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Post by housesparrow on Jan 9, 2012 15:25:16 GMT
I was a bit disappointed with this website, which purports to show tasteless holiday souvenirs. I couldn't see anything much out of the ordinary with most of them - have my standards slipped? shelfofshame.com/category/all |
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Post by everso on Jan 10, 2012 0:14:26 GMT
I was a bit disappointed with this website, which purports to show tasteless holiday souvenirs. I couldn't see anything much out of the ordinary with most of them - have my standards slipped? shelfofshame.com/category/allI'm fairly certain that I bought that pink flamingo from Key West for someone when we were there in 2003.  |
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Post by aubrey on Jan 10, 2012 9:38:11 GMT
I've got these (my gold one moves his arm as well):   I love them. I once went to try to get one from a Japanese tourist shop. It was full of pictures of Queen and The Queen, and other English tourist things. I asked one of the assistants if they had a lucky cat, and started doing the arm movement. She did the same, uncertainly: and then her arm locked, and she smiled and said, "Ah, Welcome Cat" (using that lovely letter that is neither R or L): "No, no Japanese things." So I had to get one from somewhere else. |
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Post by bonbonlarue on Jan 10, 2012 10:13:15 GMT
 My 'Nan' *shudder* had a complete collection of such tat. The mantelpiece could have been a Blackpool souvenir shop in it's own right. We got ghastly decorative clogs from her trip to Amsterdam. [ well, my Sister and I got the clogs, my Brother and the cousins [all male] got cameras.] |
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Post by Weyland on Jan 10, 2012 13:47:44 GMT
... [ well, my Sister and I got the clogs, my Brother and the cousins [all male] got cameras.] I have a treasured bottle-opener with a clog handle. Wouldn''t be without it. When I lived over there and visiting Tyneside, I'd get a lorra requests for packs of cards. Special cards, if you catch my drift. And related items. Always refused. Of course. Brought wooden tulips instead.  |
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Post by everso on Jan 11, 2012 10:29:37 GMT
We have a single wooden clog on the wall in our kitchen. I quite like it actually. I like things Dutch. When our grandson was little (about 3) he used to like me to get it down off the wall and he'd run around wearing it!  A Chinese restaurant in Chelmsford has a lucky cat thing in the window. |
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Post by trubble on Jan 12, 2012 16:21:43 GMT
I have clogs too....
spooky.
Thread of the year so far, Housey. Love the link.
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Post by everso on Jan 12, 2012 17:37:59 GMT
Yes. I like the title "Shelf of Shame". It reminded me of my grandson, again. When he started pre-school and occasionally had little accidents in his drawers he would come home wearing trousers kept at the pre-school for that purpose. My daughter nicknamed them the Trousers of Shame.
(I might add that she never let on to my grandson that she called them that!)
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Post by Weyland on Jan 12, 2012 18:40:30 GMT
Yes. I like the title "Shelf of Shame". It reminded me of my grandson, again. When he started pre-school and occasionally had little accidents in his drawers he would come home wearing trousers kept at the pre-school for that purpose. My daughter nicknamed them the Trousers of Shame. I vividly remember a lad, on my very first day at primary school, shitting all over his pants and half the floor. The whole class was traumatised, but Sister Mary de Pazzi soon had us calmed down and busy making papier maché egg-cups or something. The Cotterill family emigrated to New Zealand shortly thereafter. Me? Never. |
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Post by everso on Jan 13, 2012 15:06:10 GMT
 Mr. E. remembers a similar incident when a boy crapped all down his legs on the way home from school. He was mercilessly mocked. Kids are awful. It seems to me that kids were always being sick at my primary school. Huge vomitfests all over their desks. Ye gods, it was terrible.
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Post by trubble on Jan 13, 2012 19:22:52 GMT
It seems to me that kids were always being sick at my primary school. Huge vomitfests all over their desks. Ye gods, it was terrible. Yeah.  YEAH!  Why was that?!! When I played Titania (Queen of the Fairies) Oberon puked all OVER the flippin dressing room area. And that kid in the pew behind me in Sunday School didn't even have the decency to puke in his own pew. All things bright and beautiful, my foot. |
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Post by everso on Jan 13, 2012 22:58:38 GMT
I've never been a person that needs to vomit very often. Yes, the occasional, very occasional tummy bug and, once, overdoing it on the booze (once, can you believe it?), but I seem to have spent a lifetime of close encounters of the pavement pizza kind. Once, on a train on Christmas Eve, coming home from work, a girl sitting opposite me suddenly sat forward and vomited right between my legs (I had trousers on, so was not sitting in a ladylike position). Another time I was walking along the platform at Oxford Circus just as a train drew in. As its doors opened, an arc of spew just missed me. Another time, in a pub, someone managed to heave up over my handbag. All this, of course, beside the fact that in school I was dodging sickly kids all the time. And Weyland wonders why I'm not coming on the Saturday Pub Crawl in London. |
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Post by aubrey on Jan 14, 2012 9:29:20 GMT
I used to puke quite a lot before I started dialysis: coughing or even laughing would be enough to bring it on. But I always made it to the toilet in time.
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Post by everso on Jan 14, 2012 23:49:55 GMT
Oh you're all not going to believe this. Last night, shortly after I typed my last post on this thread, I started feeling a bit odd. As a consequence, I was up all night with what is called the "Winter Vomiting Bug". Lovely. And such a coincidence.
I don't think I've ever been so sick in my life. I'm now looking about 10 years older, grey face to match my hair, with a pain in my tummy. I feel feckin' awful and I thought you'd all want to know.
Just as well I hadn't planned on meeting up with everyone in London.
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Post by aubrey on Jan 15, 2012 9:48:02 GMT
Good grief. How horrible for you. Feeling sick is much, much worse than being sick and getting it over.
Dry cream crackers and hot water, Everso.
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Post by everso on Jan 15, 2012 15:40:46 GMT
Good grief. How horrible for you. Feeling sick is much, much worse than being sick and getting it over. Dry cream crackers and hot water, Everso. Am I allowed a little whisky in the water, Aubs? |
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Post by aubrey on Jan 15, 2012 16:27:24 GMT
Actually, maybe do without the water. After a bit, anyway.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 16, 2012 9:36:24 GMT
You have my profound sympathy, Ev. I had something like that years ago while I was on the way to the Kingdom of Northumbria for a couple of weeks holiday. Sick on the ferry but not seasick.
Went to Craster, where the best kippers are supposed to come from. Bought about a dozen but couldn't eat any. Had half a pint of Exhibition Ale -- my favourite -- and puked it up within five minutes. Didn't dare touch the Lindisfarne Mead.
Staying with my friend Sue and her lumberjack husband at their woodcutter's cottage in Kielder Forest. Beautiful place, and she's a wonderful cook. Couldn't go for walks, couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't drink. What fun we had. It cleared up the day we got back home.
Oh -- I gave Sue the kippers.
Get well soon.
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Post by everso on Jan 16, 2012 16:13:40 GMT
Thanks Weyland. I'm feeling better today, although a slight queasiness occasionally envelopes me. It's such a horrible thing, and the only consolation when I was throwing up was that it was my body's way of getting rid of the nasty bugs.
As an added bonus I've probably lost a few pounds in weight, but I'm not going to weigh myself because I know it all goes on again once I get back to normal.
Mr. E. has been doing the cooking (under my instruction) as we're trying desperately to avoid him catching it. We've been sleeping in separate bedrooms and using different toilets, towels, etc. Much diluted bleach and alcoholic hand gel is in evidence. If he does succumb then all I can say is it's really not worth the bother of trying to avoid it!
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Post by trubble on Jan 16, 2012 21:08:07 GMT
Euphemism?
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