I'm very disappointed with what I saw today in Blackpool. I was on the seafront and saw a man and a woman having an almighty domestic - in front of loads of kids without a care in the world.
Suddenly, the woman smacked the guy in the head and it all kicked off. There was a massive brawl and someone called the Police.
Poor Copper turned up on his own and took his baton to the man - but there was still a big fight and the guy managed to snatch it off him and began assaulting the Cop AND his wife!
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Then this crocodile snuck up and stole all the sausages!"
That's the way to do it!!
I've noticed they're hopeless at rolling joints anyway ;-)
Who are ?...... I always find a bamboo mat helps !!!! ;0)
We have the french army flying overhead from Dijon to Mont St Cyr, the hghest point in Southern Burgundy and then back again for lunch.
Then the second lot have a go!
We also have crapeaux sonneur, protected, which sound just like a mobile phone with a battery low warning.
I heard a vixen the other evening, rather strange time of year for that.
Very quiet here, except for the usual noises - DIY activity, dogs barking including one who sounds as if it is being strangled, and also at night the weasels or stoats. Unless there is an all night village fête. I sleep through everything. Apparently there was a rave party in the woods nearby and it woke everyone up except me, and I should have heard something as I got in after 1am that night. I also slept through the great gale a few years back, which woke up everyone else in the village, during which my shutters fell off. Used to live near Heathrow airport.
obviously I am having a boring day...so looked up what the longer second toe means...have read its a disorder called Mortons Toe..(dont ask) its a Mediterranean thing...another said it was of Celtic origin....another it means the person wants to be the boss....it affects 31% of the population or 10% depending on what you are reading....so there...now you know...and I am off to Winchester to meet some old workmates...happy afternoon peeps.
I'm from London with West Country (and Scottish) origins. My father's family lived several generations in London though having Somerset origins.
I have those toes too but I'm a southerner with some Scottish ancestry. I thought they were Greek toes.
haha....the flat is first floor so I look directly onto the train line. During the day its an hourly train you dont notice... and the last passenger train around 1.10 in the morning..but during the night the freight trains are evident...at around 3.30 am I have two extra long trains that cross by eachother and it takes some 3 minutes for them to pass through the area....then the flat shakes...though I now sleep through even with the windows thrown wide open.
Know what you mean, from when we arrive in London when I was 7 to leaving at 18, we lived above a tube station, one before last on the line so not so deep. It took me years to get used to not having things shake most of the day!
ah...forgot the rutting deer and we also get the toad noises...but lucky for us we are off the path of commercial aircrafts. Here in the UK I am 30ft from the train line....being from London originally and close to Hendon Central overground tube trains...I dont notice them, unlike my other half who cant sleep here without all the windows shut!
We have the airforce cowboys too, plus Ryanair, Flybe, Jet2com and Transavia on landing approach and then little ones from the club/pilot school and private flights on take off trajectory which I assume you get taking off and landing on the opposite approaches... Apart from our neighbour* who used to have 12 dogs but appears to be down to four and red deer during rutting season, it is generally nice and quiet here.
*The dogs are one thing, bit loud, but the elderly woman screeching at them :-(
I can see a new career possibility here......!
We too have the fighter planes apparently breaking the sound barrier over our house almost daily...after nearly 4 years I am used to them...but gives our guests heart failure regularly.
We have frogs in the valley below us...in wet seasons it sounds like a very busy duck pond...the teensy tiny little luminous frogs have a quack that a large duck wouldnt be ashamed of....the little beggers also climb up from the valley and cover our house windows and walls....sadly they dehydrate and we end up having to throw the dried out bodies....we dont even have a water feature in the garden...so no idea what the attraction is...but boy are they noisy!
In Eymet it is relatively quiet...except for the summer season...our fun occurs at the markets and especially the night markets...places like Levignac night market where there is dancing, food and alcohol....great fun...whole evenings spent having a ball...never seen any ill will at these do's. Its a bit livelier in St Cyp when we manage to get down there...but never the locals of course...holidaymakers of different nationalities who get a bit lively after a few drinks...but again, rarely any trouble as such.
I believe they call themselves Punch and Judy professors, well know they do, since watching a TV documentary on them some years ago. the fellowship (http://www.thepjf.com/) has Ken Dodd as Patron and a newsletter called ‘The Swazzle’.
Pulcinella, Punch or sometimes Punchinello in English, Polichinelle in French, is a classical character that originated in the commedia dell'arte and became a stock character in Neapolitan puppetry in the 17th century. I have seen a human version in Italy of the kind Stravinsky's 1920 ballet is based on. They are fairly common still, however there are apparently relatively few Polichinelle puppeteers left in France. Seewww.youtube.com/watch?v=3YS9r_5Ht24 for an example. Now there's an opening for somebody!
Carol in general it's very quiet here except during the village Pardon (Fete) which was last weekend. I'm on the committee in fact. Last year there was lots of broken glass which we committee members clear up- also fag and perhaps other substance ends believe it or not. We had much less broken glass this year and the one near fight in the bar (I was serving the drinks with other volunteers) was luckily quelled. The worst noises are fighters which fly low over the village some times, contract maize cutters, crow scarers (epidemic this year) and crows themselves which have decamped from the fields into the village to avoid the scarers. On Saturday we had 7000 cyclists come through the village which was exciting. An interesting feature was that a thief drove up from Toulouse to steal six expensive bikes at the start but was caught by the gendarmes and a 67 y o cyclist who sadly died in the event and turned out to be a cousin of our mayor. Life is not dull but I agree it's not London or Paris!
I've noticed they're hopeless at rolling joints anyway ;-)
ah brilliant Maria...my mum lives in Eastbourne....20 minutes drive to Hastings....may well give her a treat and find out when the shows are happening and take her along...thankyou.
oh...but think of all the interaction you are missing out on David! If you ever miss all this lively debate, can I suggest you move to Paris or Marseille and believe me...you will be enjoying all of these delights in no time at all!
Very irritating the smoking thing...when we first moved to France we noticed, despite the no smoking in bars it continued for a while in some areas....especially in Le Pub....this has now ceased...however, I can understand your unhappiness with the 'youf' smoking a joint on a train.....some people have never heard of sharing......(joke!!!)
I had a similar experience to you on a tube train with a smart young person who had a boombox on his lap banging out some rapper music...at the time I had my earphones in...listening to Madam Butterfly...so I pulled out the jack, turned up the volume and carried on reading like I hadnt noticed....he too got off at the next stop....really....youth of today not into a bit of fun competition!