Seeing as my recollections of a life lived caused some humour, share your life experiences, be they weird, funny, tragic, outrageous, or whatever. Or not just yours but those eccentric people who left their mark on you.
Digger said
Aug 12 1:31 AM, 2025
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Vam said
Aug 12 8:20 AM, 2025
Digger wrote:
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Anon on the other thread is right - you really, really should write a book
2 absolutely mortifying experiences for me immediately sprang to mind when I saw this thread. But if I say what they were, the peeps here will think ‘Meh…there’s that Vam being flashy again’ So, maybe not for now ….
Digger said
Aug 12 10:12 AM, 2025
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Anon on the other thread is right - you really, really should write a book
2 absolutely mortifying experiences for me immediately sprang to mind when I saw this thread. But if I say what they were, the peeps here will think ‘Meh…there’s that Vam being flashy again’ So, maybe not for now ….
Sod what people think. this isn't Dogs.
Syl said
Aug 12 11:35 AM, 2025
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Anon on the other thread is right - you really, really should write a book
2 absolutely mortifying experiences for me immediately sprang to mind when I saw this thread. But if I say what they were, the peeps here will think ‘Meh…there’s that Vam being flashy again’ So, maybe not for now ….
Go on Vam....be yourself, sod what others may think.
Syl said
Aug 12 11:41 AM, 2025
I remember going into a late night cabaret club in town after hours to meet my then boyfriend and his brother. His brother worked there. He said it had been dead that night, the singer showed up, was useless, and very unusually, they had to cut his act short and pay him off because he was being booed so much.
It was Gerry Dorsey, a few weeks later he changed his name to Engellbert Humperdinck, got his big break, and the rest is history.
Syl said
Aug 12 11:49 AM, 2025
Digger may have known this place, a hotel for the famous, also a late night drinking bar, run by a very formidable lady called Phyllis Lynott, mum of' Thin Lizzie's 'Phil....it was aptly called 'The Showbiz'.Phyllis was a character (she banned me and my husband (then new boyfriend) for kissing at the bar once, but she didn't actually go through with the banning.
Her son was the nicest quietest young man when he was there, the hellraiser he was reported to be never materialised in front of his mum.
Her place was always filled with fresh flowers. She said she had once met Gregory Peck, and he was so enamoured with her, he sent over from America, loads of fresh flowers weekly.
I tended to believe her, she was that sort of woman.
Vam said
Aug 12 12:12 PM, 2025
Syl wrote:
I remember going into a late night cabaret club in town after hours to meet my then boyfriend and his brother. His brother worked there. He said it had been dead that night, the singer showed up, was useless, and very unusually, they had to cut his act short and pay him off because he was being booed so much.
It was Gerry Dorsey, a few weeks later he changed his name to Engellbert Humperdinck, got his big break, and the rest is history.
😳 No way! For real?
Fluffy said
Aug 12 1:15 PM, 2025
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Anon on the other thread is right - you really, really should write a book
2 absolutely mortifying experiences for me immediately sprang to mind when I saw this thread. But if I say what they were, the peeps here will think ‘Meh…there’s that Vam being flashy again’ So, maybe not for now ….
If I'm not mistaken Digs did write a book! A fantasy one. If I'm mistaken and confused you with someone else on FH Digs In sorry but I'm pretty sure
-- Edited by Fluffy on Tuesday 12th of August 2025 01:17:02 PM
Fluffy said
Aug 12 1:21 PM, 2025
Syl wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Anon on the other thread is right - you really, really should write a book
2 absolutely mortifying experiences for me immediately sprang to mind when I saw this thread. But if I say what they were, the peeps here will think ‘Meh…there’s that Vam being flashy again’ So, maybe not for now ….
Go on Vam....be yourself, sod what others may think.
Yes, please be yourself. xx The way you talk has me in hysterics! You can't help if you have led a exciting life (NO sarcasm) the petty jealousy from the past has vanished.
Anonymous said
Aug 12 1:42 PM, 2025
Digger wrote:
Seeing as my recollections of a life lived caused some humour, share your life experiences, be they weird, funny, tragic, outrageous, or whatever. Or not just yours but those eccentric people who left their mark on you.
Thanks Diggers, you’ve made my day.
Digger said
Aug 12 7:48 PM, 2025
Syl wrote:
Digger may have known this place, a hotel for the famous, also a late night drinking bar, run by a very formidable lady called Phyllis Lynott, mum of' Thin Lizzie's 'Phil....it was aptly called 'The Showbiz'.Phyllis was a character (she banned me and my husband (then new boyfriend) for kissing at the bar once, but she didn't actually go through with the banning. Her son was the nicest quietest young man when he was there, the hellraiser he was reported to be never materialised in front of his mum.
Her place was always filled with fresh flowers. She said she had once met Gregory Peck, and he was so enamoured with her, he sent over from America, loads of fresh flowers weekly. I tended to believe her, she was that sort of woman.
I've read about it. I only moved to Manchester mid 1980s.
Digger said
Aug 12 7:57 PM, 2025
Fluffy wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Anon on the other thread is right - you really, really should write a book
2 absolutely mortifying experiences for me immediately sprang to mind when I saw this thread. But if I say what they were, the peeps here will think ‘Meh…there’s that Vam being flashy again’ So, maybe not for now ….
If I'm not mistaken Digs did write a book! A fantasy one. If I'm mistaken and confused you with someone else on FH Digs In sorry but I'm pretty sure
-- Edited by Fluffy on Tuesday 12th of August 2025 01:17:02 PM
Yes, I've written a few. Not really fantasy, but involving time travel for two of them. How the first book came about was a bit weird. I had a reading at a mind body spirit fair with Simon Goodfellow, a well known medium. He told me I'd be writing a book about America. At the time I was like, er no chance of that even though in the mid 1980s I used to write articles for the Manchester Evening News. I'd not written for years. Then one day I was reading an article in the Mail about Lewis Thornton Powell and his image wouldn't let me go. I did some research and found his biographer, got friendly with her, and spent two years and with her help writing the book that weaves a story around him. I had the help of several American historians, people who shared all their research with me. They were all so kind. I decided to self publish as the book is 500 pages long and no mainstream publisher would ever take that on. And I wanted complete control over my work.
If you don't know who Lewis Powell is you can read about him here.
I remember going into a late night cabaret club in town after hours to meet my then boyfriend and his brother. His brother worked there. He said it had been dead that night, the singer showed up, was useless, and very unusually, they had to cut his act short and pay him off because he was being booed so much.
It was Gerry Dorsey, a few weeks later he changed his name to Engellbert Humperdinck, got his big break, and the rest is history.
This is kind of a reply on the other thread.
I got dragged out one night to a pub where there was a male stripper. It's not really my scene but my friend loved it and I went along. After much anticipation from the mainly female audience, and to a fanfare of the opening score of Star Wars, out pranced Darth Vader....or should I say, Temu Vader. He was short, wore the worst cheap looking costume you could dream up and reeked of BO. But...what he lacked in charisma he made up for with enthusiasm and the Force was certainly with him.
He leapt hither and yon, gyrated his mum bum, breathed asthmatically in our faces, and as his pièce de résistance, yanked off his plastic cod piece to reveal a ten inch dong. The place erupted. I kept backing up towards the bar, because the stench from his armpits would have felled a Wookie. Then he grabbed this poor girl, made her sit on a chair and did unspeakable Palpatine-esque things to her.
He was he first and last stripper I ever saw, thank God.
Syl said
Aug 12 10:47 PM, 2025
Digger wrote:
Syl wrote:
I remember going into a late night cabaret club in town after hours to meet my then boyfriend and his brother. His brother worked there. He said it had been dead that night, the singer showed up, was useless, and very unusually, they had to cut his act short and pay him off because he was being booed so much.
It was Gerry Dorsey, a few weeks later he changed his name to Engellbert Humperdinck, got his big break, and the rest is history.
This is kind of a reply on the other thread.
I got dragged out one night to a pub where there was a male stripper. It's not really my scene but my friend loved it and I went along. After much anticipation from the mainly female audience, and to a fanfare of the opening score of Star Wars, out pranced Darth Vader....or should I say, Temu Vader. He was short, wore the worst cheap looking costume you could dream up and reeked of BO. But...what he lacked in charisma he made up for with enthusiasm and the Force was certainly with him.
He leapt hither and yon, gyrated his mum bum, breathed asthmatically in our faces, and as his pièce de résistance, yanked off his plastic cod piece to reveal a ten inch dong. The place erupted. I kept backing up towards the bar, because the stench from his armpits would have felled a Wookie. Then he grabbed this poor girl, made her sit on a chair and did unspeakable Palpatine-esque things to her.
He was he first and last stripper I ever saw, thank God.
He sounds quite, err...impressive.
Billy HOT Rocks is the only male stripper I saw live, but I knew a lad, young, dead fit, and he tried his hand at it.
He said all the seasoned pros tied an elastic band round their semi erect penis, to look better endowed.
Your Darth would have excelled at that.
I did work in the Isle of Man in a cabaret club one summer. I stayed on into the Autumn, the club became quiet, so to draw in more people they hired a female stripper, her name was Sylvia....it wasn't me.
Vam said
Aug 12 10:54 PM, 2025
Digger wrote:
Fluffy wrote:
If I'm not mistaken Digs did write a book! A fantasy one. If I'm mistaken and confused you with someone else on FH Digs In sorry but I'm pretty sure
-- Edited by Fluffy on Tuesday 12th of August 2025 01:17:02 PM
Yes, I've written a few. Not really fantasy, but involving time travel for two of them. How the first book came about was a bit weird. I had a reading at a mind body spirit fair with Simon Goodfellow, a well known medium. He told me I'd be writing a book about America. At the time I was like, er no chance of that even though in the mid 1980s I used to write articles for the Manchester Evening News. I'd not written for years. Then one day I was reading an article in the Mail about Lewis Thornton Powell and his image wouldn't let me go. I did some research and found his biographer, got friendly with her, and spent two years and with her help writing the book that weaves a story around him. I had the help of several American historians, people who shared all their research with me. They were all so kind. I decided to self publish as the book is 500 pages long and no mainstream publisher would ever take that on. And I wanted complete control over my work.
If you don't know who Lewis Powell is you can read about him here.
I’ve now read up a bit on him a bit. Is your book on him still available/in print?
I can kinda see why his image wouldn’t let you go. Know what my instant reaction was, on seeing his images? I thought, if that guy was alive today, he’d probably be doing catwalks at Milan and Paris Fashion Weeks.
Very distinctive, almost haunting, features, despite the mule kick that affected one side of his face.
Vam said
Aug 12 11:57 PM, 2025
Okay, you guys did ask! 💁🏻♀️ Sorry if it’s a bit long-winded, but the devil’s in the detail 😉
I used to live near the Knightsbridge Barracks in London, and my favourite and most convenient place to walk my dogs was in the part of Hyde Park where the Household Cavalry would often be out, in their full regalia, doing their ceremonial events training and rehearsals.
As we’ve often seen, their stunning black horses are biiiiig - never less than 16 hands big. Up close, they seem gigantic.
I had 2 Shih-Tzus. Don’t believe all the hype about smaller dogs being yappy and clingy. Some are, yes. But my 2 girls? THE most placid and chilled dogs imaginable. Any more laidback, they’d have been comatose!
My dogs understood why they were put on this earth:
- To give unconditional love and affection, which they did in abundance - 14 & 15 years of joy and laughter.
- To placidly sit while complete strangers approached to ‘ooh & ahh’ over them, and wanting to pet them.
- To eat cheese!!! 🐶🐶 Anytime, any place, anywhere! They were never allowed to sit/beg near a table at mealtimes. So they learned to maintain a respectful distance and just patiently sit there like two furry bookends, all soulful sighs and puppy dog eyes, while hope sprang eternal that they’d get lucky.
So you get the picture? Perfectly docile, people/kid-friendly, well behaved little ladies. People would sometimes say “Your dogs are better behaved, have better haircuts, and are cleaner than people I know!” And I suspect my Mamma probably loved them more than me - and oh man! They sure knew how to play her! 😂
But when it came to even the faintest sound of horse hooves, they would instantly tense up and morph into demonic water-soaked gremlins!
(part 2 coming up, cos I’m getting embarrassed at how long this is taking 🤦🏻♀️😂)
Vam said
Aug 13 12:56 AM, 2025
(and finally… )
One day as I was walking them, I could see the Cavalry guys doing their Cavalry thing, but they were quite a fair distance away. My dogs could see them too, of course. But they were leashed, so no biggie. Or so I thought.
The dogs started straining forward as usual, trying to get closer. Tbf, one of them started yipping and darting around my feet. But her sister….jeeezus! 😳 She went ballistic, spinning round and round, and practically garrotting herself to break free of her leash to go ‘play’ with the horses.
She managed to ditch her leash that day, and took off faster than an Exocet missile.
By the time I finally caught up with her, she was underneath a horse’s tummy, eagerly whimpering and barking and demanding some quality time with it. I was terrified that it would only take one hoof kick to propel her across 2 postcodes.
A very tall Cavalry guy calmly stopped and let his group carry on training without him, while he and his horse stood stock-still. Both of them completely motionless, and both with their backs to me, despite the pandemonium going on underneath them.
After a few moments, the horse casually and slowly turned its long neck and head, trying to see what all the fuss was about. Its rider also turned his head to look at me in complete unison with the horse, big gold helmet with the long floofy plumage blowing in the breeze. I’m 5’7” but I still had to crane my neck to look up at his stony face, while offering profuse and grovelling apologies.
He quietly replied “Madam, we’ll wait until you are finally able to safely collect your….erm….dog.” I tried very hard to not get pissed off at the way he said ‘dog’ - voice dripping with sarcasm. He was used to being around royalty, ffs, so I would have preferred him to say ’your princess’
But the memory of that massive horse and its rider’s bemused faces as they both turned in unison to look at me, will be forever imprinted in my brain 😂
-- Edited by Vam on Wednesday 13th of August 2025 01:00:40 AM
Syl said
Aug 13 1:23 AM, 2025
I waited up till you finished part 2 of your story....aww, I can just imagine your embarrassment Vam.
Those Cavalry horses are huge, extremely beautiful animals. Thank goodness they are well trained, a kick off one of them would have been catastrophic.
Vam said
Aug 13 1:31 AM, 2025
Syl wrote:
I waited up till you finished part 2 of your story....aww, I can just imagine your embarrassment Vam.
Those Cavalry horses are huge, extremely beautiful animals. Thank goodness they are well trained, a kick off one of them would have been catastrophic.
Aww, lovely lady, never wait up for me droning on. I never do succinct, and I’d hate for you to be sleep deprived! 😂
It was a heart-in-my-mouth moment. But of course, those guys and their horses aren’t just there for decorative purposes. Some of them have seen some action, so would have been unfazed by my daft demented little gremlin leaping around.
Gotta say, their discipline is an awesome thing to see up close, though
Seeing as my recollections of a life lived caused some humour, share your life experiences, be they weird, funny, tragic, outrageous, or whatever. Or not just yours but those eccentric people who left their mark on you.
Something once very nearly gave me PTSD. Me and my boyfriend at the time, whom I later married, were staying at his sister's house while they were away. We slept in their bed and were both stark naked at 3am when the sister and her husband unexpectedly came home a day early. After drinking a skinful, the husband forgot we were in his bed and got undressed and got in beside us, luckily on my boyfriend's side. I was absolutely traumatized, but was forced to ooze out of the bed like a oil slick onto the floor. After desperate fumbling I managed to find my clothes and got dressed. My poor boyfriend wasn't so lucky. His brother in law, also naked, had entwined himself around him in a death grip!
Anon on the other thread is right - you really, really should write a book
2 absolutely mortifying experiences for me immediately sprang to mind when I saw this thread. But if I say what they were, the peeps here will think ‘Meh…there’s that Vam being flashy again’
So, maybe not for now ….
Sod what people think. this isn't Dogs.
Go on Vam....be yourself, sod what others may think.
It was Gerry Dorsey, a few weeks later he changed his name to Engellbert Humperdinck, got his big break, and the rest is history.
Her son was the nicest quietest young man when he was there, the hellraiser he was reported to be never materialised in front of his mum.
Her place was always filled with fresh flowers. She said she had once met Gregory Peck, and he was so enamoured with her, he sent over from America, loads of fresh flowers weekly.
I tended to believe her, she was that sort of woman.
😳 No way! For real?
If I'm not mistaken Digs did write a book! A fantasy one. If I'm mistaken and confused you with someone else on FH Digs In sorry but I'm pretty sure
-- Edited by Fluffy on Tuesday 12th of August 2025 01:17:02 PM
Yes, please be yourself. xx The way you talk has me in hysterics! You can't help if you have led a exciting life (NO sarcasm) the petty jealousy from the past has vanished.
Thanks Diggers, you’ve made my day.
I've read about it. I only moved to Manchester mid 1980s.
Yes, I've written a few. Not really fantasy, but involving time travel for two of them. How the first book came about was a bit weird. I had a reading at a mind body spirit fair with Simon Goodfellow, a well known medium. He told me I'd be writing a book about America. At the time I was like, er no chance of that even though in the mid 1980s I used to write articles for the Manchester Evening News. I'd not written for years. Then one day I was reading an article in the Mail about Lewis Thornton Powell and his image wouldn't let me go. I did some research and found his biographer, got friendly with her, and spent two years and with her help writing the book that weaves a story around him. I had the help of several American historians, people who shared all their research with me. They were all so kind. I decided to self publish as the book is 500 pages long and no mainstream publisher would ever take that on. And I wanted complete control over my work.
If you don't know who Lewis Powell is you can read about him here.
https://www.lewisthorntonpowell.co.uk/
This is kind of a reply on the other thread.
I got dragged out one night to a pub where there was a male stripper. It's not really my scene but my friend loved it and I went along. After much anticipation from the mainly female audience, and to a fanfare of the opening score of Star Wars, out pranced Darth Vader....or should I say, Temu Vader. He was short, wore the worst cheap looking costume you could dream up and reeked of BO. But...what he lacked in charisma he made up for with enthusiasm and the Force was certainly with him.
He leapt hither and yon, gyrated his mum bum, breathed asthmatically in our faces, and as his pièce de résistance, yanked off his plastic cod piece to reveal a ten inch dong. The place erupted. I kept backing up towards the bar, because the stench from his armpits would have felled a Wookie. Then he grabbed this poor girl, made her sit on a chair and did unspeakable Palpatine-esque things to her.
He was he first and last stripper I ever saw, thank God.
He sounds quite, err...impressive.
Billy HOT Rocks is the only male stripper I saw live, but I knew a lad, young, dead fit, and he tried his hand at it.
He said all the seasoned pros tied an elastic band round their semi erect penis, to look better endowed.
Your Darth would have excelled at that.
I did work in the Isle of Man in a cabaret club one summer. I stayed on into the Autumn, the club became quiet, so to draw in more people they hired a female stripper, her name was Sylvia....it wasn't me.
I’ve now read up a bit on him a bit. Is your book on him still available/in print?
I can kinda see why his image wouldn’t let you go. Know what my instant reaction was, on seeing his images? I thought, if that guy was alive today, he’d probably be doing catwalks at Milan and Paris Fashion Weeks.
Very distinctive, almost haunting, features, despite the mule kick that affected one side of his face.
Okay, you guys did ask! 💁🏻♀️ Sorry if it’s a bit long-winded, but the devil’s in the detail 😉
I used to live near the Knightsbridge Barracks in London, and my favourite and most convenient place to walk my dogs was in the part of Hyde Park where the Household Cavalry would often be out, in their full regalia, doing their ceremonial events training and rehearsals.
As we’ve often seen, their stunning black horses are biiiiig - never less than 16 hands big. Up close, they seem gigantic.
I had 2 Shih-Tzus. Don’t believe all the hype about smaller dogs being yappy and clingy. Some are, yes. But my 2 girls? THE most placid and chilled dogs imaginable. Any more laidback, they’d have been comatose!
My dogs understood why they were put on this earth:
- To give unconditional love and affection, which they did in abundance - 14 & 15 years of joy and laughter.
- To placidly sit while complete strangers approached to ‘ooh & ahh’ over them, and wanting to pet them.
- To eat cheese!!! 🐶🐶 Anytime, any place, anywhere! They were never allowed to sit/beg near a table at mealtimes. So they learned to maintain a respectful distance and just patiently sit there like two furry bookends, all soulful sighs and puppy dog eyes, while hope sprang eternal that they’d get lucky.
So you get the picture? Perfectly docile, people/kid-friendly, well behaved little ladies. People would sometimes say “Your dogs are better behaved, have better haircuts, and are cleaner than people I know!” And I suspect my Mamma probably loved them more than me - and oh man! They sure knew how to play her! 😂
But when it came to even the faintest sound of horse hooves, they would instantly tense up and morph into demonic water-soaked gremlins!
(part 2 coming up, cos I’m getting embarrassed at how long this is taking 🤦🏻♀️😂)
(and finally… )
One day as I was walking them, I could see the Cavalry guys doing their Cavalry thing, but they were quite a fair distance away. My dogs could see them too, of course. But they were leashed, so no biggie. Or so I thought.
The dogs started straining forward as usual, trying to get closer. Tbf, one of them started yipping and darting around my feet. But her sister….jeeezus! 😳 She went ballistic, spinning round and round, and practically garrotting herself to break free of her leash to go ‘play’ with the horses.
She managed to ditch her leash that day, and took off faster than an Exocet missile.
By the time I finally caught up with her, she was underneath a horse’s tummy, eagerly whimpering and barking and demanding some quality time with it. I was terrified that it would only take one hoof kick to propel her across 2 postcodes.
A very tall Cavalry guy calmly stopped and let his group carry on training without him, while he and his horse stood stock-still. Both of them completely motionless, and both with their backs to me, despite the pandemonium going on underneath them.
After a few moments, the horse casually and slowly turned its long neck and head, trying to see what all the fuss was about. Its rider also turned his head to look at me in complete unison with the horse, big gold helmet with the long floofy plumage blowing in the breeze. I’m 5’7” but I still had to crane my neck to look up at his stony face, while offering profuse and grovelling apologies.
He quietly replied “Madam, we’ll wait until you are finally able to safely collect your….erm….dog.” I tried very hard to not get pissed off at the way he said ‘dog’ - voice dripping with sarcasm. He was used to being around royalty, ffs, so I would have preferred him to say ’your princess’
But the memory of that massive horse and its rider’s bemused faces as they both turned in unison to look at me, will be forever imprinted in my brain 😂
-- Edited by Vam on Wednesday 13th of August 2025 01:00:40 AM
I waited up till you finished part 2 of your story....aww, I can just imagine your embarrassment Vam.
Those Cavalry horses are huge, extremely beautiful animals. Thank goodness they are well trained, a kick off one of them would have been catastrophic.
Aww, lovely lady, never wait up for me droning on. I never do succinct, and I’d hate for you to be sleep deprived! 😂
It was a heart-in-my-mouth moment. But of course, those guys and their horses aren’t just there for decorative purposes. Some of them have seen some action, so would have been unfazed by my daft demented little gremlin leaping around.
Gotta say, their discipline is an awesome thing to see up close, though
Sleep well 😉