There goes the neighbourhood

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Life in sleepy little Willington Quay got quite interesting yesterday. Mrs Softie had been relaxing a bit after the dodgy experiences on the Daisy Hill Estate (eg: cars set on fire, psycho neighbour kicking the fence down, drugs raids on the estate, listening to the headboard of the neighbour's wife banging on the wall as she brought the income into the household). So far it has been idyllic, but they had obviously just been biding their time.

Yesterday we had a holdup at the petrol-station, which is pretty exciting for a one-chippy town, but some youths also decided to petrol-bomb the gas storage tanks on the top of the hill. Fortunately they were unsuccessful so I have still a wife and house and stuff. What happened to scrumping apples and skimming stones? Bloody kids these days...I worry about them, I really do...:-)

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000

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Do you think this could this be God's little way of suggesting you to move Softie?

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000

More like God's way of suggesting I set up the Willington Quay Automatic Rifle Club :-(

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000

I'll second that, sounds like a good idea, ol' soft one!

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000

Hi Chuck, I'm a great admirer of yours and completely agree that Political freedom is best expressed in having the right to blow someone's Goddamn head clean off.

I do have some sympathy for a man who visited the future and discovered that it was being run by the mackems, however, and recognise that this would effect the sanity of any man...

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000


It sounds like you in the minority if you're not tooled up already. Chop off the little charver's fingers I say.

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000


Jeez..and we used to think blowing up apricots with firecrackers was nuts. Glad to hear everything's ok with the Softies. Hope the little barstewards burnt their fingers off!

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000

DOesn`t sound like a fun week at all Softie! Bloody kids! We dread the summer holidays down here in the New Forest. As soon as the schools break up, the fires start! You can forgive holiday makers who accidentally get carried away with outdoor life and decide to go native and make a campfire (a la boy scouts!) But most of the fires are set deliberately, and just a few days of hot sunshine turns the forest into a tinder box.

Pleased the incident wasn`t a major one, doesn`t bear thinking about. I can`t believe those gas tanks are still there. We spent a lot of time in the park opposite (assuming that`s still there).(:o)

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000


There's a garden centre opened up just down the hill, and as part of the deal for planning permission they built a beautiful playground for the local kids as well with all the slides and swings and what have you you could ask for. Sadly, the older kids use it at night and the road is littered with used condoms in the mornings (obviously it would help if the roads were swept occasionally). I don't begrudge them their activities (I remember being that age, it's good exercise and they are at least taking precautions) but I now worry about my kiddie picking the things up....

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2000

Softie, sounds to me like you are going into full pre-natal anxiety syndrome! - But don`t worry, I`m told it only lasts until your grandchildren come along, then you stop worrying so much about your kids, and worry about theirs instead!(:o)

My memories of George Street and my early childhood are wonderful. What a pity it`s not such a quiet, safe place now.

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000


Are you lot certain it's not just a case of you all getting too old?

My neighbourhood as a kid was always full of fires, gang fights, Car thefts, attempted train derailments etc.....that's what made me the man I am today.....character building as LR would say ;))

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000



Oh and I enjoyed every minute of my childhood :))

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000

No Gav, not rose coloured spectacles, just another twenty years older than you! I was born in 1951 (pause for a quick shudder!), very few caars on the road, no television in our house till I was a couple of years old. Most definately a quieter and more innocent time to be a child. By the time you were born Gav, I was 17ish (?) and had been living in Bournemouth for a year. I was a student at Poole College, and the whole pace of life had already changed beyond recognition! (:o)

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000

Just realised that I`m talking about half a century ago! Oh no - that must mean that I`m really old now!!! When did that happen then!!!(:o)

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000

I've always wondered whether life really was "that" innocent though....like I say for the majority of my 32 years it's pretty much always been the same....

Gal, you're not that old honey.....there's younger people than you who are much older if you get my meaning :)) if you don't then don't worry about it.....just have a nice cup of tea before you go to collect your pension ;)))

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000


Right now I`m still in my forties, and I`m hanging on to that! Next year I shall be ignoring my birthday, and all future birthdays for that matter! (:o)

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000


Gal, you're not that old honey.....there's younger people than you who are much older if you get my meaning :))

Of course, we would be crackers not to know what you meant but if Bobby Robson had said that the press would have a field day.(c;

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000


Isn't it strange how all the best people were born in 1951? Nice to have confirmation - thanks Gal.

-- Anonymous, July 20, 2000

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