Genealogy, Local History, The old Meadows area of Nottingham. (See my website at www.theoldmeadows.co.uk), Archaeology, Cookery, World War 1, Amber, Foraging and Wild Food, Winemaking and a new found interest in jewelery and it's construction
Music
Classical, Irish Folk, Bluegrass, Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys, Runrig, Sawdoctors, Harry Chapin and some new stuff but not a lot.
Movies
Assault on Precinct 13 (the original version), It's a Wonderful Life, Any version of A Christmas Carol which isn't a musical, Mr Deeds, Matilda
Television
Any thing thats not under the heading Soap or Reality TV.
Gavin and Stacey, Torchwood, Dr Who, Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps, QI, Timeteam, Pushing Daisies, Hamish Macbeth.
Books
The Last Tommy, Tommy, Not Forgotten, Fluke, Fatal Shore, The No 1 Ladies Detective Agency, Oliver
Heroes
Anyone who has fought for their country and a government that couldn't care less, Archibald McIndoe the founder of the Guinea Pig Club, Harry Patch, Ronnie Drew and Luke Kelly
Paul's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
Nottingham
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Religion:
Atheist
Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
Smoke / Drink:
No / Yes
Education:
Some college
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The Cracked Pot.
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on
the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of
the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect
and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of
the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot
arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on
daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots
of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments. The poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of
what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it
spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side
causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are
flowers on your side of the path ,but not on the other pot's
side"
"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I
planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day
while
we walk back, you water them."
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful
flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the
way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the
house." Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the
cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together
so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and
look for the good in them.
Tommy by Rudyard Kipling
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!
The Cracked Pot.
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on
the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of
the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect
and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of
the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot
arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on
daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots
of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments. The poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of
what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it
spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side
causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are
flowers on your side of the path ,but not on the other pot's
side"
"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I
planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day
while
we walk back, you water them."
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful
flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the
way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the
house." Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the
cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together
so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and
look for the good in them.
