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A while back I mentioned about the hubby (Jim) of one of my wife's friends who died of cancer at the hospice my wife works and he left three sets of golf clubs to me. I told his widow to ask his local club if they wanted a set which she passed on and they are used, I think, by the instructors there to teach golfing newbies. A second set was sold for about £450 or something like that. The third set was held at Wentworth where he'd been a member for over 35 years. Once his estate was wound up they contacted me when the clubs were released from their storage. I spoke to one of the club's officers and asked if it was possible to offer them for sale through the club's members network. Leave it to me, he said.
One of Jim's former hockey playing buddies who moved to Portugal came back over for a few weeks on business and met Jim's widow. He offered to buy the clubs and I asked her to give any money she got for them to the hospice. He collected the clubs before he left for Portugal. She gave me a call a couple of weeks ago to say he left, wait for it, £15,000 to the hospice for the clubs.
Obviously the clubs weren't worth anywhere near that value. The next time I have a beer, I will toast Jim for having the wisdom to leave them to someone (me) who he knew had no interest in the game at all and would probably be game to sell them on which I was. The sale of the two sets raised about £15,450 for the hospice.
My wife's only regret having nursed him there is that he passed away not too long before she started her early shift that day. He was a decent bloke and I learned he played hockey some 70 times for England in the 1950-1960s. There was more to the old boy than I never knew.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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It is amazing..how you can know some one for years and not really know that much about them,
You go to a funeral and find out things you never knew. Like a friend of my Dads, Civil Engineer for the Railway, he died only at his funeral I found out he had been involved in the Spanish Civil war, D-Day (he got his forearm crushed on D-Day+2 by a wayward gun breech(6 pound antitank)), heavily anti-US since the Suez mess...
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glennPattonWork wrote: the Railway, he died only at his funeral I
He died at his funeral? That's what I call forward planning. 
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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Nahh! Didn't mean that, he died, I was at his funeral  I meant. you know...
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I did. 
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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Put them all skin side up,m side by side, under a grill, with the skin/fat bit laid out flat.
Give it a lojng time, till the skin is all crispy. If the bit closer to the grill cooks too quick, put some foiil over it.
When its all good and crispy give the chops a few minutes each side falt under the grill. They shouid be a touch pink still near the bone.
I served it up with fresh mint sauce, mint, white balsalmic, suger and suateed potatoes (boiled potato chunks added to some prefired (softened onions) in a frying pan, tossed around with butter, sea salt, and parsley, and some steamed veg.
It was, without doubt, the best lamb chops ever, superb mint sauce, and outstanding potatoes.
Simple, but its the detail that makes the difference.
Tomorrow, steak with st agur sauce...
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Tomorrow's steak: sous vide, 60 minutes at 56.0C. Little butter, pepper and powdered garlic rubbed in, then in the pack before you seal it. Then a very, very hot pan and sear each side for 30 secs Max.
Trust me on this.
Those who fail to learn history are doomed to repeat it. --- George Santayana (December 16, 1863 – September 26, 1952)
Those who fail to clear history are doomed to explain it. --- OriginalGriff (February 24, 1959 – ∞)
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I can picture it, smell it and taste it on your behalf.
I'm sure you will see it, smell it, taste it and enjoy it - on my behalf. 
It sounds positively yummy.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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That sounds just about perfect.
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printf("Hey me too!");
Well fads they come and fads they go.
And God I love that rock and roll!
Well the point was fast but it was too blunt to miss.
Life handed us a paycheck, we said, "We worked harder than this!"
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Very clever.
"If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." Red Adair.
Those who seek perfection will only find imperfection
nils illegitimus carborundum
me, me, me
me, in pictures
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Very nice! Guido Sarducci, George Carlin and Gallagher will teach you all there is to know in life. 
/ravi
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All the important stuff anyway.
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Great! At last, get your university education in 5 tweets or less!
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Don't sneeze or you'll miss graduation.
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Hopefully the skies will clear here (OK, probably not until May) so it's possible to see[^].
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TTFN - Kent
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You have four days and nights left to live.
You must select a different room for each 24 hour period, and describe in detail what (safe-for-Lounge-posting) activities you will do in each room. Assume you are in good health, and have unlimited funds at your disposal [^].
You will die suddenly, and painlessly, on the last night, just before dawn.
“But I don't want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can't help that,” said the Cat: “we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.”
“How do you know I'm mad?” said Alice.
“You must be," said the Cat, or you wouldn't have come here.” Lewis Carroll
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BillWoodruff wrote: (safe-for-Lounge-posting)
mmmmm..........sorry, I got nuthin', but I'm guessing I wouldn't make the whole 4 days.
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"Hey Silvio, we have 4 different rooms for the party".
Veni, vidi, vici.
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Well, yes - when people move on to the next room they are... 
Those who fail to learn history are doomed to repeat it. --- George Santayana (December 16, 1863 – September 26, 1952)
Those who fail to clear history are doomed to explain it. --- OriginalGriff (February 24, 1959 – ∞)
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In all honesty, I have no idea what I would want in room one, much less room 4.
Organised I may be (compared with some), I'm not sure I'm organised enough to plan my own last few days without giving it some serious consideration.
And if I did that, I'd probably start wanting the hotel address...just to check it out...
Those who fail to learn history are doomed to repeat it. --- George Santayana (December 16, 1863 – September 26, 1952)
Those who fail to clear history are doomed to explain it. --- OriginalGriff (February 24, 1959 – ∞)
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Why the hell would you want to spend the last four days of your life stuck in a hotel????
Now if I had to chose a race track for each day then I would have NO problem deciding which ones.
Choosing the bikes to use would take a bit more time....
If your neighbours don't listen to The Ramones, turn it up real loud so they can.
“We didn't have a positive song until we wrote 'Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue!'” ― Dee Dee Ramone
"The Democrats want my guns and the Republicans want my porno mags and I ain't giving up either" - Joey Ramone
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