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When we moved into our new flat in 1962, my mum bought an LEC fridge with a small freezer compartment. It looked like those trendy Smeg fridges you see today.
She moved to Yorkshire with her partner in 1984 and took the fridge with her. The last time I went to see her partner (mum died several years ago), the fridge was still going strong. That's 63 years it's been running, and even the freezer compartment still works!
I'd left my daughter with friends who lived just off Askew Road. When I went to pick her up after the game, they said: what happened? We all heard this enomous roar.
That's right, the roar was so loud, they heard it over a mile away!
Ah, the old Bridge. It still haunts my dreams. I must have walked back and forth over it well over 10,000 times, on my way to school and back, on my way to the delights of West London.
The current bridge was actually opened in 1887, designed by the famous Joseph Bazalgette, he of sewers fame. The orginal, the first suspension bridge over the Thames, was built in 1828, and designed by William Tierney Clark, who lived and died in Hammersmith and also designed the Széchenyi Chain Bridge across the Danube in Budapest, Hungary. The first bridge linking Buda and Pest...
The eminent Mr DMM of this site and I went there recently to pay homage to the old thing.
The actress Hedi Lamarr was also an inventor, and in 1942 patented a 'secret communications system', and early version of frequency hopping, which played a significant role in WWII and was eventually used to develop Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, and GPS.
We lived at the other end of Castelnau, a stone's throw from Hammersmith Bridge. Remember the Red Lion well. And the common of course. An utterly brilliant place to go wild in when you were a kid!
So, those of us still unhappy at Saturday's team selection, the performance and the result are 'bleating' are we? Well, on behalf of us bleaters, we are so terribly sorry to have expressed emotions that do not conform with the standards required by those who clearly inhabit the emotional, intellectual and moral highground. And what's worse, we've been bleating about it for far longer than the proscribed 4-hour wailing period. How dare we!
Never mind, at least we have now been told by our betters that our behaviour is unaccectable, and we shall go back to smiling beatifically for the honour and privilege of sharing our support with those who deign to allow us to do so. Thank you.
Why 'should' I? Is there some kind of monopoly on how I'm allowed to feel? You're doing precisely what I just said pisses me off, so you must be on a wind-up.
I 'could' look at the so-called bigger picture and suppress my emotions, but I don't think you have the right to tell me I 'should' do whatever you feel is the correct way.
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