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classic33

Leg End Member
My surgery was cancelled after fasting since 6pm yesterday. :smile:

I've been referred to a more specialist surgeon in Galway but the appointment is the 1st Nov so I have to continue with the sit and do nothing with my leg elevated.
Here's hoping it doesn't get cancelled again.
How's yer backside coping?
 

classic33

Leg End Member
I tried taking the scenic route and ended up on the remains of the hovercraft terminal site and had to double back. As all the buildings have gone, it took me a while to realise where I was.
My last memory of the hovercraft was being stopped by the police because someone from Leeds was wanted by them and he happened to have the same name as me.
Weren't you recently in that area?
 

PeteXXX

Cake or ice cream? The choice is endless ...
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A few wonderful memories I have of the hovercraft was when a captain set the craft down in the middle of Pegwell Bay to harangue a bait digger who was collecting lugworms between the approach buoys. When he started up again, you couldn't see see the chap for flying mud :laugh:

T'other memory was on a foggy evening, a load of us were in The Sportsman having a beer or three when we though the noise of an approaching craft was getting exceptionally loud. We crossed the road to the beach to see the front of an SRN4 about to broach land..
 

classic33

Leg End Member
Ah, the hovercraft were great fun. Such a totally bonkers way to travel, but a wonderful engineering concept. ^_^

Although you really didn't want to try and drink anything while crossing, because it'd end up in your lap. The ride was always a wee bit, err, bouncy... :whistle:

Jetfoils were really fun too. Again, a really interesting bit of science and engineering, but from what I gather, they always operated at a loss and were subsidized by the ferries. Unfortunately, they were killed off by the Eurostar pretty well much, because the jetfoils couldn't run in bad weather.

Oh yes, and the sea cats*...
You mean like the Cu na Mara?
*Sea Lynx
 

classic33

Leg End Member
I was indeed. It's also the city I was born in, which made me seem even more suspect.
Whatever you buried near the railway station, will have either been dug up or built over by now. You'll have to accept that you'll never see it again.

Do you have a rough idea of where you buried your booty/ill gotten gains?
 

classic33

Leg End Member
I was indeed. It's also the city I was born in, which made me seem even more suspect.
Something isn't quite right. You claim to have been born in Leeds, yet you were uncertain about the location of the railway station. It's in the same location it was 100 years ago. They have mucked about with the entrances, two new ones added this century.
You didn't know where Neville Street is/was.
You were stopped near a hovercraft, by police, because someone from Leeds who just happened to share the same name as you was believed to be in the area.

Seems odd to me.
 

deptfordmarmoset

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Something isn't quite right. You claim to have been born in Leeds, yet you were uncertain about the location of the railway station. It's in the same location it was 100 years ago. They have mucked about with the entrances, two new ones added this century.
You didn't know where Neville Street is/was.
You were stopped near a hovercraft, by police, because someone from Leeds who just happened to share the same name as you was believed to be in the area.

Seems odd to me.
I left Leeds when I was 10 years old so much of what I do recall has gone or changed unrecognisably. I'm not even sure that I ever took a train from the station. Local journeys were walked, longer city-wide journeys were on the bus, and outings tended to be by car. My naughty namesake was clearly thought to be likely to leave the country, possibly illegally.
 

classic33

Leg End Member
I left Leeds when I was 10 years old so much of what I do recall has gone or changed unrecognisably. I'm not even sure that I ever took a train from the station. Local journeys were walked, longer city-wide journeys were on the bus, and outings tended to be by car. My naughty namesake was clearly thought to be likely to leave the country, possibly illegally.
I remain unconvinced.
I believe both were one and the same, ie you. And you've both been hiding in London, not abroad.
I'm going treasure hunting, in Leeds!

The new York Road and current bus station* won't have been there when you left.


*The old one slightly further up the Headrow, on the top side. Staff building is listed.
 
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