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Marilyn Tassy wrote:

In the 1960's when I visited my sister and her husband the "Hippie" the only food in their cupboards were Ding- Dongs.
Those munchies are something....
We don't do holidays any more for several reasons.
In the past it was the only time all the family could get together so we did it.
A few times the feast would turn into a fight.
Once my sister slapped my father in the face and walked out of the house, another time the X mas tree was used as a Javlen . A few broken items here and there and some broken hearts.
Drink, family, stupidity and pressure to please everyone just makes some people snap.
At least it was never boring.

It definitely sounds like Bad Santa then.

Ding Dong means something else in British English - apart from being the sound of a bell, a Dong is slang for something a man has and a Ding is slang for a dent in your car.  I think also Ding Dong might mean someone is a bit loopy and definitely it would mean getting into a fight.  Dunno if that translate further West!

fluffy2560 wrote:

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

In the 1960's when I visited my sister and her husband the "Hippie" the only food in their cupboards were Ding- Dongs.
Those munchies are something....
We don't do holidays any more for several reasons.
In the past it was the only time all the family could get together so we did it.
A few times the feast would turn into a fight.
Once my sister slapped my father in the face and walked out of the house, another time the X mas tree was used as a Javlen . A few broken items here and there and some broken hearts.
Drink, family, stupidity and pressure to please everyone just makes some people snap.
At least it was never boring.

It definitely sounds like Bad Santa then.

Ding Dong means something else in British English - apart from being the sound of a bell, a Dong is slang for something a man has and a Ding is slang for a dent in your car.  I think also Ding Dong might mean someone is a bit loopy and definitely it would mean getting into a fight.  Dunno if that translate further West!

Just about the same in the US. Ding-Dong isn't exactly a good thing, maybe a swinging thing but not a good thing!
My half-bro who used to be a roadie for many well known bands was personal friends with a 80's rock band called,"Swinging Thing", they almost had a defo contract with a major record lablel but they signed some papers that put them out of business, guess those power hungry excutives  found a digital way of making rock music without having to pay actual humans.Like my deceased sisters Messed in the head boyfriend experienced, he was put out of business with the electronic drum machines.

This band used to do gigs at places such as the Whiskey- A -GO-Go in S. Ca. They even toured Japan  before being bought out and shelfed.
I saw a photo of my sis's ex- with Ringo Star and Georgie  Harison in the day. he did session work for many big bands. He was not alone with doing session work, even a member of the HU band Omega found himself doing session work in S.Ca after he escaped HU. He was later murdered , another tale in it self.

No matter,  my sisters bf  was a real A in the A if you know what I mean.
Even my Doberman wanted to eat him up on first meeting, can't fool dogs on who is who and what is what. Oh, that smell... must of smelled like a demon.
I've mentioned in the past who this idiot 's mother was BFF with the NY  celb. Leona Helmsley, the one who stated that , "Only  little people pay taxes".
She set this idiot up n S. Ca with a painting contract.He did all the offices of big shot doctors, lawyers etc.n all the high rise buildings in LA.
All he did was smoke his smoke and give orders to his so called.."friends" who he hired at $20. an hour in the 80's.
believe me, I've seen almost all of it and heard about most of it, bunch of freeloaders in the so called ,"high society",

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

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Just about the same in the US. Ding-Dong isn't exactly a good thing, maybe a swinging thing but not a good thing!

...Messed in the head boyfriend experienced, he was put out of business with the electronic drum machines.

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Even my Doberman wanted to eat him up on first meeting, can't fool dogs on who is who and what is what. Oh, that smell... must of smelled like a demon.
I've mentioned in the past who this idiot 's mother was BFF with the NY  celb. Leona Helmsley, the one who stated that , "Only  little people pay taxes".

She set this idiot up n S. Ca with a painting contract.He did all the offices of big shot doctors, lawyers etc.n all the high rise buildings in LA.
All he did was smoke his smoke and give orders to his so called.."friends" who he hired at $20. an hour in the 80's.
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Jeez, there's that colourful life of yours again Marilyn.  Often surrounded by and connected to dingbats, never ding-dongs.   

I'd have thought that BF could have adapted to the electronic drum machines?  Surely it's just another opportunity if you can get in quick enough/ Maybe he was marching to the beat of a different drum.

Oh, Leona Helmsley she's infamous for being an idiot in inviting the IRS to inspect her affairs.  It was like she threw down the gauntlet. 

But in a way she was quite right.   The richer you are the less you pay - simply because you can afford to game the system though all the best lawyers and advisers. 

Hopefully the current court case going on to force The Donald to cough his tax returns will reveal just how much of the little people within the rest of the USA population and "subsidising" his lifestyle.  Obviously it's a political move.

But I find it rather surprising he can go and stay at his resort hotels and effectively charge the US government for it - not him particularly but imagine his entourage.  There will be millions involved every time he wants a round of golf.  He's got another whiff of a scandal going on in Scotland - he's been (it's been alleged) getting the USAF to drop by at Prestwick Airport for stopovers and refuelling and giving them nights at his golf hotel near there.  All a bit suspicious!  Sorry, any chance to say something about DT has to be taken.

Our dog is a ding dong - she is all smoke and mirrors. All that barking is instantly forgotten for some love and attention and possibly a dog biscuit.  Love in the moment is more important than security of the pack.  She'll even automatically rollover for a tummy rub.  Easily "bought" and most likely having puppies every 5 minutes.

I think probably I'd have shot someone to get $20 a hour in the 1980s.  Maybe that's not right. It's so long ago I've forgotten other than my first "kid" job in a supermarket on Saturdays paid me about £10 a day (that'd be about $12 way back in the mid-70s).  That's a DAY, not an hour.  Needless to say I didn't last that long - I was waiting for something better came along but no one asked me to be celebrity house painter - well not yet anyway. But one never knows,   I've been waiting for a proper job to come along.

Not to brag but in the 80's my husband was raking in at least $45. an hour, too bad the aerospace industry took a huge hit in the late 80's..I LOVED the 80's, was fantastic for me!
Yes, her old BF's mom was BFF's with that NY witch she made sure her friend set him up before she passed away with a solid contract to do commercial painting. Was easy to get all his friends to do the work while he just smoked and bossed them around.
My sister was a skilled office worker making at least $20 an hour but why not make the same under the table and get to party at all hours after work with your friends instead of putting on those darn high heels and answering phones?
He was a seriously bad influence on her. Painting and having asthma is not a good combo. I hate him and I do not say that about too many people.
Can't wait to get back outside today, the weather is great, transplanting house plants right now.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Not to brag but in the 80's my husband was raking in at least $45. an hour,

You are not bragging. A person should be proud of the income they can command.

By the early 2000's I was pulling in about that an hour myself as a consultant (adjusting for inflation, and at the upper range according to https://www.measuringworth.com/calculat … esult=2000).

I am always PROUD of my so called,"refugee" husband who did so well in the US without any aid from anyone and no serious language skills.
Like my son tells him," He is the Man!".
Makes me wonder WTF is wrong with people sometimes who find excuses for every little set back in life.
My Iranian girlfriend's husband opened up a bakery in S. Ca. with their little savings., He made Pita bread. A few years later I saw their bread being sold in major supermarkets in Ca.

Just came in from a short walk about town. Turned by accident onto on side st. which lead to an open air area that was hosting, "Judafest".
Sat and watched a guy dressed up like ,"Marcel Marceau" on a high seated unicycle tossing about fire torches. Down side was seeing how pricey their pastry items were, 990 for a small piece of strudel.
I told my husband it looked good but I wasn't about to pay for the cost of the 2nd Temple on my own!
Just another day in the 7th!

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

I am always PROUD of my so called,"refugee" husband who did so well in the US without any aid from anyone and no serious language skills.
Like my son tells him," He is the Man!".
Makes me wonder WTF is wrong with people sometimes who find excuses for every little set back in life.
My Iranian girlfriend's husband opened up a bakery in S. Ca. with their little savings., He made Pita bread. A few years later I saw their bread being sold in major supermarkets in Ca.

Just came in from a short walk about town. Turned by accident onto on side st. which lead to an open air area that was hosting, "Judafest".
Sat and watched a guy dressed up like ,"Marcel Marceau" on a high seated unicycle tossing about fire torches. Down side was seeing how pricey their pastry items were, 990 for a small piece of strudel.
I told my husband it looked good but I wasn't about to pay for the cost of the 2nd Temple on my own!
Just another day in the 7th!

At that kind of money, oy vay, they won't be selling oodles of strudels.   And your friend was making bread and making dough out of it. Usually it's the other way round.

See what I did there?

It's one of those things isn't it - put it 990 HUF and sell 5 an hour, put it at 495 HUF and sell 50 or more.   Hungarian marketing in a nutshell.  Or in a strudel.

I liked Marcel Marceau - mime is a popular clowning style even now - Tape Face is one I've seen on YouTube - he's popular on TV talent shows.  Of all the silent stars, I hated Charlie Chaplin. I think he was terrible with his stupid little painted on Hitler toothbrush moustache and apparently not a very nice guy!  Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd etc, I had time for them. 

I've come close to invoking Godwin over mime. Oh dear!  But that 'tache was actually a jibe at Herr Adolf so perhaps there were some positives to Charlie C.

Read Charlie Chaplin's Bio years back.
Odd dude sort of into younger women for sure. His mom was not right in the head either. She was locked away for her own good in the UK.
That's exactly what made us go crazy in 89 when we tried to do business here in HU with an import/export thing.
We bought cheap shipped everything   over to HU and let people we knew here in HU sell in their new little shops on credit from us.
Example, we bought from a wholesaler in Ca. small makeup sets. Some only cost us forget, say,  under $2.each. After a few months when my husband came back to HU to see how things were selling, he saw our makeup kit in the window of a beauty salon and it was priced around $15.!!! I mean come on, that was far too much to ever get a reorder out of it.
We gave up, hardly even broke even on this affair with business in Hungary.
He flew back and forth about 5 or 6 times in less then one year from Ca. too.
People acted like we were Santa Claus and not people who had their own bills to pay.
990  F. a pastry, just insane. I mean it must of been some sort of charity thing but still...

Getting back to drum machines, not sure why my sister's ex didn't wish to do that, perhaps it wasn't actually very musical more technical and not for a purest.
Don't know I am not musical at all so not an expert.
In fact the guy from the HU band Omega, Thomas...... was doing session work in S. Ca. as he never was able to get another band together after he escaped HU.
I knew some Jewish women in my old apt. complex in Tarzana , Ca. who were good friend's with his American wife who he met and married after he left HU.
They told me all about his struggle to play his music in the US. His wife even worked in the office for a record company and was not able to pull any strings for him.
He was a top musician in HU but guess in the US he had his work cut out for him, many more people with talent too in the states.
Not sure, he also quit the business and started to work for Hungarian in a odd bussiness there. Long story but he was murdered by them .I worked for them too for 3 days, what a bunch of crazies...
You can't steal from the mob and get away with it.
Sad really, my husband and i went to his birthday party once, my sister's other ex was Hungarian and was taking lessons from this guy for fun.
One min. he is in a top bank in HU and the next he is doing lessons out of his home to make ends meet.

Once again I omitted a detail. The band wasn't called Omega when this guitar player left the band , they were touring the US from HU in the day. A real big deal then to tour the US from HU att he time.
He decided to stay in the US while his band mates tried to stop him.
I never got paid for those 3 days of working for that crazy HU business( funny business)  Just was way to insane to bother with it, was glad to just quit.
Now this guys old band mates who reformed to Omega seem to have a cush life here in HU. Some members are often on silly HU tv shows and get gov. awards. heard these different awards are worth at least 10 million forints per year, every year. They have more then one good source of income in the old age here.
Very strange that those American women in my apt. complex in the  early 80's knew about this HU guy. seems the world is smaller then we think it is.
They knew my husband was from HU so they spilled the beans on this guy and his wife, sad story, felt sorry for his wife.
The old band was Locomotive GT.
I also think this guy couldn't make it in music in the US because his English was bad,in HU he was all that and in the uS he was nobody.
Can't get by just on your looks and talent in the US, you need to be able to smoosh with excutives ect.
I thought the guy a bit of a snob when I met him but still no need to tkae him out like he went.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Once again I omitted a detail. The band wasn't called Omega when this guitar player left the band , they were touring the US from HU in the day. A real big deal then to tour the US from HU att he time.
He decided to stay in the US while his band mates tried to stop him.
I never got paid for those 3 days of working for that crazy HU business( funny business)  Just was way to insane to bother with it, was glad to just quit.
Now this guys old band mates who reformed to Omega seem to have a cush life here in HU. Some members are often on silly HU tv shows and get gov. awards. heard these different awards are worth at least 10 million forints per year, every year. They have more then one good source of income in the old age here.
Very strange that those American women in my apt. complex in the  early 80's knew about this HU guy. seems the world is smaller then we think it is.
They knew my husband was from HU so they spilled the beans on this guy and his wife, sad story, felt sorry for his wife.
The old band was Locomotive GT.
I also think this guy couldn't make it in music in the US because his English was bad,in HU he was all that and in the uS he was nobody.
Can't get by just on your looks and talent in the US, you need to be able to smoosh with excutives ect.
I thought the guy a bit of a snob when I met him but still no need to tkae him out like he went.

Mrs Fluffy knows some of these Omega people too and has been a bit of a fan for sometime. I think they are just average and obviously a one hit wonder - Girl with the Pearl Hair - covered by The Scorpions.   I've seen them a couple of times and there's still a lot of interest but the lead singer seems past it and has to get some of an entourage to take the lead vocals.   And one of them was looking very sick - Laci.  That was maybe 2 years ago in Torokbalint, sort of their home town and where they have a recording studio out in the sticks.  I thought the sick guy had cancer or something.   Elephant has heart problems but seemed quite cheerful.

Mrs Fluffy and I will be seeing them in November - they are playing as support band to Nazareth, a British 1970s rock band.  Real dinosaur rock.   If you've never heard of Nazareth, this is perhaps their most well known song - This Flight Tonight.

Yes, I noticed billboards around for this upcoming concert.
Have fun, we don't have any interest in going.
I've heard of Nazareth but not a big fan of theirs.
Not  so much into concerts these days.
I'd pay to see Tom Petty but alas...
Saw the Stones when they played in Budapest years ago and it was fun, because I made it fun. They even then had lost it. Not like my first Stones concert in 1971 with my BFF and friends. Now that was really fun, s much fun all we did was laugh through the entire concert.
I happened to look online after I posted my ."speal" about Thomas, Tamas B yesterday. Was surprised they had a Wikipedia page in English on hi,.
OK, so the LA country police say it was a hit by the Argentina drug mob but we know who really did the deed, much closer to home the S. America. 2 shots to the head and they even mentioned some thought it suicide...Right!
Yes that Omega song Girl with the Pearl Hair or whatever is good, I've seen them live a couple of times too. That song is decent to hear but the rest of their set sucks to me.
They seem to take themselves far too seriously.
Our old friend who was interred here in Budapest had one of his old band mates from another "boring to me" HU band, Mini.
He was their drummer way back when they started out.
He left like Tamas did for the US.
In fact my eldest sistr who never hung with Hungarians moved to S. Ca. for one year with her UK husband before going back to live in London.Her BFF for that year happened to be her next door neighbor a HU lady who we also knew who lived with her boyfriend who was also our friend, the old drummer from Mini. I swear the world is very small.
How could this even happen to where even she knew these people by chance?
He never again played in a band once he moved to the uS just like the guy from Locomotive GT,
My husband said he actually used to play football in S. Ca. with that Tamas guy guess that's why we went to his BD party.
Said he was nice, I thought he was a snob but my husband wasn't a hanger on like so many people were with this guy in Ca. He treats people who ever they are like another bloke, just any old person no matter what they think about themselves or who they are.Tamas I suppose felt refreshed not having to be a "star" with my husband.
I only shook his hand and told him Happy Birthday, got myself a drink and spent the rest of the evening talking to my husband and sister, they other one who had a HU boyfriend.
Small world once again, just too strange.
I've even had old friends find me through this very site, very weird, like we are being stalked or something!

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Yes, I noticed billboards around for this upcoming concert.
Have fun, we don't have any interest in going.
I've heard of Nazareth but not a big fan of theirs.
Not  so much into concerts these days.
I'd pay to see Tom Petty but alas...
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Yes that Omega song Girl with the Pearl Hair or whatever is good, I've seen them live a couple of times too. That song is decent to hear but the rest of their set sucks to me.
They seem to take themselves far too seriously.
Our old friend who was interred here in Budapest had one of his old band mates from another "boring to me" HU band, Mini.
He was their drummer way back when they started out.
He left like Tamas did for the US.
In fact my eldest sistr who never hung with Hungarians moved to S. Ca. for one year with her UK husband before going back to live in London.Her BFF for that year happened to be her next door neighbor a HU lady who we also knew who lived with her boyfriend who was also our friend, the old drummer from Mini. I swear the world is very small.
How could this even happen to where even she knew these people by chance?
He never again played in a band once he moved to the uS just like the guy from Locomotive GT,
My husband said he actually used to play football in S. Ca. with that Tamas guy guess that's why we went to his BD party.
Said he was nice, I thought he was a snob but my husband wasn't a hanger on like so many people were with this guy in Ca. He treats people who ever they are like another bloke, just any old person no matter what they think about themselves or who they are.Tamas I suppose felt refreshed not having to be a "star" with my husband.
I only shook his hand and told him Happy Birthday, got myself a drink and spent the rest of the evening talking to my husband and sister, they other one who had a HU boyfriend.
Small world once again, just too strange.
I've even had old friends find me through this very site, very weird, like we are being stalked or something!

I was working with an Australian guy last week and he said Tom Petty was a fake.  He didn't want to elaborate on the statement like Tom Petty had killed his dog or something. I still don't know what he meant but it sounded personal.  TP was never really on my radar so my curiosity increased only because of the venom in his rejection of TP for some reason.  People are strange.

I'm not  into Nazareth or Omega - I'm only going because Mrs Fluffy likes Omega and Nazareth happen to be there as well.  To be honest, I'd be OK if I didn't go as I'm more excited in a nice cup of tea, sandwich or a bowl of curry and an old classic movie like The Jackal or the braindead Poseidon Adventure or something similar.  I agree - Omega aren't that good. I'd rather see someone else.

Also in November, we're going to see this Dennis Lloyd guy in Vienna as Fluffyette1 wants to see him so we all have to go as well.  Not a fan but I'm there as a minder for Mrs Fluffy and Fluffyettes.

Small world indeed - my Mum was walking down a street in a one horse town very far away 1000s of miles from the UK and met an old friend at a bus stop.  She was the wife of one of my Dad's army colleagues.  Neither knew they were both there and in the very same town!   To converge at a remote bus stop too!    Wouldn't happen now what with Facebook.

Mrs Fluffy and I were in Sri Lanka and staying in a hotel. We sat down for dinner in the hotel restaurant and noticed a guy Mrs Fluffy and I used to work with 10 years before.   We only went to the hotel for the weekend yet our paths crossed - out of all the gin joints....

Interesting, way back on a vacation in Vegas, guess it was around 1975 or so, my husband sat down to play some blackjack at the old El Rancho casino. The dealer turned out to be a guy who used to live in the 5th when my husband did as a child and they played football in old bombed out sites that had been made into fields in the city.
I swear we have run into more people all over the world then we ever wanted to.
2 or 3 people always seem to show up out of nowhere in strange places.
One guy my husband met in Italy when they both were in a refugee camp, later the guy turned up in France, then Ca. Hawaii and we saw him on our st. here in HU. He was the crazy junkie guy who claimed to be of royalty and had some estate in Romania.
We didn't let on to him that he was on our st. We hoped he would get lost for good and not hang around us.
I am mad at the weather report today, called for rain so we changed our plans. So far it is nice and clear outside!
Sort of embarrassing yesterday, not really but sort of, our new next door neighbor the dentist is one of "those types" who are proud of themselves, you know the vibe they can give off.I'm so great and you're not.
Well, when her flat was being worked on, my husband went down the cellar with her to show her around after she rang our bell for help, her man pounded so hard on the common wall that our plaster fell off and it took months before it was fixed, we waited without saying too much about it. She shut off the water for repairs without putting up a timely notice, I would of murdered her if it had been one of my hair coloring days without water!
Several things but we don't care overall. A few days ago she was standing outside the building talking to one of her lady friends. My husband passed by to enter the building and she put her back to him so not to have to say hello.
So yesterday as we entered our floor we met her at the gate, husband opened the gate for her and held it open but kept on walking when she started to ask him how our kitchen wall was. I just shrugged my shoulders at her and walked on. He said he will never talk to her again.
Wow, a hard man at times but I understand he was slighted first.
I liked Tom Petty's style and simple tunes.
My husband's fave band is Pink Floyd and mine is the Stones.
Tom Petty may of been a fake but aren't they all?

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Interesting, way back on a vacation in Vegas, guess it was around 1975 or so, my husband sat down to play some blackjack at the old El Rancho casino. The dealer turned out to be a guy who used to live in the 5th when my husband did as a child and they played football in old bombed out sites that had been made into fields in the city.
I swear we have run into more people all over the world then we ever wanted to.
2 or 3 people always seem to show up out of nowhere in strange places.
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I am mad at the weather report today, called for rain so we changed our plans. So far it is nice and clear outside!
Sort of embarrassing yesterday, not really but sort of, our new next door neighbor the dentist is one of "those types" who are proud of themselves, you know the vibe they can give off.I'm so great and you're not.
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So yesterday as we entered our floor we met her at the gate, husband opened the gate for her and held it open but kept on walking when she started to ask him how our kitchen wall was. I just shrugged my shoulders at her and walked on. He said he will never talk to her again.
Wow, a hard man at times but I understand he was slighted first.
I liked Tom Petty's style and simple tunes.
My husband's fave band is Pink Floyd and mine is the Stones.
Tom Petty may of been a fake but aren't they all?

My Mum and Dad were surprised to see some guy they knew in the 1950s fronting religious TV shows on the BBC.  He was a musical type of guy and was popular in the social rounds when they were overseas.  They'd lost contact with him but he turned up 15 years later on TV being pious.  They thought him a bit of lad about town but I might be mis-remembering.

I also like "the Floyd" and the Stones. Such classic hits from them both. My fave Floyd track has to be Money and the album Dark Side of the Moon.   And the Stones, possibly Brown Sugar but there's a lot to choose from.  I was very keen on them but only in passing now. David Bowie I liked but only some of his tracks -  I had an original copy of the Laughing Gnome but it got stolen when I was burglarised in the UK.  Just to think some a**holes are probably enjoying my records right now.  Grrrr.... but there was no Tom Petty there. I probably didn't know who he was back then.

Unfortunately I cannot now go to the Nazareth/Omega double bill as I have to travel somewhere due to crappy rostering but Mrs Fluffy is not concerned and should easily find someone to go with - they'd have to be over 50 to even know who the bands are.  If you don't know the hits, you wouldn't care (and I don't). I would have been more annoyed if it had been Deep Purple and mega-annoyed if it was Led Zeppelin.   

The weather is indeed a bit weird. I also saw rain predicted and decided not to go anywhere but sure enough it was all warm until about 17h and now it's drizzling.  I had plans to do stuff in the garden or I could have done a bit of work on the car.  I've been waiting for non-essential parts to arrive but now I won't have time until the middle of November.   I don't fancy fixing the car in iffy weather but I have to as it's test is in January which couldn't be the worst month for car repairs - too cold to hold a spanner and due to our land dispute we've not been able to construct our garage.

There seems to be a bit of strange snobbery in Hungary - the dentist sounds really rude.  I don't really get it but then again, I really don't care very much what other people think or say. But it does come up here and there.   It's actually been a consideration in choosing schools for Fluffyette1 who changes school next year to Gimnazium.  There's been some discounting of schools thought to be attended by the nouveau riche and apparently, snobbery is catching!   We're not rich and lefties so we're not going to get into a designer trainers, BMWs and Iphone arms race for the kids!

It might be that I get extra leeway on snob attacks because I'm "exotic" in that I'm not Hungarian (yeah, right, I'm exotic, pfff...gimme a break). I know I've been invited to social occasions in the last 2 years, not because I'm exotic but because they wanted to cross examine me on Brexit!  I was away a few weeks previously, many km away from HU and even then a French person was cross examining me on the subject.  Strangely it always seems to be French people. I suppose we (British) are so close (literally) to them.  The usual view is that the UK thinks it's still an empire - that's not true of course! It's a complex melange of all sorts of things.

Melange is an interesting word.   I was wondering if I'd remembered it correctly as being an older English (and obviously French origin word).  Apparently there's another word, gallimaufry which means the same kind of thing.  Great word.  I'll have to put it in a sentence to discombobulate someone - not that I want to be a word Nazi.

I have to say most of the Hungarians we knew in the US that either now live in Hungary or visit often are very snobby.
I've asked my husband how in the world he ever was friends with such people , guess he was either too naive or too nice to notice back in the day. Now his eyes are open.
We do not hang with them as we know they are uncomfortable around us because, "We knew them when"... When they slept on the floor in my husband flat and he feed them, when he taught them how to drive, when he helped them get jobs that they weren't even qualified really to do... When we did favor upon favor for them, when we never spilled the beans on their old love stories in front of their current spouses. We got the "dirt" on most all of them and they know we aren't interested in their big social lives here in Hungary.Think they are terrified we may say too much about what we know in jest, we would never do that but still ..
As one ages you realize time is limited and we must pick and chose how to spend it.
I have never been one to be impressed by material objects and find it boring when people can't talk about anything other then what they have. I swear to God with my BFF we have never in almost 50 years of knowing each other ever spoken about anything as boring as income.

Sorry about you having to miss the concert, it might of been fun.
My BFF mentioned in her last letter to me that she couldn't remember if I went with the "gang" to see Led Zeppelin in school.
We all saw the Stones together just a few months before hand.
It was all the fault of the fake news that I wasn't allowed to go to that one concert.
My mom happened to watch the late night news on tv and they went on and on about their concerts having kids dropping acid.
Mom out of the blue said, no way can you go to that concert. Dang , I was upset, think I was 16 and at that age it is a drama to not go with your friends somewhere.
I was wondering how the dang news knew I was going to drop acid with my friends!
We saw them in the mid 90's well what was left of them, was good but back in the day it would of been fantastic.
My BFF mentioned her older brother, Jack was driving everyone to the Zeppelin concert and was higher then a kite when the cops pulled them over after the show. Nothing happened, they let everyone go , no ticket or anything. Cops used to be super cool in the 70's at least in my experiences with them.
Sometimes in our small town the local police were only a couple years older then us and they wanted to go to our parties on their time off so they were cool with us!
Small town perk.
Bryan Adams did a concert last night in Hero's Square. We decided to pass on it, I missed him last time he gave a free concert here too, not my style of music at all, one tone voice and over emotional songs.
I dislike, "love" songs.

I didn't really mean to rag on everyone.
It is an eye opener though to know that these"friends' are not the sort of people one could ever count on... unless they were getting something out of it for themselves.
What's in it for me is their motto at least from all the years I've known them.

fluffy2560 wrote:

Of all the silent stars, I hated Charlie Chaplin. I think he was terrible with his stupid little painted on Hitler toothbrush moustache and apparently not a very nice guy!

Hm.... The toothbrush mustache was a "style" for decades in the early 20th century. It may be today associated with Hitler, but it was far from being unique to him at the time. Trying to make such a link as a point of critique is rather silly and begets a lack of historical understanding.

And do note, Chaplin was one of the first who tried to point out the dangers of Hitler with films like "The Great Dictator" to the American public.

And his film "The Immigrant" is very socially descriptive for today's issues.

And "Modern Times" is a bitter social commentary that any real thinking socially minded liberal should appreciate even today.

Meanwhile, in comparison, D. W. Griffith was making films like "Birth of a Nation". And Keaton was making mostly two dimensional comic films filled with mostly gags and shtick. Seriously.... Not comparable.

Regarding your claim he was not a very nice guy... care to provide evidence? But even (unproven) if he was not a nice guy... And? The art and the man need not be linked.

Mr. Chaplin had a very hard young life.
His mother was going in and out of mental hospitals and his father was not around to support them.
if I remember correctly he even was placed in a work house as a young child.
He found fame in Hollywood and brought over to the US from the UK his brother and mother. He had to place his mother into a mental hospital because she went sour for one reason or the other.
My step- dad in the late 1960's grew a "Hitler" stash, my step'dad almost could of played a double for Hitler physically so it was very weird for him to grow that stash. My mother made him remove it after a month or so, she was embarrassed every time they shopped in the local, K Mart!
I am a fan of old classic films and have seen all of Charlie's films.
It is really hard to say how someone would react and turn out having a mom in a mental hospital, no father and being placed in a work house as a child.
I know my mom was left almost alone at 13 when her mother died. In the 1930's in the US there was no support of children like welfare.
She had to start working and quit school at age 14. Broke her heart as she loved school and loved to learn.
It sort of makes my stomach turn inside out when I see grown men taking welfare these days.
My mother at 14 was more a "man" then these freeloaders are.

klsallee wrote:

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Hm.... The toothbrush moustache was a "style" for decades in the early 20th century. It may be today associated with Hitler, but it was far from being unique to him at the time. Trying to make such a link as a point of critique is rather silly and begets a lack of historical understanding....

And do note, Chaplin was one of the first who tried to point out the dangers of Hitler with films like "The Great Dictator" to the American public.

OOO.....provacative....

Yes, I knew that, but I decided to go with the overall helicopter view of the gossip/tabloid/gutter press rather than the social commentary.  I know obviously Charlie C had the painted on moustache before Adolf H came into view but AH made the 'tache an object of ridicule.  But OK, so he made a movie that was a blatant parody of Hitler.  It's one of his better works but generally he just doesn't make me laugh unlike some other people.  If he was trying to create some art out of his work, he was just trying to be too clever - we got the joke in the first minute or two - we're not in the business of being educated (or brainwashed), we just want to be entertained.   Take the Keystone Cops - they were just in it for the comedy and in that sense, one might say it's a more pure form of  the comedic art.   

Anyways, since then, it's not like it hasn't all been done since in far better and amusing ways - The Interview or The Death of Stalin.

klsallee wrote:

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Regarding your claim he was not a very nice guy... care to provide evidence? But even (unproven) if he was not a nice guy... And? The art and the man need not be linked.

Plenty of reports around from those who worked with Charlie C - Google it.   Apparently he was difficult to work with.  I don't really see the problem with linking the art and the artiste together where it's deserved - one can understand more about the person and their motivations in performance.   AH was minor artist and his paintings aren't that bad but should we countenance giving him more airtime?  No, I don't think we should.   It would be like giving airtime to Jeffrey Dahmer.

We could throw in people like Richard Strauss and his operas - people like his music but he was a fascist.  Even John Wayne was very suspect on his right wing views.   I like his movies except The Green Berets (a blatant movie supporting the Vietnam war). 

I think it just depends on the package and case by case situations - I would not for example, give Mel Gibson the time of day nowadays- his personal views and his art are offensive as are his attempts to rewrite history.

fluffy2560 wrote:

But OK, so he made a movie that was a blatant parody of Hitler.  It's one of his better works but generally he just doesn't make me laugh unlike some other people.

Then you may have missed his point if all you cared about was laughing. Chaplin was mostly trying to make you think. He simply used humor to get you to think.

fluffy2560 wrote:

klsallee wrote:

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Regarding your claim he was not a very nice guy... care to provide evidence? But even (unproven) if he was not a nice guy... And? The art and the man need not be linked.

Plenty of reports around from those who worked with Charrlie C - Google it.

Nope. Sorry. You made the accusation. So you can not now expect me to work for it. You have to prove it. Not me. The burden is on you. You need to do the work to back up your claim you made. It is not my job, it is all yours. And we have the rights to scrutinize your "sources" (as in -- yeah right -- everything one finds at "Google" is true). Failure to provide your sources you based you comment on may make you guilty of a logical fallacy. Or you can recant -- which is also okay (and no harm no foul if you do). Or just admit it is your unsubstantiated personal opinion (everyone can have a personal, singular opinion -- again no harm no foul), without invoking a call for a Fallacy of Authority ....

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

But OK, so he made a movie that was a blatant parody of Hitler.  It's one of his better works but generally he just doesn't make me laugh unlike some other people.

Then you may have missed his point if all you cared about was laughing. Chaplin was mostly trying to make you think. He simply used humor to get you to think.

Perhaps in those times it might have worked then when people were less connected but it's no great shakes.  It's all a bit obvious.  As I said one can see the same in the other later movies I noted and there were other movies of the times and in the genre which are just as good if not better.   I've always been keen on the Marx Brothers myself, almost timeless talent although not much anti-AH in there despite being of the same era.

fluffy2560 wrote:

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Nope. Sorry. You made the accusation. So you can not now expect me to work for it. You have to prove it. Not me. The burden is on you. You need to do the work to back up your claim you made. It is not my job, it is all yours. And we have the rights to scrutinize your "sources" (as in -- yeah right -- everything one finds at "Google" is true). Failure to provide your sources you based you comment on may make you guilty of a logical fallacy. Or you can recant -- which is also okay (and no harm no foul if you do). Or just admit it is your unsubstantiated personal opinion (everyone can have a personal, singular opinion -- again no harm no foul), without invoking a call for a Fallacy of Authority ....

Wrong side of bed this morning?  I can play....

It's easy to find it if you can be bothered (like I was - but I like the movies).  But I'm not your research assistant if you're that interested.  Read Wikipedia and more authoritative reviews like in the Spectator. 

OK, these are pretty much opinion pieces (like my own) but other (filmed) accounts from actors and directors can be found easily enough amongst material easily accessible on YouTube for example.    I am not sure how a fallacy of authority somehow supports your refutation of my statements.   Some of it is historical record -  obviously I didn't know the guy personally and obviously Charlie C isn't coming back to rebuke me over my discussion points on your behalf.  But in any case, he's a public figure much written about and discussed in movie interviews by the people he worked and lived with. 

So we can average out over many statements by co-workers and family that he wasn't a saint and therefore fair game for critique of his life generally and his time in the movie business.

Charlie never really did make me laugh all that much.
Love the Marx Brothers and OK, I will even admit watching marathons of The 3 Stooges. Gotta love Curly.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Charlie never really did make me laugh all that much.
Love the Marx Brothers and OK, I will even admit watching marathons of The 3 Stooges. Gotta love Curly.

Agreed!

Marx Brothers were really very talented comedians, especially the venerable Groucho of course.  3 Stooges I wasn't really into that much although I've seen a few of their performances.

Oddly, my parents loathed Laurel and Hardy for some reason. I was therefore brought up to loathe them too but actually I quite like them.  They made that really transition from the silent movies to the talkies.   

Talking of Charlie C, I was watching a documentary about him and I'd forgotten someone had stolen him out of his grave in an attempt hold his corpse for ransom.  However, no-one cared that much about him to pay up!  A plot worthy of the Marx Brothers!

Used to watch The 3 stooges as a child, makes me feel like a kid again when I watch them.
Marx bros. were sarcastic and smart rude too with their innuendos.
My step -dad liked Laurel and Hardy but I never liked them much.
Louis and Costello were not liked by me at all, when they did those B movies with Frankenstein and Dracula I was done with them for good. Way too silly.
Another beautiful day out there, we took a nice long walk and went to the park yesterday, was really lovely outside and the park was not busy at all.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Used to watch The 3 stooges as a child, makes me feel like a kid again when I watch them.
Marx bros. were sarcastic and smart rude too with their innuendos.
My step -dad liked Laurel and Hardy but I never liked them much.
Louis and Costello were not liked by me at all, when they did those B movies with Frankenstein and Dracula I was done with them for good. Way too silly.
Another beautiful day out there, we took a nice long walk and went to the park yesterday, was really lovely outside and the park was not busy at all.

On Sunday we were out near Szekesfehervar.  There's a range of hills there near Csákberény which are very nice in the sun.  Surprisingly we also came across this little hotel/cottage complex.   Would never have known. Weather was superb but the hills are steep.

Abbot and Costello - yes, well!  Out of all of them, the Marx Brothers definitely top of the pile.

Abbott and Costello, my brain is going blank with these old trivia things.
Love that town of Szekesfeher.
Almost moved there instead of Budapest.
I would like to take a short trip for a few days back to Poland or Slovakia but my husband isn't into it much.
Our car is 30 years old, runs great but he is afraid they may stop us for some lamo reason and force us to pay for a local safety check or something like that.
I suppose the train would be in order for such a trip and not feeling it right now to go express.
I canceled my Netflix but someone downloaded the full hour comedy special, Sticks and Stones with Dave Chappelle.
He is funny to me, so was the likes of Rickard Pryor.
Saw the "boring" loud mouth Sam Kennison live at the Comedy Store in Ca. with my now deceased sister.
She was a heck of a lot funnier then him when she heckled him for his foul mouth boring routine.
We walked out, every other word was the C word and we took offense, I mean, "How Dare YOU"! This is going to be the new quote to insult someone, how dare you!

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Abbott and Costello, my brain is going blank with these old trivia things.
Love that town of Szekesfeher.
Almost moved there instead of Budapest.
I would like to take a short trip for a few days back to Poland or Slovakia but my husband isn't into it much.
Our car is 30 years old, runs great but he is afraid they may stop us for some lamo reason and force us to pay for a local safety check or something like that.
I suppose the train would be in order for such a trip and not feeling it right now to go express.
I canceled my Netflix but someone downloaded the full hour comedy special, Sticks and Stones with Dave Chappelle.
He is funny to me, so was the likes of Richard Pryor.
Saw the "boring" loud mouth Sam Kennison live at the Comedy Store in Ca. with my now deceased sister.
She was a heck of a lot funnier then him when she heckled him for his foul mouth boring routine.
We walked out, every other word was the C word and we took offense, I mean, "How Dare YOU"! This is going to be the new quote to insult someone, how dare you!

If your car has passed all its tests here and is insured and up to date,  there's no reason you cannot drive it over there.  A test passed here is a test passed there. No reason really to stop you unless speeding or broken light etc.  It's all bit of a storm in the teamcup.   My ABS  doesn't work at the moment or at least the light is on and I cannot reset it as there was a fault (hopefully fixed) - probably needs the pump recycling (not easy to do).  So probably I'll take out the bulb and hopefully they'll not notice.  No-one at the side of the road could tell.  It's not as though it's absolutely necessary to have ABS.

Actually I didn't said anything about Bryan Adams. I did not know it was free. Might have gone if I'd known but I don't really care about the guy so much other than I've heard of him.

This old movie stuff is a bit of a thing with me as are all the movies - I did some formal study on the subject.  Our lecturer appeared in the James Bond movies as an Indian motorcycle taxi driver - he was a character actor. 

I've always had a very good memory that sort of movie stuff. I cannot remember what I had for lunch yesterday but I do know remember all sorts of trivia about movies and their stars.   

There are a couple of movies I'd like to see at the moment - Ad Astra and Hollywood.  Both Brad Pitt movies actually.   Fluffyette1 has expressed an interest in Ad Astra so I think we might go and see that if we can find the OV screening - probably at Allee, maybe at the weekend. 

I have a thought that Fluffyette1 might want to study art or film-making at Uni.  I can only envy the chance is even available as I should have loved to do that.  Here in HU/Budapest, it's movie town at the moment so perhaps this is the time to be in that business.   And of course, what with the streaming companies like Netflix/Amazon/Disney and so on, there's money around.

Richard Pryor was alright but not great but to me, always much better in the movies than on the stage.  I thought Cosby wasn't so bad but look what happened to him!

I think there's a bigger divergence in comedy than language between the USA and the UK or even Australia.  On UK TV shows (some of which I can watch) we have an influx of Australian, South African, Canadian and even German comedians.  There's a knowledge or style gap between indigenous (British) comedians and the interlopers. BTW, I don't count the Irish as interlopers - lots of Irish  comedians are very successful in the UK and very much appreciated by everyone.

But for the others, sometimes they get it right but other times it falls flat.  I am not sure an international audience appreciates SNL very much. Maybe it's just because it needs local involvement.  And the same vice-versa for the UK, Canada, Australia, NZ or South Africa etc.

fluffy2560 wrote:

I'm not your research assistant .

You a made claim. You refuse to provide any evidence to back it up with even the tiniest amount of proof.

Onus probandi incumbit ei qui dicit, non ei qui negat.

Also known as the Logical Fallacy, "Burden of Proof". I provide a link, because I made a claim and am thus required to back it up (if I am to remain logical and credible):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosoph … n_of_proof

To wit: You were the illogical one who lacked credibility on this issue by refusing to back up your claim till demanded. Thanks for the link (finally). Was that really so difficult?

P.S. Saying I am not your research assistant, or asking me about my mood, is also another Logical Fallacy. Compounding your illogic. If we are to play (and sometimes I play by playing devil's advocate -- i.e. don't assume you know me, because you don't), we need to keep it rhetorically logical and proper, while avoiding silly, unnecessary and off topic personal commentary.

My side note about humor.

Humor is a personal thing. What one finds funny another may not. To me, shtick is just a gimmick. Not funny. And frankly, being good as debasing others to me is not humor, it is just cruel --- laughter at the expense of others*  (Grouch Marx or Don Rickles for example). But that is just me. Others are free to have another opinion.

That being said, I find the lowest and highest levels of humor in the English. The lowest I have no taste for at all. I dare call it primitive. But the highest, be it witty, sarcastic, sardonic, obtuse, oblique, direct, subtle or direct, it can really make me smile, often in ten words or less. It is intellectual humor**.  Just saying. Cheers.


* Are politicians exempt? 

** Charlie Chaplin was English.

Back in the late 1970's Benny Hill was on tv in S. Ca.
We enjoyed watching him even though it was over the top silly at times.
My eldest sister was still living in London when that show was on in the US.
I told her we liked watching it and she stated that in the UK only the "lower classes" like Benny Hill.Well, excuse me!
Well, guess I am low class, she had her moments of being a bit over the top and trying hard to be' upper crust", she thought she was posh and we thought she was full of it.
It's all good, I agree humor is personal, to me when people pick on one person, like Don Rickles did, it does make me uncofortable for the person being roasted.
I am usually the first to make a joke about myself, I enjoy making people laugh even at my own expense. Lucille Ball was my favorite female comedian, a lady, pretty , well dressed but still ready at a drop on a dime to make a fool of herself.
I know this is a stretch to believe but way , way back early in his careerDon Rickles would joke about his 1959 Rambler car, what a POS it was etc.
Well, when I was 18 and bought my own first car with my little saving of $150. I bought a 1959 Rambler from a guy in Burbank, Ca. He never bothered to register the car in his own name so the former owners name was on the old registration papers, it said, Don Rickles. Yes, it was a POS car but to me as a first car and buying it on my own, it was great. I had to stop everyday at the station and put air in the tires though. When my step-dad came over to my flat to see my car he wanted to know the address of the man I bought it from, he was going over there to beat the crap out of him for selling it to a naive young kid.Head' gasket was blown and the tires were shot.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Well, guess I am low class

Au contraire! No, No!

You simply have a different opinion. Which is perfectly fine.

Sadly, in the current world, too many people do not respect others having a  different opinion (a disease of both liberals and conservatives), but I still do.

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

I'm not your research assistant .

You a made claim. You refuse to provide any evidence to back it up with even the tiniest amount of proof.

Onus probandi incumbit ei qui dicit, non ei qui negat.

Also known as the Logical Fallacy, "Burden of Proof". I provide a link, because I made a claim and am thus required to back it up (if I am to remain logical and credible):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosoph … n_of_proof

To wit: You were the illogical one who lacked credibility on this issue by refusing to back up your claim till demanded. Thanks for the link (finally). Was that really so difficult?

Really?  Actually I didn't refuse, I just couldn't be bothered.  It's not like it's police evidence needed for the big Perry Mason case.  It's just a matter of historical record.

klsallee wrote:

P.S. Saying I am not your research assistant, or asking me about my mood, is also another Logical Fallacy. Compounding your illogic. If we are to play (and sometimes I play by playing devil's advocate -- i.e. don't assume you know me, because you don't), we need to keep it rhetorically logical and proper, while avoiding silly, unnecessary and off topic personal commentary.

That's a bit QED! 

Anyway, moving on, this is actually the one place where we can say anything we want as there's no topic.  My point was a nudge on introspection - i.e. there's also reasonableness, being polite and hopefully keeping it light and fluffy. 

I mean, getting into heated or otherwise discussion over whether Charlie Chaplin was - in his personal and business life - the final and external part of an alimentary canal (catch that spam scanner) is hardly a thing I'd have expected to engage in here while waffling away on any old subject.

I could almost say in a minor perverse way I liked the banter of it - touche for the challenge.  In retrospect, the episode is probably funnier and more absurd than CC's movies.  Life imitating art perhaps.

To be more on topic about Charlie Chaplin....in the Spectator link before his former wife, Paulette Goddard's statement sums it up well:

"Chaplin died on Christmas day 1977. ...... the comedian’s coffin was stolen by grave robbers, who phoned Paulette Goddard, one of his wives and the co-star of The Gold Rush, hoping they could make a ransom demand. ‘We’ve got Chaplin,’ they announced. ‘So what?’ she said, slamming down the phone".

I agree to no more sniping. 

Peace!

klsallee wrote:

My side note about humor.

Humor is a personal thing. What one finds funny another may not. To me, shtick is just a gimmick. Not funny. And frankly, being good as debasing others to me is not humor, it is just cruel --- laughter at the expense of others*  (Grouch Marx or Don Rickles for example). But that is just me. Others are free to have another opinion.

That being said, I find the lowest and highest levels of humor in the English. The lowest I have no taste for at all. I dare call it primitive. But the highest, be it witty, sarcastic, sardonic, obtuse, oblique, direct, subtle or direct, it can really make me smile, often in ten words or less. It is intellectual humor**.  Just saying. Cheers.


* Are politicians exempt? 

** Charlie Chaplin was English.

My favourite Groucho quip is:  "I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member"

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Back in the late 1970's Benny Hill was on tv in S. Ca.
We enjoyed watching him even though it was over the top silly at times.
My eldest sister was still living in London when that show was on in the US.
I told her we liked watching it and she stated that in the UK only the "lower classes" like Benny Hill.Well, excuse me!

Nah, she had the wrong idea then.  Lots of people enjoyed Benny Hill.  He was wildly popular.  Who was supposed to be upper class then?!

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Well, when I was 18 and bought my own first car with my little saving of $150. I bought a 1959 Rambler from a guy in Burbank, Ca. He never bothered to register the car in his own name so the former owners name was on the old registration papers, it said, Don Rickles. Yes, it was a POS car but to me as a first car and buying it on my own, it was great. I had to stop everyday at the station and put air in the tires though. When my step-dad came over to my flat to see my car he wanted to know the address of the man I bought it from, he was going over there to beat the crap out of him for selling it to a naive young kid.Head' gasket was blown and the tires were shot.

Wow! Another story for your book Marilyn.  Jeez, almost hobnobbing it there with royalty but it sounds like Don was a poor judge of motor vehicles. 

Don Rickles was known in the UK but primarily I know him through the movies - he was excellent in Kelly's Heroes- one of my all time fave movies of that era with a stellar cast.

And of course that also starred the supercool Clint Eastwood.  He was great in Where Eagles Dare too. I saw that with my Mum when I was aged about 11 maybe. Might even have been on my birthday.

Speaking of Birthday's, my hubby turns 72 on Sat.! Like they say, where did the time go?
My 2 sisters were also born in Oct. and my bro was born a Libra as well.
I'm the "odd man out" born before Xmas... One of the worst times of the year to have a Birthday, everyone is gone on holiday or has no interest in going to yet one more party.
No presents and nothing special, my husband hates it when people make a thing of their birthdays... I'll make up for his disinterest when my bd rolls around! Pary on!
I'm not sure why my eldest sister got all "posh" on us after living in the UK for a decade. She has gotten back to ,"normal" since then.
Maybe it's a "Libra" thing but she was always into improving her manners, speech and being the best at everything she did.
She quit playing the violin because at her new school the music teacher placed her as second chair and not first.
I mean, that's extreme, maybe the other kid wold of broken their fingers in some mysterious ,"accident". See Sag's. think big about the future and usually don't give up even if they don't have a prayer to finish what they start.
I had my first crush as a small girl on Clint Eastwood, wow that's going back to his Rawhide tv days.
Loved all his old Spagetti Westerns.My step-dad and I used to go together to every one of his films as we both were huge fans of those off beat westerns.

Sometimes I really must remember to "check" myself at the door.
I was entering our building this afternoon and saw out of the corner of my eye someone entering behind me. They waited while I fumbled taking my key out of the door, my husband has that electronic disk for easy entry but I just use my key.
It was the young guy who has taken over the flat next door from a HU guy who works a lot in the UK.
One of those"scooter" users.
He follwed me up the stairs to our floor and I decided to stop and let him open up the next gated entry to our floor.
As he passed by me I asked him if he was the guy who was living next to us.
I really am not sure these days as to who is who because there are so many new faces in the building.
He said he was, I for some reason being myself told him, "You know we can smell weed from your flat" ! After I let that fall out from my  lips I was waiting for him to deny it.
No, he said, "Yes, What can I do"?!! Wow, that was surreal.
I told him not everyone in the house is cool with that and to be careful , he mentioned he was going to move soon.
Ok, I did my part, really shocked myself by telling it as it is and his response also shocked me a bit.
I am not sure how serious what he is doing is here in Hungary but if I was him, I wouldn't wish to find out.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

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He said he was, I for some reason being myself told him, "You know we can smell weed from your flat" ! After I let that fall out from my  lips I was waiting for him to deny it.
No, he said, "Yes, What can I do"?!! Wow, that was surreal.
I told him not everyone in the house is cool with that and to be careful , he mentioned he was going to move soon.
Ok, I did my part, really shocked myself by telling it as it is and his response also shocked me a bit.
I am not sure how serious what he is doing is here in Hungary but if I was him, I wouldn't wish to find out.

Weed isn't actually illegal in some countries or more specifically, the law is not enforced.  Here, I think it is illegal but in other countries, no-one really cares any more for minor amounts for self-use.  They'll have to legalise it eventually because it's an impossible to control thing - people drink and smoke tobacco which could be argued are worse.  Better to be practical than a Puritan.  Just think of the crime reduction if it was legalised.  Cheaper than enforcement.

I lived in Holland for a few years and it was a time when smoking was allowed on trams. I was going to work and some guy down the back was smoking a massive spliff.  Stunk the place out.  No-one was bothered that he was smoking some grass but they were very bothered he was stinking up the carriage and making us all smell of it. 

I also remember being in a coffee shop (when we had visitors, everyone wanted to see the inside of one) and I was always surprised to see the range of people in there - hippy types to just the younger set to a couple in tux/evening dress.  All types.

I also lived in Germany and again, surprised to see shops full of bongs.  They were quite nice to look at but it's all a bit so what.  When you've seen one, you've seen them all. 

I've tried it a few times myself but it's just not my thing - I didn't really get what the fuss was about.  Made feel quite strange and I didn't really like it.  Wasn't fun or cool.  In any case,  I don't even drink now and I certainly don't smoke either. 

Your neighbour should go on the roof or something to smoke - it'll blow away then maybe!  At least if he's stoned he's not going to cause trouble.

Oh, but if he went to the roof, he might think he could fly...
Just made me think of that old anti-weed movie, "Reefer Madness"!
I just couldn't think yesterday which one of us was more out of their minds, me or the guy next door.
I'd never admit to smoking if I knew it was so illegal.
In the 60's my BIL was a Hippie from a well off military family, he dad was some big shot Officer in the US Marines. He was drafted during the Vietnam war and had to enlist because other wise his dad would disown him.
He got a coosh station in Iceland during the war.
Lots of action and danger over there....
Before he shipped over my sis and he had a party and they dropped LSD into some poor guys drink for fun.
The guy tore off all his clothing and ran through the bushes. Not funny to me to do something sneaky to someone like that.
My ex-BIL's father just passed away a couple weeks back, he was 96.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Oh, but if he went to the roof, he might think he could fly...
Just made me think of that old anti-weed movie, "Reefer Madness"!
I just couldn't think yesterday which one of us was more out of their minds, me or the guy next door.
I'd never admit to smoking if I knew it was so illegal.
In the 60's my BIL was a Hippie from a well off military family, he dad was some big shot Officer in the US Marines. He was drafted during the Vietnam war and had to enlist because other wise his dad would disown him.
He got a coosh station in Iceland during the war.
Lots of action and danger over there....
Before he shipped over my sis and he had a party and they dropped LSD into some poor guys drink for fun.
The guy tore off all his clothing and ran through the bushes. Not funny to me to do something sneaky to someone like that.
My ex-BIL's father just passed away a couple weeks back, he was 96.

Haha,  I remember Reefer Madness. It was much laughed about.   I might watch it again to remind myself how insane people's thinking was back there.  It's got to be on YouTube.

I don't really think you should worry about admitting you had a bit of the ganga.  I'm happy to report openly here I tried it - I even inhaled it.  But it was about 41 years ago so I think no-one will care now. Being 18 one tries a lot of things.  But I never dropped acid or anything else like that. I had my limits - usually smoking and alcohol but I grew out of tall that sort of thing pretty quickly and one's got little kids, one cannot just get smashed any old time.

Anyone who gave someone a tab of LSD needs to be charged with something - it's totally irresponsible!