Andy78

So much emotion expressed in so few words. A beautiful entry that must have hurt to write.

Really sweet Mikie

I like it Krista. This is poetry I get Romantic, and portrays true affection between partners. Thanks for sharing.

Sounds like encouraging news Renee. Good to know you have a doc who knows her business. And nice to know that the ER docs are as useless in the US as they are over here *looks around and asks "Who dared to say that?"*

Be warned this poetry heathen will be reading over the weekend. My knowledge of poetry stretches about as far as Each, Peach, Pear, Plum and a bit of Dr Seuss

Thanks guys It's a shame that kids no longer play the same games we used to when I was younger. I have visions of the kids standing around in the playground wrapped up in cotton wool and eating a Big Mac and fries

Glad you like it Wayne

Mine worked pretty well when I was in my mid/late teens, but since I got together with Brett it's kinda in the crapper. These days it's more a "he's cute radar", "if I were fifteen years younger hell yeah radar" or "could be useful for a threesome radar"

Well apparently I've managed to get my Brett's ten year old nephew, Michael, suspended from school for three days. Brett and I were talking to him recently about the games that we played in school during breaktime (recess). One of the most common games I played when I was in junior school (age 7-10) was a version of tag called British Bulldogs (when I was 5 or 6 I used to play Fishy-Fishy instead, but that really is for the littler kids to play). The link explains the basics of the rules for both games (for those who never played them or heard of them), and I didn't know that many schools have actually banned British Bulldogs from being played. Yes it is on the rough side, but ultimately it's no worse than a game of rugby. However, as the game was/is usually played on a concrete/asphalt playground, injuries used to happen. They were mostly just bumps and bruises, but when they happened we all just shrugged it off, dusted ourselves down and life went on. The worst injury I ever had when playing, was on one occasion (at the age of eight) being tackled by a girl in my class (yes we used to play mixed team), I lost my footing (she had literally rugby-tackled me) and I cracked my head open on the playground. There was blood everywhere and it took the docs sixteen stitches to patch me up (I still have a small scar as a war wound). I simply took a couple of paracetamol (tylenol), accepted the young lady's apology, and I was back in school the next day ready to play again (and I probably did). Nobody batted an eyelid over it; not the school, not the other kids, not even my parents. Anyway, it seems that Brett's nephew arranged a small game at school today. One of the boy's in his class ended up with a small bruise on his arm after taking a tumble, and the school have hit the panic button. Letters are apparently being sent out to all the parents reminding them that British Bulldogs is banned in the school, Michael's parents (Brett's brother and his missus) are being called to the school to see the headteacher, and they have just now exchanged certain select words with yours truly. Now when I was in school, if you got a bump or a bruise in the playground, the school nurse used to kiss it better and send you on your way; if I had a pound for every boo-boo I picked up in school I could pay off half of our national debt. Now am I the only person who thinks that there are far more important things to worry about than a ten year old boy getting a boo-boo at school from playing a fucking game of tag? Is this a case of health and safety gone mad? Now I think that the school (and Michael's parents) are completely blowing this out of all proportion. Please don't tell me, that everyone else is right and I'm wrong on this one.

Definitely have to add this to my ever growing must read list. Now just need to get everyone to stop writing for about the next six months so I can get my lazy butt in gear and clear my must read list

Thanks Ieshwar. I've watched the cartoon as well, and loved it. The book is well worth reading though.

The event that would soon become the talk of London, and most of the Empire in fact, occurred during the afternoon of September 30th, in the Year of our Lord 1872. It became probably the most talked about event since the Gordon Riots, which had occurred in the June of the Year of our Lord 1780, during which several prominent areas of London were attacked and destroyed. It had been a day like any other for Peter Morrison. He was the principal cashier of the day, and he worked for that finest o

You're innocent and I'm King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden

Take care Renee and I hope you get some good news

I use "prat" a lot. It's a very British insult It's also one of a few cusses that authors can get away with using in children's literature

Thanks Louis

Welcome to all our new members. Hope you all enjoy GA

Personally I'd prefer Manchester to Birmingham, but I'm happy to go with the majority on this.

Thanks Ieshwar. This was fun to write

Happy birthday Sid, hope you had a great day

Thanks for the review hun Blame Comicfan for the violence, it was his prompt after all

Just written my first prompt story in what feels like FOREVER! **can now go back to its hidey-hole for another 3 months **

Joseph lay on the floor with blood pouring from his nose. As hard as it was for the teachers at Manor Green School to believe, Joseph had once been one of the most popular kids in the school. He had just turned sixteen and he was one of the best of the best-looking boys in the school; in fact, he would not have looked out of place on the front cover of any tweeny magazine. He was the captain of the school cricket team, the deputy chair of the student council, the bullies left him alone, and t

One of us! One of us! One of us! http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=1Y_KNYNzN6A

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