ChaoticMusings

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 .....  

John Doe wrote:

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Syl wrote:

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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.

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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.

 

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 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 wrote:

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Syl wrote:

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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.

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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.

 

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 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 wrote:

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John Doe wrote:

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Syl wrote:

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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.

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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.

 

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 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.

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 Off topic for a mo’, but I’ve gotta ask - is that you in your avi, Diggs? 

If so, wow - *HELWA*! 

Digger wrote:

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Vam wrote:

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 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?   

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 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 wrote:

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Vam wrote:

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Digger wrote:

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Vam wrote:

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 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?   

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 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?  

 

 

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 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

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Digger wrote:

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Vam wrote:

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Digger wrote:

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Vam wrote:

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 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?   

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 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?  

 

 

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 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

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 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. 

Maddog wrote:

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Digger wrote:

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 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

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 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. 

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 Any pics?

Brilliant.

You are a good sport Maddog.x