Who is the most impressive person you have met?

You misread my second comment nudger.
You're a self confessed wind up merchant. What sort of reactions do you expect?

 

Unbelievable is the exact word I’d use, too.

 

Health and safety?

Risk assessments?

 

The O/P puts up a sensible thread about a clearly heartfelt issue to see what peoples' views are and he gets ripped to pieces and ridiculed. Unbelievable Jeff. Iregardless of the o/p's history and the perception of him as a WUM (and I've criticized him myself) the response on here has been unnecessarily cruel and disrespectful. The Barry Manilow pisstake was funny in isolation but not needed in this context.
I'm no bbs moral regulator and some people don't like some of my posts at times but on this one the responses have not been very good to read really. Bit of respect needed imo or we all stoop to the low level of which some are accusing Nudger of regularly descending to.

My most impressive.....my Dad for very personal reasons.

 

Clearly you are

 

Oke doke then

 

But there is someone who I knew that was far far more impressive than Sir David.

His name was Alan.
He had a paper round.
He started work at 5 am in the morning.
He finished at 7-30 at night.
He knew how every newspaper felt.
He delivered to isolated farms.
In his working life he only had 4 days off sick.
He put the newspapers on a pushbike and pushed the bike - in all weathers.
He worked 7 days per week and never had a holiday - only having bank holidays off.
He pushed that bike on his own - that was weighed down by newspapers for over 22 miles per day - every day.
He was totally blind.[/QUOTE]

Fair play to the news agent who every morning must have brailed up the newspapers so Alan could read the addresses .... Mmmm

 

I'll never forget that first day at t'pit. Me an' mi father worked a seventy two hour shift, an' then we walked home forty three mile through t'snow in us bare feet, huddled inside us clothes med out o' old sacks.

Eventually we trudged over t'hill until wi could see t'street light twinklin' in our village. Mi father smiled down at mi through t'icicles hangin' off his nose. "Nearly home now lad", he said.

We stumbled into t'house and stood there freezin' cold and tired out, shiverin' and miserable, in front o' t' meagre fire. Any road, mi mam says "Cheer up, lads. I've got you some nice brown bread and butter for yer tea."

Ee, mi father went crackers. He reached out and gently pulled mi mam towards 'im by t'throat. "You big fat, idle ugly wart", he said. "You gret useless spawny-eyed parrot-faced wazzock." ('E had a way wi words, mi father. He'd bin to college, y'know). "You've been out playin' bingo all afternoon instead o' gettin' some proper snap ready for me an' this lad", he explained to mi poor, little, purple-faced mam.

Then turnin' to me he said "Arthur", (He could never remember mi name), "here's half a crown. Nip down to t'chip 'oyl an' get us a nice piece o' 'addock for us tea. Man cannot live by bread alone." He were a reyt tater, mi father. He said as 'ow workin' folk should have some dignity an' pride an' self respect, an' as 'ow they should come home to summat warm an' cheerful.

An' then he threw mi mam on t'fire.

We didn't 'ave no tellies or shoes or bedclothes. We med us own fun in them days. Do you know, when I were a lad you could get a tram down into t'town, buy three new suits an' an ovvercoat, four pair o' good boots, go an' see George Formby at t'Palace Theatre, get blind drunk, 'ave some steak an' chips, bunch o' bananas an' three stone o' monkey nuts an' still 'ave change out of a farthing.

We'd lots o' things in them days they 'aven't got today - rickets, diptheria, Hitler and my, we did look well goin' to school wi' no backside in us trousers an' all us little 'eads painted purple because we 'ad ringworm.

They don't know they're born today!!!




Credit to Tony Capstick.

 

Link may not open, will try and find a URL asap.

 

Works fine.

Web says it's from 1972. Looks older than that.

 

In fairness that’s unreal

 

It can't be much older than that. Nudger would have only been about 13 ish in 1972 and he knew him.

Rewording his post into a song is bloody brilliant but in all seriousness can't fault that bloke at all.

 

Laughing at the YN, who once used the word "negro" in a thread about racism, joked about drink driving etc etc. to wind people up getting upset about a blind joke I didn't even make.

No disrespect to the bloke, his story is incredible.

 

In all fairness that video is absolutely remarkable.

But I still stand by the dry anal passion lyric...

 

Who’d have thought that someone who spends their lives trying to wind people up and harp on about the golden days of scrapping on here would be the biggest snowflake going.

 

I would have been hacked off to not get my newspaper till 7:30pm in the evening.

You are back on ignore. WUM.

 

Arthur Scargill.

 

To be fair it's entirely possible to find that bloke absolutely incredible and inspirational and this thread absolutely **** funny at the same time

 

Lovely tale but still chuckling at the irony of YN been an environmentalist, what with all the hot air he blows ......