I'm sure you can think of lots more, but I am often reminded of a comment a midwife once made to me. "If men had to have bairns, you can bet they would only have the one"
  11. This is an old one but it still makes me laugh every time: Man goes into a chemists and says 'I'd like to buy some deodorant please' Assistant: 'Certainly sir, would that be the ball type or the aerosol type' Customer: 'No, the underarm type'
  12. When the first issue of Shetland Independent News dropped through my letter box, I thought 'Whit is dis rubbish?' Now, I kind of feel a bit sorry for the whole thing. I agree with other comments posted that it does seem to be a bit of platform for Stuart Hill's opinions and the whole thing is rather poorly produced. Overall, the idea is laudable, but it seems to me to be a typical case of a good idea that could be done so much better. It would not need too much tweaking to improve the magazine either, print quality is probably just a question of adjustments rather than any massive investment. The editorial content could really benefit from just that, a little bit of constructive editing and perhaps some input from one or two with some journalistic experience. This would help to 'tighten up' the whole publication and make it more balanced in content and tone. I too did wonder about the so called 'medical advice' in the first issue. You are treading on very dodgy ground writing about these sorts of subjects in any publication regardless of whether it is Shetland Independent News or the British Medical Journal, without an awful lot of research and knowledge to back up whatever you are saying. Anyway, I'll be interested to see how the 'News' gets along... Um nae haddin' ma breath mind' [/u]
  13. Oh come now, surely you are all forgetting that bastion of journalism, Jeremy Godwin whose letters and musings (?) have graced the pages of the Shetland Times for many a year now. I think his most amusing letter was the one that complained about a previous letter not being published and the editors succinct reply that staff had been unable to read Mr. Godwin's handwriting. In fact, there's not been a letter from Jeremy for a while -he is alright isn't he?
  14. To be sung to the 'Neighbours' theme tune: Neighbours... We've got b****y awful neighbours Oh you know they're always rowing Yes, they like a damn good fight... In the morning, When everybody's yawning... They carry on from Where they left off Last night.... (With thanks to 'Scotland the What?')
  15. A van driver has just come up from sooth and driven off the Hrossey early one morning with a delivery for Northwards. The van driver is not sure of the way out to Gremista, but as he reaches the power station he sees someone walking along the road. The driver winds down the window and says to the pedestrian "Is that the Gremista turn off up ahead?" The pedestrian peers into the distance and says "Nah I dunna tink so" The van driver looks ahead and can make out another figure walking up the road towards Gremista. He smiles at the pedestrian's mistake and says "No, you don't understand" He waves his hand in the general direction of Gremista. "I mean is THAT the Gremista turnoff?" The pedestrian says "Nah, that's nae da Gremista turnoff and I shud ken, cos I've bin marrit til her for da past ten year"
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