Blood for the Baron!

Ironblood wrote:He was sending me a Zartan mask and pack but they got lost in the post strikes and haven't turned up.

I lost 2 parcels during those strikes, various cobra, Zartan and Triad parts too. Well pissed off, but I know it was RM's fault. Pricks.

Momaw is in the US so I'd be less likely to have a problem Incidentally, USPS tracked parcels can be tracked in Aussie, but RM parcels can't. Kinda defeats the purpose really.

I was once told by a friend that someone we both knew at school had died of a drug overdose. I wondered why I hadn't seem him around in a while, it was a real downer.

Not so depressing was that he walked into a pub I was in about two weeks later!! I informed him that he was deceased according to the local myth. He thought it was hilarious! Next time I saw my mate I gave him a slap and told him to check his bloody facts next time!

I'm sure our brothers will return soon, let us not give up hope yet!!

That is pretty sh*tty to go through Shauny but good he was still alive.

Shaunyboy wrote:I was once told by a friend that someone we both knew at school had died of a drug overdose. I wondered why I hadn't seem him around in a while, it was a real downer.

Not so depressing was that he walked into a pub I was in about two weeks later!! I informed him that he was deceased according to the local myth. He thought it was hilarious! Next time I saw my mate I gave him a slap and told him to check his bloody facts next time!

I'm sure our brothers will return soon, let us not give up hope yet!!

i had kinda an opposite experience.

i ran about with twins when i was a kid, Barry and David, but my parents split and i ended up in Scotland with my mum.
we were 3 teraways always up to mischief, more like brothers than friends.
when the parents stopped actin like prats and i was allowed back home the first thing i wanted to do was meet up with my old pals but wasnt allowed, no reason given just "no".

couple of years later ran into 1 of them by chance and ran up to him "Barry mate, hows it goin?"
"Barrys dead, i'm David" he screamed and chinned me.

i was devastated, turned out Barry had died from leukemia and no-one told me incase it upset me.
the whole family knew, even my mum but they said they did it for the "best", have never forgiven them for it.

met David a couple of years later and explained what happened and we sorta made up but the friendship was gone.
his family had tried to contact me for the funeral and he thought i knew but just couldnt be bothered.

sorry this is a bit depressin but havent thought of this in years and it just hit me like a flashback readin that post.

That's harsh, man. I won't slag your parents off but that was the wrong thing to do IMO.

However, David sounds fairly unreasonable too. Or were you still kids when you reconnected?

we were still kids maybe 13 or 14.

was in my early twenties next time we met. we had a good chat but too much time had passed to restart the friendship.

It's never good losing friends we lost one in 1999 he was only 21 after he died things were never the same between any of us. He died in a car accident his brother skidded on black ice hit another car the kids were hurt in the car he hit he had a black eye and ended up with a collar. They were only going back to their parents to deliver presents needless to say it made for a very depressing Christmas that year burying him on Christmas Eve.

Life never sucks, but it can issue some hard blows. I'm in the process of losing my Father in law atm and just lost my Grandad the same way six months ago. Cancer is an arse and that was the hardest part of 2009. Best thing is to realise life is finite and enjoy it. I've lost a few mates the hard way, drugs, cancer, accidents, but one of the toughest was the drummer in my first band.

He was skydiving and his chute failed to open. we had split up and no one told me. He was the only guy in the band I used to really get along with and a bloody incredible drummer to boot. Our old singer was his girlfriend and I ran into her at college. I asked how Nick was and she told me he had been hurt in a parachuting accident. I asked in a jovial way if he had broken his arm. Then she told me. That was probably the most John Cleese moment of my life. She never got upset, just explained what happened. I just went home and cried after that. His GF was watching all this at the airfield as it happened on his birthday too. Talk about dealing a left hook.

Anyway, this place is a hell of a refuge and great way to spend time. Just remember if life's getting you down, there are always a bunch of jokers here that are more than willing to take and share the piss. It helps me sometimes. I for one think a MIA thread is a good idea. BFTB has some of the funniest bugger's I've ever never met and I miss a lot of the chaps banter sometimes. Roll on roller coaster....

I just want to state that I do not want to share any piss with anybody.

The Baron wrote:I just want to state that I do not want to share any piss with anybody.

Lol, back on track. Cheers. Actually in Aussie and NZ piss is slang for booze. Not sure about you foreigners tho. I.e. getting maggoted out on the piss. Can be enjoyable sometimes.