Symptoms

Hooray, Pete is back! Now the wait is on for Hamburger Pimp, Cympil, and Monsta.

I don't object the breast feeding in public places. I do, however, object to children being allowed into Claridges. Lowers the tone, don't you know!

' "Maybee when Sym went to uni,he was told insurance meant something else"! LOL... ' Poo! and more Poo! Anyway, insurance can only ever be about risk management. Those who only fill-up their supermarket trolleys with piles of TV dinners, white bread, crisps, cakes, biscuits, pies, sugar, snouts, pop, etc. maybe should take some responsibilty for their own health before leaning on the rest of us. By broadly agreeing with wise Sym Canny (as usual ) writes sagely. My contention is that those who abuse themselves by gorging at the trough should be required to get down to an acceptable BMI before unfairly snaffling a disproportionate amount of NHS resources. Nowhere have I said they shouldn't ever get treatment. Ditto travel, ditto puffers. Of course, the Government could, at a stroke, go some way to fixing the problem. They could legislate for a draconian reduction in harmful ingredients in our scoff but they won't because they're (Tory & Labour) in hock to BigSugar, BigSalt, BigFat, BigBakky, BigBooze.

I might pop over in the Spitfire and give him a burst of the 50 cal. Note to the watching snoops ... this is a joke.

My gripe is with those folk who intentially make themselves fat by consuming all the pies; why should they suck-up a disproportionate amount of funding because of their vice?

Maggs, how dare you: "Then there is a cd for Symptoms:- If on a Winters Night by Sting" The only good use that this CD could be put to would be to scare the wood pigeons away from my cabbages and I'm not just talking about it spinning in the wind.

Perhaps the old folks should get preferential treatment from the NHS having probably forked-out their dues over a long lifetime. I'm not so sure the jelly wobblers should be able to jump roll to the head of the queue for operations without being forced to have layers of blubber reduced by being force fed greens. Ditto, the puffers ... no snouts for 6 months before getting to see the cutter. By all means let them all eat sacks of pies and puff cartons of fags but why should they then be allowed to snaffle precious resources?

So there won't be a tootoo to the Toon?

That should have been, "... quackers the woof leapt out ... ". Careless Sym!!!!

A number of reports this week are suggesting that fatties should be banned by the NHS from having operations. What do you all think? Should they also be barred from flying on commercial flights unless they pay for two seats; ditto, trains and buses? Should pies be licensed and only be available to thin folks?

It's always a mystery when they disappear. It could be for any number of reasons: they've croaked and not left instructions to their next of kin to inform us, they've been lifted by the Peelers and are now in the pokey, they're on the run, they've moved-on having outgrown the childishness sometime on display here. Or, perhaps the guys with their fingers on the kill-trigger switch here have 'terminated' them.

That's my definition of civilisation ... dogs being allowed into boozers. Decent dog owners will always put the mutt's needs first; mine get their nosebag before me, always a towel down when dripping and especially after a hose-down to get the mud off, pride of place on the rug in front of the fire. I remember years ago going out wildfowling with a previous dog on the washes in East Anglia, arriving in the pitch black (about 4am) before the first flight of the quackers the woof lept out the Landrover and ran into the darkness. A loud splash was heard as the woof had run straight into the river - it couldn't see the water as it was so dark. Back it came shivering (this was in the Winter), a quick towel down and the damp dog was ready for a days blast and retrieve in the flooded washes and river. She was a tough dog ... it enjoyed its bowl of beer at lunchtime in the local pub that day. Oh, and I had a fresh wild goose to take home for Xmas dinner.

But what about the tootoo?

Give the Daddy a break, he is only renting his crib

On the news last week there was tons of the stuff blanketing the Yankees ... 6' deep all over - not just the drifts. That's what I want to see. It would mean great fun playing with the woof - having a laugh watching its attempts to retrieve thrown snowballs (being white it can't find them in the white snow). What a hoot.

GGG - I'm not quite clear if you're saying the tootoo train IS coming to Bedders.

Even though I'm a devout and practising atheist I have a soft-spot for Chrissy choral music. I'm even prepared to ignore the elitist conotations of the King's College Choir to listen to a good tune.

I remember my Mum drying her long hair in front of the open fire. It always was cold back then as so few of us had central heating; I think that only became wide-spread in the 70s when North Sea gas arrived. As a kid my bed was always piled-up with extra blankets and an old eiderdown and heated by hot breath ... head under, deep breathing.

The last I heard they were going to cover the place with wind turbines .... www.middletonburnactiongroup.co.uk

Well I'm lovely and toasty doing this post ... just chucked another log into the blazing wood burner. Yummy! I want tons, and tons of snow.

Willy, I don't hold a torch for Scargs and his naive battle tactics, however, I do take a position on the much wider strategic views of both sides. This position has been recently reinforced by the National Archive's publication of a whole raft of documents petaining to the dispute. There was a concerted effort to dismantle the coal industry whose deep mines couldn't compete economically with the huge glut of cheaper open-cast stuff from abroad, or even the deep mined stuff from overseas where cheap labour costs created an unfair advantage. So Thatch and her vile henchmen (see, I just can't resist loading the arguement with a derogatory term) saw the economic excuse to pare down the industry; oh, and a glorious by product for them was some payback on the NUM. The NUM, and Scargs in particular, have been demonised over the years for CAUSING the destruction of the mining industry when the truth is much more complicated. Yep, Scargs was stupid or blinkered in employing some of his methods but history has shown that the fate of the mining industry here was probably doomed even before the dispute began and can't all be laid at his door. Hardly suprising when most of the 100 + year old pits were coming to the end of their productive lives. Some of the participants in the dispute on the workforce side have more blood on their hands than others: NACODS and that Quisling UDM group of miners in Notts. So who won? It certainly wasn't the small mining communities up and down Blighty, now blighted ghost towns. It certainly wasn't the industry crying-out for more modernisation and the resultant long-term benefits that might bring. It certainly wasn't the tens of thousands of pitmen who got a right royal stiffing, No, the only winners were the coal importers and their City backers. Heck, lets just call it globalisation, applaud and attempt to apportation all the blame on Scargs.

ThatchBasher Sym reporting for duty. This thread has two strands: 1. Campbell as an effective MP; 2. Facts and figures. All political parties have their clowns, idiots, inarticulates and crooks. Labour has in Campbell an inarticulate clown rapped inside an idiot; I have NO evidence that he's bent. Perhaps others might shed some light, say, on his expenses claims. The facts and figures outlined in that letter have always been available and have NEVER been denied by those on the left. Yep, they may have been spin but all side do that to score some advantage. Just to clear one thing up (and I've made this point on numerous occasions here) the NUM were never against pit closures; if the case was made that individual pits weren't economical to run then the Union would NEGOTIATE with the NCB for closure. None of this changes the evil legacy of Thatcher; one man's God is another man's Devil. There you have it .... a balanced opinion!

Tony, my reference was Dr Stone caught scoffing in the Chinese restaurant ... and off I went in a different direction to discuss the expertise of the sawbones; nothing to do with chips, chicken chow mein, flied lice or Cheshire cheese. Clearly, my pleadings in an earlier post above, fell on receptive lugholes. The tale of Sym's bits being examined and the wider issue of health well being has been restored ... thank you Mods. Dr Stone had a son who I was mates with for a time, but I can't remember his given name as most of us went by nicknames back then (obviously his was Stoney) ... any help with his given name???? Mods, what does that "0 warning points" mean?

Spot on Maggs. My mission here is always to educate. Perhaps if I'd used the medical term Smegma, those whose fingers hover over the' kill trigger' may have paused, scratched their heads, referred to a handy Anatomy and Physiology book (or headed to Wikipedia) to discover what the term meant. I hope they would have then realised that I was dealing with a very important health matter for men, and by association women. Other facts in my post reference World Health Organisation research studies that has been conducted for decades, so Dr Stone was clearly on top of his game. Note of caution ... the sawbones wasn't discussing something he found on me but was talking about general health issues confronting young men and women in the 60s and especially those leaving home for higher education. Oh, and the issue remains relevant today.

YesterdayI wrote a reply to doglover's posting about Dr Stone but it has mysteriously disappeared. Could it have been lost in the ether or was it deleted? If the Mods deleted it wouldn't courtesy expect me to get some sort of spanking via the Personal Message facility? Oh, I've just noticed that below my username is "0 warning points", what does this mean?