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So, make yourself comfortable on the couch and tell me about your mother
*steeples fingers*
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:13, 132 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I can tell you the exact date of the last time I saw her - 29th December 1996.
That was the day my Mum died, after fighting a losing battle with cancer for nearly 18 months.
That morning, My Dad had woken up to find the body, and had gone round waking us kids up one by one, eldest first, right down to myself, the youngest.
I howled, and I sobbed, and I begged that it couldn't be true. But it was.
My Dad took me through to see the body that was still lying in bed. She looked so peaceful, it was incredible. Considering this was the woman I'd had to hear coughing her lungs up every night for 18 months (when you're 8, that seems like the longest time in the world, almost beyond living memory) it was odd to see her finally relaxed.
We had seen the Chemotherapy ravage her body, making her seem even iller than she was, but up until the day she died, I never thought she would. I was 8, the woman was invincible to me!
When I saw her that relaxed, it made me worse, it was when I realised she'd never come back. My Dad gave me a little while to say my goodbyes alone, and I went to the bed and held her hand. As she had died at about 1am and this was 9am, her hands felt like ice. That is the most surreal thing in the world, to feel a hand you were used to being warmed by, with no heat left in it. It's frankly terrifying.
After 5 minutes sat crying, I realised. This was the longest I'd heard her go without coughing in almost a year. It finally clicked, my Dad was right. She was in a better place, not suffering anymore.
My parents were both strong christians, and so I suppose this was the only way they could face death. Makes me jealous really, I wish I could open up to the possibility of there being a God.
TL;DR - She's dead LOL.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:14, Reply)
Prove there isn't a invisible pygmy Aberdeen Angus hovering behind your left ear right now.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:19, Reply)
as I call him Gerald and he moos' me to sleep
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so you were.
Can I have a slice off his rump for lunch then?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:25, Reply)
www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-14417362
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:46, Reply)
and you can't call yourself Christian if you're an atheist. A secular humanist yes, a Christian no.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:50, Reply)
She and my father go to DisneyWorld once a year and she usually goes to DisneyLand Paris once every 3 or 4 months with my sister. She always brings me back the sort of stocking filler-material I would have loved when I was 10 - Mickey Mouse coffee mugs, Nightmare Beofer Christmas pens, etc.
I'll be 33 in in four weeks.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:27, Reply)
I'd like to congratulate you on the previous thread
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:23, Reply)
Or that he at least looked a lot like her.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:28, Reply)
do you think this is the animators having a laugh or just coincidence?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:30, Reply)
I must admit, I didn't actually expect anyone to answer anything to do with their mother.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:24, Reply)
just signed up and need to follow people. When do I get issued a fleece?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:26, Reply)
I don't give a shit what anyone else has to say and I don't labour under the illusion that anyone gives a shit what I have to say.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:30, Reply)
and a way to kill time
conversation can be about nothing or anything. that's fine. things like twitter and facebook statuses are different
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:32, Reply)
My biggest problem with Twitter is that if I post something online it's because I want replies
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:34, Reply)
or seen what other people have reposted, and there has been literally nothing that has made me even slightly tempted to join up.
It may sound a bit strong, or obtuse, but I really don't have any interest in what people think about stuff, or if I do I can ask them, or find out elsewhere.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:40, Reply)
I use facebook to keep in touch with people. Twitter seems pointless.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:42, Reply)
I'm interested in things that happen in the world, but I'm not really interested in someone's brief opinion on it, sent through a medium that is all about "listen to what I have to say! I'm important!"
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:45, Reply)
if you don't give a shit what anyone says or labour under the illusion that anyone gives a shit what you have to say?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:31, Reply)
I'm not obligated to tweet anything but am definitely interested in what some people have to say. Bit like a lurker on here I suppose. I won't dismiss something completely before trying it.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:35, Reply)
but as I'm not there's nothing for me there. I have no interest in the opinions of celebrities on anything, and I can find out what people think when I do care about their opinions by asking them.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:38, Reply)
If you don't like cricket, it is because you are a fool
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(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:30, Reply)
I'm prepared to put the lack of interest in cricket down to your being a Paddy, but BSG is the business.
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(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:33, Reply)
The only problem being that although he would toughen up your midfield no end, he is exactly the opposite of the sort of player Wenger wants to sign. Why the fuck he hasn't swooped for Scott Parker I've no idea
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:38, Reply)
10mil for jagielka, what a douche, just buy someone now. I can see Arsenal finishing about 6th place next season.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:40, Reply)
They probably could if they all stayed fit and fresh all season. The problem being that his sort of player is made of paper and held together with positive thinking.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:42, Reply)
*disclaimer. This is a reference to experience rather than a suggestion of you being a heifer.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:31, Reply)
so yay
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:34, Reply)
Her main aim in life was to annoy her husband. She spent a year trying to learn Arabic before a holiday in Egypt. My dad had to sit there in silence while she recited gobbledegook from the linguaphone tapes. I don't know why he didn't strangle the bitch.
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I'm going to attempt nut brownies to bring with me.
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- What 3 course meal would you cook for Mark and Gregg?
- Why are you into food?
- Have you been on telly before?
- Have you had any training?
- Influences
- Dietry and medical stuff
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:39, Reply)
HELLO MY NAME IS PAUL I AM 26 FROM LONDON AND I LIKE COOKING
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:40, Reply)
I would officially consider her my best friend, aside from mr b3th. A long time ago, I gave up shouting 'Mum' to get her attention in public places. You wouldn't believe how many women turn around when you shout 'Mum'. Even 20 year old women will turn around and look when a grown man does it. Try it next time you're in town.
Can I just ask anyone in 'That London' - if I want to spend a day wandering round the festering shithole that is our nation's capital, is it better/easier to get an Oyster card sent out in advance, or to just buy a day ticket at the tube station on the day?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:39, Reply)
I suspect you'll find that if you start shouting in a public place people will look round no matter what you shout.
Try it today with 'DEATH TO INFIDELS'.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:47, Reply)
try a simple "ALALALALALALALALA!"
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:49, Reply)
they were stupid young bankers, about 24-25 years old and as arrogant as only newly minted bankers/hedge fund managers earning £150k a year for nothing can be. one of them thought it would be funny to set fire to the mcdonald's bag that another was holding. he dropped it and there was much shouting about ruined burgers.
then there was a LOT of shouting. and sirens. and running. the lads panicked and legged it. only then did they realise that they had just dropped a flaming bag on the steps of the biggest mosque in east london.
and it was 08/07/05. NOT very bright. and then people wonder why there was a recession...
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:52, Reply)
what on earth makes you think THAT's a suitable salary, you provincial goon?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:34, Reply)
the rest were potential shags.
i never shagged any of them though. snogged 2, but that was it.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:06, Reply)
Bunch of halfwitted fucktards everyone
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:08, Reply)
quender.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:51, Reply)
Gravity-mocker
EDIT: that doesn't make sense
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:52, Reply)
and gravity bitch-slapped me. Right in the back of the neck. Which has just about stopped aching now.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:54, Reply)
If I'd been stood where you were before the jump, I'd have offered gravity my Xbox, girlfriend and as many blood sacrifices as it wanted to just let me climb down slowly with many whispered promises about never pretending to be brave again.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:58, Reply)
and open a hive of bees?
I wouldn't. I'd wet myself and run away crying. It's only brave if you're actually scared of the thing you're facing.
Having said that, my bladder and bowels told me several times on Sunday morning that I *was* scared of flinging myself out into nothing. And my shaking legs reiterated the point for about half an hour after the event too.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:02, Reply)
the only real downside is the "was". which is a pretty big downside, esp as i was only 28.
anyone who still has their mum and doesn't tell her often enough all the things that i can't ever say again deserves a shoeing.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:46, Reply)
Every time she's ill with something or other I start to fret I'll lose her soon.
I don't like this feeling.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:53, Reply)
I'm constantly shocked by how old she looks. I keep thinking, shouldn't you be about 40 or something?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:55, Reply)
i'm v v close to my dad, and he is in great shape for his age - but he's 68 and it's inevitable he's going to slow down over the next 5 years or so. every time i see him have to pick his leg up to hoist himself into my silly lowslung sports car or limping after golf (admittedly after playing 18 holes a day, without a buggy, 15 days on the trot), i get so panicky and breathless :(
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:06, Reply)
Let's just hope she's as naughty as you! ;-)
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:56, Reply)
I don't see mine for months on end and that's fine.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 14:05, Reply)
Apparently Silvio Berlusconi has taken advantage of a government press conference to push his own shares.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 12:46, Reply)
We were on some Pembrokeshire beach eating sand-infused sarnies and shivering in our Pacamacs trying to pretend it wasn't 25 below zero, when my mother turned to me (I was about 12) and said 'I do wish your grandmother would tuck her pubic hair into her swimming costume, don't you, dear?'. Of course I involutarily looked - basically I was checking out my grandma's grey minge at the behest of my mother.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:08, Reply)
she's very funny, laughs a lot and loves life, she's a devoted wife, will bend over backwards to provide anything you need, she loves flowers and often has two or three vases full of them in the house, she loves my dog, calls her her granddaughter
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:09, Reply)
She got married in a sky blue mini dress she made herself, with a groovy Twiggy-style short haircut with those side curl bits.
Unfortunately she has kept this style to this very day, which is handy now she's a bender, but I made her cry when I was about ten by taunting her that she looked like John Noakes.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:30, Reply)
it was regarded by my school as the funniest thing since sliced Deacon.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:33, Reply)
Because I trust her to the point of knowing she would never do any harm.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:32, Reply)
Maybe it's a Christian flagellation thing, but she seems to think that you can belch or break wind during a family dinner as long as afterwards you say sorry and that 'it really hurt'. In fairness she's not done this for 20 years in my company.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:32, Reply)
I was expecting Freudian pseudosexual confessions, that's what therapy is about, right?
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:34, Reply)
I always viewed her as disappointingly Catholic and normal when I was growing up, then when I got a bit older I realised she really wasn't
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:35, Reply)
Supports me and my brother (twenty and seventeen, respectively) to the hilt in any way she can, keeps a roof over all our heads all on her own. Works non stop. She's going on holiday tomorrow, me and my brother paid for it cos she deserves it more than anyone else in the world.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:40, Reply)
we attended the wedding of her youngest brother in Nottingham. We're in a ghastly Partridge-style travel tavern, and get into the rather small lift on the ground floor. Mother, her partner, me and then my brother - except he won't get in it because he thinks the lift is too small for all of us.
'Oh just get in the lift you massive gaylord', I piped up.
Followed by four stories of silent, red-faced lift journey. I still cringe now.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:43, Reply)
I cannot tell you how many times this happened in my flat last year. Countless "oh fuck off, stop being ga...sorry Stu, totally forgot. Won't happen again". Half hour later...
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:47, Reply)
they are man enough to take a few quender gags.
(, Fri 5 Aug 2011, 13:49, Reply)
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