The Nice People Thread, No.16: A Universe of Niceness.

PasturesNew

michaels wrote: »

When I go to the pub with my mates we talk about beer or football or the weather or politics.

When my DW goes to the pub with her mates they talk about sex.

That's because the men daren't speak of their kinky quirks.... and issues over non performance, or being inadequate...

Women are "having a laugh" and mocking the subject when they're chatting.

Men: Go to strip clubs, hoping for a grope/sh4g out the back. Their "dirty little secret" they'd never tell their boss about.
Women: See strippers for a screech and a giggle. Not a secret - as they leave the office on a Friday night they'll giggle and say "off out to see the strippers tomorrow, will tell you about it on Monday".

Differing approaches and motivations - and differing amounts of "life importance" put on the events.

GDB2222

Slightly alarming email from my son:
"Turns out bricklaying is a lot harder than it looks."

Unfortunately, he's not practising! I'm not sure that we need that wall, really, but it's very much on view.

Pyxis

GDB2222 wrote: »

Slightly alarming email from my son:
"Turns out bricklaying is a lot harder than it looks."

Unfortunately, he's not practising! I'm not sure that we need that wall,

...........neither do we need no education............................:D

chris_m

Pyxis wrote: »

...........neither do we need no education............................:D

Hey... teacher.... Leave them kids alone.
:rotfl:

Pyxis

chris_m wrote: »

Hey... teacher.... Leave them kids alone.
:rotfl:

..........all in all, it's just a........

PasturesNew

GDB2222 wrote: »

"Turns out bricklaying is a lot harder than it looks."

My longest lasting b/f was a bricklayer. Proper late 1980s apprenticeship with the railways, he learnt how to build bridges and stations and platforms - and fix them.

GDB2222

PasturesNew wrote: »

My longest lasting b/f was a bricklayer. Proper late 1980s apprenticeship with the railways, he learnt how to build bridges and stations and platforms - and fix them.

It's a skilled job, without a shred of doubt.

This bridge is a work of art. There's one like it near Sheringham, and I must try to get some pictures of the intricate brickwork - curved and done diagonally.

Pyxis

PasturesNew wrote: »

My longest lasting b/f was a bricklayer. Proper late 1980s apprenticeship with the railways, he learnt how to build bridges and stations and platforms - and fix them.

Was the bonding between you not strong enough?

Or did he header off into the sunset?
Leaving you quoin?

I know, that last one needs a bit of a stretcher of imagination.

PasturesNew

GDB2222 wrote: »

It's a skilled job, without a shred of doubt.

This bridge is a work of art. There's one like it near Sheringham, and I must try to get some pictures of the intricate brickwork - curved and done diagonally.

As I understood it - he spent a lot of time mending tunnels that would've been a bit like that. Long railway tunnels that needed maintenance work.

I didn't stalk him, so no idea where he was day to day - but each "job" they went on would typically be a 1-2 month project.

When I say "longest lasting b/f", I was seeing him for nearly 4 years.

Through his job him and his 'gang' of workmen would find themselves in an assortment of pubs at lunchtime on occasion .... and pubs had barmaids
He left.

I just googled him, looks like he's still there.... now as a construction manager ... based in London, with a CV that looks like he moved about a bit, and got on, but stayed in the industry. His dad was a railway man - and his brother.... it's how people used to get into jobs .... what your parents did.

LydiaJ

michaels wrote: »

When I go to the pub with my mates we talk about beer or football or the weather or politics.

When my DW goes to the pub with her mates they talk about sex.

That's different. I'm sure your DW and her friends wouldn't be willing to have the kind of phone conversation with an unknown man that those Mancunian-pretending-to-be-Filipina women were having. I'm also sure that you know that already. (Well, about your own DW, anyway. I haven't met her friends, so I can't be as sure about them.)