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sumac Posted 14th Sep 2020, 08:54am
  I thought the BitCoin was just a scam. I didn’t realise people actually benefited from buying them, although I know nothing about them.

Well done, your friend. It is so sad, though, that he spent his life in fear of being poor. At least now he can enjoy his wealth. He sounds as if he deserves it.
bilbo.s Posted 13th Sep 2020, 04:26pm
  Tomi, if life has taught me anything, it's there are no hard and fast rules for people. If you treat everyone as individuals, you won't go far wrong.
TeeHeeHee Posted 13th Sep 2020, 01:01pm
QUOTE (taurus @ 12th Sep 2020, 08:11pm) *
... Lesson well learnt,the rich had no time for the poor,still the same today.

Probably true in 99.999% of the cases ... but I have a friend who must belong to that 00.001%.
I first met him while on the manufacture of the Tornado fighter/bomber in '80/'81.
Back in the day this quiet north Londoner was terrified of ending his life in poverty and was exceptionally frugal with his earnings: he'd lived through several bad times.
I met him again in the late '90s on a contract in Switzerland when he was still afraid of being poor.
At that time he was considering his approaching 4th marriage and it took me a while to convince him that maybe it would be better if he just stayed single as marriage might not be his strength (once was enough for me and, luckily, Mary too tongue.gif )
Where I went on to make some of the most disaterous investments taking me years to recover, lick my wounds and steer clear in future, my friend studied form and made a few wee steady investments; nothing spectacular, and just made careful, small,gains ... untill he found Bit Coin.
Now he owns a modest wee house in London which he spent months renovating on his own, a house over here which used to belong to the boss of the irm where I met Mary: again spent months ripping out the uneven floors and ceilings, the odd wall, and renovated that into a lovely house for his on/off/on/0ff girlfriend here who lives there with a 1000 monthly housekeeping/pocket money. He bought her a car and when she adopted a10 year old dog which had spent it's entire life in a shelter with so many dogs that people only had time to feed them and nothing else, he traded her car and got her a van to accommodate the dog when taking it it: he doesn't drive much himself. All the dog's vet bills, health and dental (and there are many) he pays for.
He has a house in the Phillipines and an apartment in Tenerife ... to spread it about a bit.
He still is good friends with wife#01 and has recently given his daughter 500K.
He's stuch here at the moment; came for a week and got caught by the UK's `self-isolation' rule again so he'll wait that out for a while.
He still rolls his own ciggies.
He has no more fears and though the Bit Coin took a reduction in value he is still worth about 8Mil.
Still frugal, though generous; although we still go `Dutch' when we go out now and again for a pizza (wouldn't have it any other way) but no longer worried about being poor biggrin.gif
His on/off here is Mary's best friend for almost 40 years, a right pain in the bumski at times, but she's the one who'll lock up house to be with Dylan when I go to hospital and the 6 weeks rehab when the op is done.
Good people wink.gif

taurus Posted 12th Sep 2020, 08:11pm
  yes they didn`t have a heart of gold living in their big mansions. When I was about 12 me and my pal went to the bluebell woods at Burnside with the boy up the next close,lovely boy,knew him all my life,and his pal from school. They paid the tram fares,it seemed a long way from Brigton. At the bluebell woods we soon discovered we weren`t there to look at the flowers and we fled. told a '"gent" doing his garden in a beautiful big house ,he ignored us completely,and we walked all the way home. Lesson well learnt,the rich had no time for the poor,still the same today.
sumac Posted 12th Sep 2020, 03:03pm
TeeHeeHee Posted 12th Sep 2020, 01:57pm
  I was bitten once by a dog when I was about 17. Outside my father's front garden having just come back from the sweetie shop with my young nephew who was on a visit to his granddad, I saw this dog, a kind of collie lokking dog, black faced with a white snout and snarling as it raced towards us: never forget that picture burned into my mind. I didn't panic; dads had always taught us never to run from a dog, and as it got close enough and it's intentions seemed clear, I picked the we boy up and threw him over our paling fence as the dog bit into my thigh.
I poked my fimgers into his eyes with force and it let me go and ran off yelping.
When you enter Blantyre on west end ( Glasgow to Hamilton) the first hundred yards were the fronts of housing schemes on both sides then the next couple of hundred yards of Main Road, Blantyre, were big old private houses on both sides mostly occupied by doctors so I went there to find a doctor who could help me; better said might help me because I got knocked back with the first four or five as I stood outside their front doors with bloodied jeans and feeling almost sorry that I should be inconsiderate enough to disturb their privacy at the weekend.
Eventually one lady doctor informed me, rather reluctantly, that I should go round to the back door of her house (tradesmen's entrance?) where she would attend to me.
She asked me to take my trjeans down to show the wound then with a little plastic bottle which she had brought out with her she squeezed the bottle a couple of times puff-puffing some kind of powder on to the wounded area and told me that that'll do and I can go now.
I felt that I should maybe touch my forelock and bow from the shoulder saying thankyou ma'am, God bless ye ma'am for your kindness before I left. rolleyes.gif
I'm not sure if that did the trick though because the wound healed but it might have been my dad scrubbing it with carbolic soap and putting a bread and warm milk poltice on it:his answer to everything laugh.gif (he was an ARP First Aider in Glasgow during the war)
I knew that the guy who owned that dog walked along the river Calder on Sundays so the next day, complete with sheath knife on my belt. I went with my mate to the Calder with serious intent cool.gif
true to form the guy and his cur were there and it saw me and came a-running and I was ready for it ;;; but at the last moment I put my left arm on my mate's shoulder and leapt up into his arms as the dog raced past us.
I never lived that down ... So there's Dan'l Boone facin' off with this terrifyin' monster and what dis he dae? He jumps up into ma bliddy erms, the big wean ... to the gang, the guys and gals in Vicie's chip shop cafe, the crowd in the 24 hour Bowling Alley, the mates at work: he might as well have put it in The Blantyre Gazette and have done with it wub.gif
taurus Posted 12th Sep 2020, 10:38am
  same thing when my son was 13 riding by on his bike,out runs an alsation ,what a bite,he got a photo of it,a trip to the doctor for a tetanus, rang the cops,not interested.
sumac Posted 12th Sep 2020, 10:27am
  My son runs a lot. One day on his run, he saw a man away up the road with a German Shepherd dog, not on a lead. My son immediately stopped running and crossed over the road. Being a dog lover (he was brilliant with our 4 dogs), he thought the dog might be spooked by his running. As he walked on the other side of the road, the dog raced across and grabbed him by the leg. As he yelled in pain, the owner came over. No apology as he proceeded to whack the dog which let go. Off they went. My son didn’t report the man as he felt sorry for the dog! He needed the wound washed out and a tetanus shot.
Your case is so much different in that you had the dogs on a lead, you tried to stop them getting all het up, you apologised. You did everything you could. She has a bruise, not a wound. Please don’t beat yourself up about this, THH.
taurus Posted 12th Sep 2020, 12:13am
  good on Mary,give it back to them,you`d think they had enough to do chasing real criminals.I am Mary too, Taurus is my Sunday name tongue.gif
TeeHeeHee Posted 11th Sep 2020, 03:42pm
QUOTE (sumac @ 10th Sep 2020, 06:50pm) *
I feel so sad for Dylan. He must be totally confused about why he’s being muzzled ...

Taurus, if I was to stand before ajudge I could only say mea culpa your honour and take what comes.
When I'm putting the muzzle on him I have to fight back the tears as I tell him mea culpa Dylan, mea culpa. blush4.gif
I can give a couple of excuses for not seeing the lady in time and I am sorry for her that shewas hurt; she has a bruise, but it was me who had the dogs on a line and I am for that reason alone at fault.

When I got that phone call fgrom the police on Wednesday eveing asking if Dylan was inoculated, Mary when I told her said I should have asked the police officer if he could confirm that the woman was inoculated. unsure.gif
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