I don't know where we're going, but it can only be 5K away (Part whatever)

Sardonicat wrote: »

Yes, up Limerick!

Not forgetting Mayo and of course Lewis No7 World champion Hamilton

[Deleted User] wrote: »

Have you ever gone to a moto gp Grem? If not you should book once things are back to normal, you'd love it.
Auto, anyone but Hamilton, excellent driver but a pain imo.
Couchside, got some decluttering done today, still lots of stuff to be dumped but I'm a bit of a hoarder and the others were taking stuff out of the skip also, it was like one foot forward 2 steps back.
Mam, I love turnip with butter, salt and brown sauce, yum.

Please tell me tomorrow isn't Monday.

It’s not Monday it’s the day before Tuesday . Can’t deny Lewis is brilliant

That episode of The Den did me good. I thought it would be pants but it was actually really uplifting.
I think Ray Darcy is much better suited as a children's presenter. He's more natural in that environment.
The young fellow walked in and asked what it was. I forgot he'd have no idea. He didn't stick around, went back to Tik Tok.

I was obviously well clued in to the whole Glenroe thing as this time 32 years ago, I was watching Where in the World (Murphys Micro Quiz"m" before that). Homework was done since Friday. I worked Saturday and Sunday for my parents to raise a few quid for myself and got treated to a chinese takeaway on the way home from work of a Sunday. After Glenroe, I'd sort the school bag and hit the hay. Never ever had the "Glenroes".:D

Gremlinertia wrote: »

I worked less during school term time so glenroe didn't bother me much either since I only remember that being on during school time..

Back in the old days. Glenroe ran from September to May. Sure RTE closed for the Summer. Still does.:D

It was never really an issue for me, but then again my Sundays were completely different anyway, with much of the afternoon spent getting back to my boarding school in Austria. The school was closed over the weekend so I spent those with my grandmother and went back on Sunday afternoons, leaving at 3.30-ish and arriving at the school around 7 PM, changing trains twice along the way. Ah, the wonders of trying to get anywhere in a country that's 60% mountains...

thomil wrote: »

It was never really an issue for me, but then again my Sundays were completely different anyway, with much of the afternoon spent getting back to my boarding school in Austria. The school was closed over the weekend so I spent those with my grandmother and went back on Sunday afternoons, leaving at 3.30-ish and arriving at the school around 7 PM, changing trains twice along the way. Ah, the wonders of trying to get anywhere in a country that's 60% mountains...

It sound like an Enid Blyton book!

Sardonicat wrote: »

It sound like an Enid Blyton book!

It sounds like a good excuse to eat lots of strudel and Sacher-Torte

Sardonicat wrote: »

You didn't get homework in Primary? You jammy...

There is no way I would have got all my homework done on a Friday . By fourth class I was struggling to complete all my Mon-Thurs stuff done in one evening. By secondary school I just sorta gave up. I'd do the stuff for the scary teachers and the stuff I liked and that would take me till midnight. Th rest was cogged/blagged. I dont think I even opened a maths book once from 5th year. It pisses me off a bit now that I was just labelled as lazy when infact I'd spent about 7 hours on three subjects the night before, but, different times. I'm not sure I'd fare any better now. I think they'd say I'm just not academic but the truth is I'm very academic so I stillwpuld have missed out on third level at 18.

What??
Homework in primary school? That's a first degree offence. Even when my son was in primary only 2 years ago,they never got weekend homework.
You must have attended a sadistic primary school

Sardonicat wrote: »

Your effort to make me feel sorry for you for 'having to endure" railing through the Alps twice a week every week to and from your boarding school has made me pick up the world's tiniest violin. Choking up here.

I guess you just don't see the magic anymore once you're used to it. That being said, once the snow really started coming down from late December onwards, it really was absolutely magical...

...until that one time when my train had to be rerouted because just to the north, about a kilometre of railway line had been taken out by an avalanche. It took four months to rebuild the line.

If you go to " Bad Aussee " in Google Maps, you'll be able to see the place and the landscape around there.

thomil wrote: »

I guess you just don't see the magic anymore once you're used to it. That being said, once the snow really started coming down from late December onwards, it really was absolutely magical...

...until that one time when my train had to be rerouted because just to the north, about a kilometre of railway line had been taken out by an avalanche. It took four months to rebuild the line.

Oh no, did you have to travel to Hogwarts on a sleigh pulled by reindeer? Did the bells go jingle?

I'm only messing, thomil. I hope you know that. I'm also very jealous.

Sardonicat wrote: »

Oh no, did you have to travel to Hogwarts on a sleigh pulled by reindeer? Did the bells go jingle?

No, I was TRYING to go back to my parents in Germany for Easter. And yes, we usually had snow until Easter up there, that year, we had about a meter or so of the white stuff on the ground when it happened.

The following summer, when I came back for the next school term, we could see the old tracks, overhead wires and signals lying about a hundred meters below us in a pretty narrow ravine. Quite sobering :eek:

Sardonicat wrote: »

I'm only messing, thomil. I hope you know that. I'm also very jealous.

Oh don't worry, I get ya

I'll let you in on a secret though: The novelty of living in such a place wears off pretty quickly. I lived in Prague before that, and my school bus route went right through the heart of the city, past most of the major sights. It's absolutely beautiful, and Prague is one of my favourite cities on this planet, but when you're just trying to get home after a long school day and the bus can't move an inch because you're surrounded by herds and herds of tourists, you don't really care about the beauty of the place anymore!

thomil wrote: »

....until that one time when my train had to be rerouted because just to the north, about a kilometre of railway line had been taken out by an avalanche...

Now sounds more Agatha Christie than Enid Blyton