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Tue, May 29 2012 3:01 PM (38 replies)
  • LizzieRossetti
    1,545 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 10:03 AM

    You mustn't talk of Luton in the same breath as breathing because thats another story which involves me and my Dad. Don't for a minute think I don't have a Mum too, because I do, and she calls me Elizabeth which always gives me a sinking feeling in my tummy because Elizabeth is synonymous with me having done something irreparable.

    So when I was even smaller than eleven, almost back when everything was still in black and white, including dreams, we went to Wembly stadium in London (No longer Roman) to watch Our favourite football team, Arsenal, play Luton Town FC (Aka "the hatters" on account of them making bobble hats for nerds).

    Because Wembly was largely considered to be Arsenals away ground we fully and rightly expected another win and I wore my shirt of red with pride. I also wore a bobble hat (not a nerdy one) with Arsenal stitched lovingly into the front of it by my Mum, who also as well as stitching things into things, calls me Elizabeth far too often for my comfort. even now.

    Anyway in front of us there was another man and his little girl who I naturally despised of on sight since she represented competition and might get more pies than me if I wasn't very careful. About halfway through the first minute or so, when we both had got bored, she began fidgetting and turning around in her seat to stare at people unnervingly. Again, this I considered to be my own particular reserve and so was fuelled the war between us, just now the stakes were raised. The little malnathrop leaned into her precious Daddy and whispered loudly and clear, in the way only small vindictive little girls can ( I know this because I was arch practitioner of the art), so that an area of seats around us about the size of a small outpost called Mafeking had no choice but to hear her sneaky little "confidence" to her Dad. Without a shred of confidentiality present, she asked him " Daddeeeee, why does that girl have A R S E on her hat?"

    Now obviously my Mum had not taken this into due consideration when sewing in ARSENAL to my lovely hat. Which I never wore again.

    Luton also won 3-2 on account of all the Arsenal players being clever and running out to claim offside, whilst a wiley man from Israel, who played for Luton, ignored this and ran in to score unopposed. I still cant decide which made my day bad, but the word Luton brings back too much emotional baggage anyway.

     

    Lizzie xx

    (ps. It wasn't you Priestess was it? )

     

  • MBaggese
    15,367 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 10:13 AM

    ALL RIGHT!!!!!!!!

     

    Lizzie is in the HOUSE!!!!

     

    Glad you are still here:)

  • cubncp
    36 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 10:39 AM
    i hope ur story teller in real life ,cuz u can paint a picture.. lol enjoyed
  • russellfahey
    4,286 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 11:06 AM

    PRIESTESS:

    I dont like Swindon,,Strange place!!

    Strange place? i wouldn't go that far Priestess the inhabitants maybe rude,ignorant and don't know how to drive lol but the place itself isn't strange.Swindon does have it's plus points like the road out lol From someone who lives in Swindon but thankfully wasn't born here.

     I know i'm probably gonna get lambasted by the locals on this site now

    RUSSELL

     

  • MioKontic
    4,654 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 11:31 AM

    I have just done read my first two novels, courtesy of a certain Ms Rossetti, Elizabeth by name.  But she doesn't like being called that, I hear.

    Awesome Lizzie!

    Well now, that has a double meaning, doesn't it.  See what a lack of punctuation can do.  So, did I mean "Awesome Lizzie" as in Lizzie is awesome (which, of course, she is), or "Awesome, (comma) Lizzie" as in Lizzie, that was awesome!  Well, who knows; may be one, may be the other, may be both... I'll let you decide.

    Now I don't know if anyone else noticed - well I do know actually, Andy did, but I believe there is a 3rd novel being scripted.  Let's hope it comes soon, because, we should all remember, according to a thread I have no regard for, our Lizzie was on her last day on WGT.  So, come on Lizzie, what's the story about the american trains?

    And finally (or in the words of Esther Rantzen and Cyril Fletcher on one of best UK television programmes of yesteryear called That's Life, at the end of the programme ER would say "And finally Cyril", and CF would reply with "And finally Esther" and then go on about a story he had heard).  Where was I???  I can't remember, so I'll start again.

    And finally Cyril... I mean Elizabeth... oops, Lizzie, did you possibly, in any way, maybe in a fit of amnesia or sommat, get your... well, I mean... did you... [thinks, ah hell man, just spit it out]... are the dates in your 1st novel, about the english trains y'know... well... are they correct?  Not that I would ever doubt anything you would ever say, but you see, George Train lived between 1829 and 1904.  So, could you possibly in any way, and I'm in no way saying you are by the way, could it be that you may be, like, a hundred years out... y'know, with your dates?  There, I said it.  And now I must hide as I think I see a R22 flying somewhere in the vicinity.

  • borntobesting
    9,701 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 2:22 PM

    Squez:

    Cheeznutts606:

    I agree

    WOW, where do you find the time to play on 11 accounts. He is in this thread on two different accounts, Cheeznutts505 and Cheeznutts606. I guess he has too many to keep track of. This is a joke, WGT needs to do something about this immediately. 

    11? is that all? No it is closer to 30 but most of those have been deactivated. But for some reason he is always able to create a new account. Possibly he is using many different isp's so he doesn't always have the same IP address.These latest 2 accounts will last about 2 weeks and he will be gone again. at least for a while.

  • Doublemochaman
    2,009 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 2:31 PM

    So why not just have one account, mind your manners, don't cheat, buy gear, build up to a higher level???

  • MioKontic
    4,654 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 2:58 PM

    Ok, it's about 3 hours later and still no 3rd novel in the trilogy.  Come on Lizzie, what yer doin' girl!!!  Git yersen offa dat cou'se and starta writin'!!

    As I mentioned That's Life, I got to thinkin'.  Yeah, it hurts, but a man's got t'do what a man's got t'do.  Anyway, That's Life...

    • Remember "I've got no gas!!" - that was a regular.
    • The award for the best trim phone imitation (the first type of phone that never had that spinny thingy).  And in the final... the trim phone came 2nd!  lol
    • And the best of the lot... the More than Your Job's Worth award.

    Ahhh, those were the days!

    And talking of telephones with spinney thingies, who the hell decided that the number for Emergency (police, ambulance, fire brigade) should be 999???  By the time the number was dialled, your house had burnt down!

  • LizzieRossetti
    1,545 Posts
    Tue, Nov 22 2011 3:09 PM

    Clearly Mr Kontic you are thinking of George Washington who invented (Independant) constitutions and you would need a strong one of these to travel on the zephyr because as I mentioned earlier, I carried out experiments to do with the loos and found them wanting to a degree.

    The main problem was one of size, coupled with location. Now when you travel with a twin cabin, you actually get a set of bunks which you can either sleep on, or as I did, kneel on throughout the night wide eyed with your hands pressed fingers splayed against the glass of the window. They wash the glass at Denver but from time to time I would lick the glass if there was nothing of interest to look at as the darkness on the edges of many towns rolled by. I also strengthened the father/ daughter bond by waking Dad frequently to show him something that had already disappeared by the time he roused his lazy head. Too many aged Aunt smelling Buds if you ask me.

    So anyway when you book the cabin, you also get your own personal toilet to go with it, just across the corridor but at times not far enough across the corridor. Now myself, I was able to find suitable entertainment when in there since there were many levers which just begged to be pulled, whether in or out of stations, although I think Amtrak would have preferred me not to pull them in stations, if the signs were anything to go by. There was a small sink which I found could hold precisely 30 seconds worth of water from the tap, before depositing further amounts onto the floor and over the paper dispenser, so I learned to carry out this experiment AFTER using the toilet bowl function, but usually BEFORE Dad went in there. The lock was an ingenious affair designed to either keep someone out, or as I was to discover, keep someone in. Actually it accomplished both tasks quite well at the same time, but this was admittedly after I had modified it with my micro screwdriver set that I had obtained the previous Christmas.

    There are times when a girl should listen to her dad, and there are times when it is polite to pretend you don't hear. At the time I hadn't quite figured out the niceties of which was which, which was how come Dad ended up on the inside, and I on the outside of the newly modified toilet door. He was saying something which I thought a trifle muffled, except that I knew it was a combination of those grown up words you sometimes hear when really you oughtn't be listening. It was quite a long combination, and in gaming terms I expect the whole combo would have netted my Dad maybe 20,000 bonus points. It didn't get him out of the toilet though. That had to be accomplished by a train porter who seemed very puzzled as to the nature of our little problem, so much so that he had to take his railway cap off and scratch at his head in a way that made me think he probably had nits, even though he was bald, a bit like a shiny brass doorknob.

    The other problem with the toilet, for my Dad at least, and aside from an inquisitive and screwdriver armed daughter, was the size, or rather lack of size assigned to the toilet. Whilst I could use it and still have room to swing my legs whilst unscrewing things and singing to myself, he could only achieve the standing up version with difficulty, and an unaccountable fear of closing doors, whilst he couldn't perform in any useful or satisfactory way if he needed to deploy the male sitting version. We were three days on the train, so at some point I figured, the time would surely come.

    Our solution was for him to leave the door open, which he was quite happy about anyway, and for me to stand guard at the end of the corridor ready to warn him with a special password if anyone came tootling on down. Twice this happened.

    The first time was not a success according to Dad. I put this down to several things at once, and not a single one of them was my fault, despite whatever Dad might say. Only a few minutes in to the task at hand, or whatever, and me standing bravely on guard at my end of the carriage, someone approached and so I started to try to remember our codeword, which I couldn't because it was Dads idea and therefore I can't be blamed for that. Still can't.

    Anyway, I thought I would do my own code which seemed similar to his, at least in that it was a code as well, and so all would be well. No one knows how anxious one feels in a situation like this, and so I called gently down the corridor, " The wind is cold with the window open" Funny thing is, both my Dad and the lady coming towards me  said simultaneously  "What my dear? " except Dad never did say my Dear, especially after his earlier inconvenience in the convenience. Confused but delighted in a dreadful way, I looked from one voice to the other, quickly calculating the gap between the approach of disaster, and the disaster that was my Dad being too daft to understand my new code. Seeing expertly that a collision that I did not want to witness was imminent and seeing myself as saviour (hopefully) or demon (Probably), I took proceedings up a notch in what I deemed to be the nick of time. Well it was a nick that resulted from this, but not one of time, I think it best not to go further in my explanation, but sometimes wonder if this had anything to do with me remaining an only child.

    Throwing propriety to the wind, I yelled " DAD! Pull your pants up theres a lady coming!"  At this point, Dad dutifully tried, and I mean he really tried, but in order to do so, this necessitated him standing up, and partly into the corridor, at which point the lady coming, as I had already stated, rounded the twist in the corridor to be faced with a red faced Dad mid trouser pull. Whether the driver of the train was aware of all of this or not remains to be discovered but in any case, he chose that moment to begin braking for a station stop and my Dad in my opinion over compensated for this which resulted in him hopping madly toward the lady who was coming, still trying to attain some form of decency. I thought it best I wasn't around anymore and took a sudden interest in the next carriage along, which had a big bay window to look out of, out of which I could see tattoo parlours and dead Cadillacs in backyards and a barking dog, although to be fair, I couldn't hear the bark.

    The second time, what with us both being veterans now, should have been more of a success but it wasn't. In my defence though, although I had been thoroughly briefed on exactly what and when to speak my coded words, this briefing did not include the possibility that any one would approach from the opposite end of the corridor with the result that I took no action whatever  when a family appeared from that direction. Except to stand there wondering how daft was my Dad for not having thought of this situation in the first place. Least said, soonest mended, and I think I am an expert in saying the least.

    During subsequent roams of discovery I was to find a toilet for the disabled where there was room to be had to spare, and which I used from that point forward given the dodgy lock on our own toilet door. I told Dad about this one as we disembarked but I don't think he heard because he was staring so hard at something in the air and clenching his fists like he had cramp or something.

    Anyway, I was telling you about the new course Nutz. Its cool beans it is.

     

    Lizzie xx

     

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