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Post by michaelesterol on Sept 7, 2007 13:32:56 GMT
I always fancied living in one of those films where the hero steps out onto a ledge and talks the jumper out of it in under 2 minutes. I imagine it's 20 years on and his kids are sending me Christmas Cards thanking me for their own existence.
It becomes like a ball waiting to be caught.
It gave me time to think about what kind of hero I'd be. Shane...no hang on, anything by John Wayne. I remember the old world war 2 movies, in color, and what a hero I would be in that bloodless world off loud bangs and deep, well groomed, sleep !
Still the ball was waiting to be hit and still I waited, ready to catch it and be the hero that I was by birth-rite.
When he lay in hospital, telling me of how he'd just get himself "a little admin job" and drop the booze, I went home to plan his place in the new empire of the family business, and recorded all his favourire TV shows of the past 40 years onto DVD for his recouperation period and I was so busy doing that, I took my eye off the ball and failed to catch the one that I had been watching for all these years.
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Post by Lou Briccant on Sept 19, 2007 22:02:27 GMT
And the moral being that you should learn to get out of your fantacies before the ball is thrown, as it is with deep regret that I inform you that no one ever catches that ball Choppy.
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Post by dribblingpete on Oct 20, 2007 22:58:46 GMT
Never take your eye off the ball. We must all juggle the balls of life. those dreams where we are on the edge of a building or a cliff, and we are too close to the edge for comfort, if we stubble or fall in our dreams, we awake with a start....what happens if we hit the bottom..........they say that if we do...we dont wake up.
Do we...I don't know
If Mr Sausage had not managed to catch John Wayne, would the war have been won or lost
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