Paul doesn't strike me as a cold person. He has done a lot for various charities but like George Micheal, he doesn't go on about it publicly all the time. He waited 4 years after Lynda died before he married Mills, did you expect him to become a monk?
I'm sure like in any loving marriage, the partner who dies wants happiness for the one left behind, after a glitch with Heather Mulls, he seems to have found love again.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
Anonymous said
Oct 10 9:34 PM, 2020
I found this somewhat mind blowing.
If I'd have been in that pub when Paul comes out from behind the jukebox curtain I would have gotten all nostalgic emotional and have welled up.
For a global superstar from a global supergroup to do this is amazing.
Talk about spread a bit of cheer .....
Syl said
Oct 10 11:53 PM, 2020
Brilliant /\
Syl said
Oct 10 11:58 PM, 2020
John Doe wrote:
Syl wrote:
Paul doesn't strike me as a cold person. He has done a lot for various charities but like George Micheal, he doesn't go on about it publicly all the time. He waited 4 years after Lynda died before he married Mills, did you expect him to become a monk?
I'm sure like in any loving marriage, the partner who dies wants happiness for the one left behind, after a glitch with Heather Mulls, he seems to have found love again.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
I bet she woild be looking down and wishing him a happy rest of his life.
I have always told my OH that if I go first, if he ever falls in love again, to go for it....with my blessing.
John Doe said
Oct 11 12:06 AM, 2020
Syl wrote:
John Doe wrote:
Syl wrote:
Paul doesn't strike me as a cold person. He has done a lot for various charities but like George Micheal, he doesn't go on about it publicly all the time. He waited 4 years after Lynda died before he married Mills, did you expect him to become a monk?
I'm sure like in any loving marriage, the partner who dies wants happiness for the one left behind, after a glitch with Heather Mulls, he seems to have found love again.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
I bet she woild be looking down and wishing him a happy rest of his life.
I have always told my OH that if I go first, if he ever falls in love again, to go for it....with my blessing.
You are very sweet - that's lovely. X
Digger said
Oct 11 12:52 AM, 2020
John Doe wrote:
Syl wrote:
Paul doesn't strike me as a cold person. He has done a lot for various charities but like George Micheal, he doesn't go on about it publicly all the time. He waited 4 years after Lynda died before he married Mills, did you expect him to become a monk?
I'm sure like in any loving marriage, the partner who dies wants happiness for the one left behind, after a glitch with Heather Mulls, he seems to have found love again.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
There's nothing so petty as jealousy or bad feelings. It goes beyond that. Love is love...and I believe those in spirit see the bigger picture and realise we still have our blueprint to follow down here. Nothing interferes with that. We make all the choices...good and bad.
Digger said
Oct 11 12:53 AM, 2020
Syl wrote:
John Doe wrote:
Syl wrote:
Paul doesn't strike me as a cold person. He has done a lot for various charities but like George Micheal, he doesn't go on about it publicly all the time. He waited 4 years after Lynda died before he married Mills, did you expect him to become a monk?
I'm sure like in any loving marriage, the partner who dies wants happiness for the one left behind, after a glitch with Heather Mulls, he seems to have found love again.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
I bet she woild be looking down and wishing him a happy rest of his life.
I have always told my OH that if I go first, if he ever falls in love again, to go for it....with my blessing.
That's how it should be.
Anonymous said
Oct 11 12:12 PM, 2020
Digger wrote:
John Doe wrote:
Syl wrote:
Paul doesn't strike me as a cold person. He has done a lot for various charities but like George Micheal, he doesn't go on about it publicly all the time. He waited 4 years after Lynda died before he married Mills, did you expect him to become a monk?
I'm sure like in any loving marriage, the partner who dies wants happiness for the one left behind, after a glitch with Heather Mulls, he seems to have found love again.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
There's nothing so petty as jealousy or bad feelings. It goes beyond that. Love is love...and I believe those in spirit see the bigger picture and realise we still have our blueprint to follow down here. Nothing interferes with that. We make all the choices...good and bad.
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Digger said
Oct 11 2:10 PM, 2020
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
John Doe wrote:
Syl wrote:
Paul doesn't strike me as a cold person. He has done a lot for various charities but like George Micheal, he doesn't go on about it publicly all the time. He waited 4 years after Lynda died before he married Mills, did you expect him to become a monk?
I'm sure like in any loving marriage, the partner who dies wants happiness for the one left behind, after a glitch with Heather Mulls, he seems to have found love again.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
There's nothing so petty as jealousy or bad feelings. It goes beyond that. Love is love...and I believe those in spirit see the bigger picture and realise we still have our blueprint to follow down here. Nothing interferes with that. We make all the choices...good and bad.
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
Anonymous said
Oct 11 3:24 PM, 2020
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
I remember seeing your bellydancing being mentioned but, no, I don’t remember anything about the ‘fake’ part.
You may no longer be dancing these days, but to have danced like that at all must have been a fabulous (& joyful) experience. Did people shove dollar bills in your bra straps?
Digger said
Oct 11 8:04 PM, 2020
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
I remember seeing your bellydancing being mentioned but, no, I don’t remember anything about the ‘fake’ part.
You may no longer be dancing these days, but to have danced like that at all must have been a fabulous (& joyful) experience. Did people shove dollar bills in your bra straps?
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!! Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
John Doe said
Oct 11 8:14 PM, 2020
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
I remember seeing your bellydancing being mentioned but, no, I don’t remember anything about the ‘fake’ part.
You may no longer be dancing these days, but to have danced like that at all must have been a fabulous (& joyful) experience. Did people shove dollar bills in your bra straps?
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!! Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
Anonymous said
Oct 12 6:37 PM, 2020
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
I remember seeing your bellydancing being mentioned but, no, I don’t remember anything about the ‘fake’ part.
You may no longer be dancing these days, but to have danced like that at all must have been a fabulous (& joyful) experience. Did people shove dollar bills in your bra straps?
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!! Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
... right there, material for your upcoming book - ‘Belly Laughs’
Maddog said
Oct 12 11:24 PM, 2020
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
I remember seeing your bellydancing being mentioned but, no, I don’t remember anything about the ‘fake’ part.
You may no longer be dancing these days, but to have danced like that at all must have been a fabulous (& joyful) experience. Did people shove dollar bills in your bra straps?
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!! Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
Did you ever make men dance with you? I was on a date about a year ago and the belly dancer picked me out of the audience and made me do some silly dance with stick on the stage with her.
I think I may have missed my calling.
Syl said
Oct 12 11:27 PM, 2020
The couple of male strippers I knew who worked the clubs used the elastic band trick.
The one male stripper I saw on someones hen night obviously didn't bother....misapropriately named Billy Hot Rocks.
That made no difference to the female crowd though....they were like bloody animals. I almost felt sorry for him.
Syl said
Oct 12 11:31 PM, 2020
Maddog wrote:
Digger wrote:
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!! Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
Did you ever make men dance with you? I was on a date about a year ago and the belly dancer picked me out of the audience and made me do some silly dance with stick on the stage with her.
I think I may have missed my calling.
Any pics?
Maddog said
Oct 12 11:50 PM, 2020
Syl wrote:
Maddog wrote:
Digger wrote:
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!! Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
Did you ever make men dance with you? I was on a date about a year ago and the belly dancer picked me out of the audience and made me do some silly dance with stick on the stage with her.
I'm not a shy or bashful person. And I'm not worried about making a fool out of myself. I've sort of perfected it.
Digger said
Oct 13 12:14 AM, 2020
Maddog wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
I remember seeing your bellydancing being mentioned but, no, I don’t remember anything about the ‘fake’ part.
You may no longer be dancing these days, but to have danced like that at all must have been a fabulous (& joyful) experience. Did people shove dollar bills in your bra straps?
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!! Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
Did you ever make men dance with you? I was on a date about a year ago and the belly dancer picked me out of the audience and made me do some silly dance with stick on the stage with her.
I think I may have missed my calling.
Yes, that was part of the job. Not necessarily men. I have to say I always invited women up to dance first. Alienate your female audience and you've had it. The women loved it. And if a guy got up then it was usually for a laugh.
Once, this guy jumped up. He was about late 40s, overweight, and had obviously been a Northern Soul dancer in his youth. He flung himself around the dance floor with gusto, then tried to do a backflip, lost his balance and crashed into a couple's table. There was hummus and kebabs all over the shop. He was that red in the face from his exertions I honestly thought he was gonna die of a heart attack. The whole restaurant was in uproar.
I did not know that, I suppose that's the way he wanted it.
I just think if there was an afterlife what the deceased partner would be thinking but yeah perhaps I was a bit too harsh on reflection.
I found this somewhat mind blowing.
If I'd have been in that pub when Paul comes out from behind the jukebox curtain I would have gotten all nostalgic emotional and have welled up.
For a global superstar from a global supergroup to do this is amazing.
Talk about spread a bit of cheer .....
Brilliant /\
I bet she woild be looking down and wishing him a happy rest of his life.
I have always told my OH that if I go first, if he ever falls in love again, to go for it....with my blessing.
You are very sweet - that's lovely. X
There's nothing so petty as jealousy or bad feelings. It goes beyond that. Love is love...and I believe those in spirit see the bigger picture and realise we still have our blueprint to follow down here. Nothing interferes with that. We make all the choices...good and bad.
That's how it should be.
Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs?
If so, wow - *HELWA*!
Yes, that's me. Some years ago admittedly. I no longer dance now. I was the 'fake' bellydancer, remember?
I remember seeing your bellydancing being mentioned but, no, I don’t remember anything about the ‘fake’ part.
You may no longer be dancing these days, but to have danced like that at all must have been a fabulous (& joyful) experience. Did people shove dollar bills in your bra straps?
They tried. The most I made in tips one night was some drunk Arabic guy who flicked a shower of £20 notes over my head (traditional way to tip a dancer in Egypt). He parted with just under £300 that night and I went away a very happy person.
I recall one guy who blindsided me once. He came up while I was concentrating somewhere else and lunged at my cleavage. Managed to get a grope before I could stop him. And it was only a fiver!!!
Twat!
I used to wear little armbands and that's where I insisted they tuck the money. But in the UK tipping is not generally done. It was only the Middle eastern audiences who ever did that.
Another gig I'll never forget was a wedding in a big posh hotel. Myself and another dancer were hired for the wedding, and in an adjoining room there was a hen night. The hen night entertainment was a trio of balloon dancers - all middle aged men with their younger roadie who blew up the balloons. All three had beer guts and hairy backs. Unfortunately, we had to share a room with the Cunning Stunts ( that really was their stage name). Fortunately, we got there early and got into costume before they arrived. But we still had to stand there and watch as they got stark bollock naked while they kept up a casual conversation with us about how they were draymen in their day jobs and didn't that hen night next door sound raucous?
Then one of the hotel staff popped his head round the door and told them, "two minutes, lads!" That's when they all started pulling at their bits and pieces to get a bit more 'tumescent" for the girls
My friend tried to maintain a dignified silence but I just stood there and laughed til I cried.
-- Edited by Digger on Sunday 11th of October 2020 08:06:33 PM
Did you ever make men dance with you? I was on a date about a year ago and the belly dancer picked me out of the audience and made me do some silly dance with stick on the stage with her.
I think I may have missed my calling.
The one male stripper I saw on someones hen night obviously didn't bother....misapropriately named Billy Hot Rocks.
That made no difference to the female crowd though....they were like bloody animals. I almost felt sorry for him.
Any pics?
One. I think my date put her up to it.
Brilliant.
You are a good sport Maddog.x
I'm not a shy or bashful person. And I'm not worried about making a fool out of myself. I've sort of perfected it.
Yes, that was part of the job. Not necessarily men. I have to say I always invited women up to dance first. Alienate your female audience and you've had it. The women loved it. And if a guy got up then it was usually for a laugh.
Once, this guy jumped up. He was about late 40s, overweight, and had obviously been a Northern Soul dancer in his youth. He flung himself around the dance floor with gusto, then tried to do a backflip, lost his balance and crashed into a couple's table. There was hummus and kebabs all over the shop. He was that red in the face from his exertions I honestly thought he was gonna die of a heart attack. The whole restaurant was in uproar.