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Ah but you haven't considered the planning permission and rent of the Council's land for the bench.

 

Strange reaction really. I'd always assumed that a relative of someone with an affinity for that spot had paid to have the bench there. If I ever sat on one I'd be grateful for someone's thought and generosity while I sat there enjoying the view that their relative had enjoyed during their life. Is that wrong ?

 

Eh? What did I say that suggested otherwise? I quite agree, that was exactly what I was saying (or thought I was). I was just commenting on the original post which seemed to me to raise a question about whether councils are doing this as a money spinner or not.

 

Sorry, meant to quote KVA's post, not yours !

 

Wouldnt you just come back as one of your many alliases? Like a cat with nine lives..

 

Yesterday I drove the lad to play football at an away fixture at a community club the far side of Bromley. The car park was overflowing so I had to park on the grass right beside one of the goals.

Whilst he went off to the warm up, I attended to matters in the car (ie read The Economist, listened to Little Richard & scanned emails).

Naturally engrossed, I didn’t notice a large gathering assemble pretty much in front of my car until a chap started to ‘say a few words’.

Looking up, I realised that I happened to be next to a memorial bench & a freshly planted sapling. The speaker mentioned that they were to commemorate a doughty stalwart of the club who had recently pegged out.

In fact, very recently pegged out.

At the climax of the speech, a shoebox sized bag was opened & the ashes began to be scattered by the tree.

It was a gusty day & I noted with dread that there was a strong chance that a portion of Old Bert would end up on my windscreen.

What’s the etiquette?

Furiously get the wipers going or let Bert find his final resting place over the bonnet of my car?

Happily, after a few moments the party strode off to the cricket square to deposit the remainder of the ashes in the vicinity of the slip cordon.

 

Keep off the drugs.

 

The older people get the more they die

While those fat cats in Whitehall are busy eating from the trough, vulnerable elderly people are dying

Makes me sick

 

I have always thought John Entwistle's death was the way to go, in Vegas before a sold out concert, after doing copious amounts of coke off a naked hooker's breasts. Definately not the way of Jime Heselden, who drove one of his company Segways off a cliff accidentally!

 

The trough sounds far from ideal, tbf.

 

And excellent that Daltrey & Townsend played the gig.

 

Whilst sharing your Segway with a hooker as a mid point compromise?

 

Great sentiment Smudger, but six weeks ago I had surgery to remove a brain tumour (same diagnosis and operation that Tony Cascarino had, and thankfully, the same result). As part of the pre-op procedure my consultant was duty bound to inform me of the risks, which included heart attack, stroke and death. There was also a significant chance of permenant facial paralysis. When you face potential tragedy, it’s common to make a few deals with yourself, along the lines of “if I get through this unscathed, I will do things differently, be a better, more reasoned version of myself.”
But guess what, even though I promised to never do this again, I still found myself panicking at 2-0 up in the 85th minute against Wolves. FML, I guess Bill Shankley was right.

 

Glad to hear things have worked out well for you. You're not the only one who felt like that at 2-0.

 

Best wishes Goal hanger and I too felt edgy.

 

Live for today because tomorrow may never come.