Arthur
You'll need an account with Amazon which is easy to set up.
I'm not sure if I can say this on here but you can get it directly by download/upload from me though I'd charge a £! to make up for the few pence Amazon give me.
Arthur
You'll need an account with Amazon which is easy to set up.
I'm not sure if I can say this on here but you can get it directly by download/upload from me though I'd charge a £! to make up for the few pence Amazon give me.
I was in the Phils for four months this winter and spent a lot of time reading. I cdnt have carried all of the books. I love Kindle.
By the way when you splashed out remember that the bulk of your splash went to Mr Amazon!
Hi Fred,
It was nice meeting you and your family. We'd love to drop-by at your place last time but the rain was pouring down that day.
We'll be around there in the summer.
Life as we make it
Sussex by the Sea and all that.....
"Now is the time for marching, Now let your hearts be gay,
Hark to the merry bugles Sounding along our way.
So let your voices ring, my boys, And take the time from me,
And I’ll sing you a song as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea!"
There is a version which continues: ...
'Where they're six feet tall
And they know...very little really'
edited by Fred: post 64 duplicate.
Johnnie,
I understand that you are not 100% familiar with posting here, but please try to find the last thread you posted on, instead of making more threads of the same name.
thank you
Steve
If you want your dreams to come true ...... first you have to wake up
Steve
Dreadfullysorry.
I have put the latest corrected one up and I shall do anything later on that same thread.
Is there a way ridding myself of the defective threads?
I will try to merge them all
If you want your dreams to come true ...... first you have to wake up
Ok, all threads merged now. Just find this thread again and add to it by hitting the '+reply to thread' button![]()
If you want your dreams to come true ...... first you have to wake up
(The italicised text in the following article is taken directly rom A VIRGIN IN THE PHILIPPINES.)
What is so noticeable in the Philippines is the positive strength of the family. It’s uplifting and I only hope that this will continue. Let me here just introduce you a few of my family’s members.
In February 2011 I wrote the following:
Our house is built on the site of the chicken farm that Fay's father owned. Beyond, further away from the road is Diko's bungalow and Diche, Fay's elder sister, lives in a neighbouring house which she shares with her son, Eddie and his wife Ellen and their married son Eugene and his family. It's all so complicated, these family arrangements. But it only emphasises the strength of the family. No nursing homes here. The Filipinos would not want them.
Eddie who is in his mid-fifties is a slim, rather handsome chap, though he has a slightly sad look about him sometimes. He is always like that, Fay says. He is not miserable: it's just the way his face falls. I cannot help but think of him as Morose Eddie.
So Eddie is Fay’s nephew and so he calls me ‘Uncle’ as do Rody and Lito, both of them 60 year olds married to Eddie’s sisters. They are therefore Fay’s nephews by marriage. (I know it’s complicated but I need to straighten things out.]
Last night, we had a quiet drink, four or five of us, all males, at Morose Eddie's place. We just sat in the yard and nattered and sang. We touched on the subject of the sacred bond of marriage and the restraining bonds of matrimony and mused - at least Rody and Lito and I mused - on the setting up of an Escape Committee, a forum where we might discuss plans of how we three might get away just for a night or two. Sounds good but it'll never happen. Usual married men and their imaginations kind of stuff.
I later appointed myself Life President of the Escape Committee. And we eventually get away. At least Rody and I persuaded our wives that it would give them a rest, a well earned break, if we were to go off. I inserted the next passage into the narrative this January
[In January 2012 Rody and I got away to Subic Bay for a couple of nights: Lito didn't make it. Nevertheless, we had two very good days, seeing much of the countryside. We visited Corregidor and the National Museum on Mount Samat where the Death March of thousands of Filipino and American POWs is commemorated.
The only irritation came when at the XYZ Hotel at Subic we were found not to be acceptable as guests.
'It is company policy, po,' we are told.' Two gentlemen may not share a bedroom.'
Rody is 65 and I'm nearly twenty years older. It's ridiculous.
'This gentleman's wife is my wife's niece,' I say. 'He is my nephew.'
'And this gentleman's wife is my wife's auntie,' Rody says. 'He is my uncle.'
But I think what clinched it was the common Filipino difficulty with the personal pronoun. No matter how fluent they are Filipinos occasionally get their personal pronouns in a twist. So it may be that Rody's twice referring to me as 'she' told against us.
And maybe my wearing the pink polo shirt didn't help.]
When I reflect upon it this was no more than a minor inconvenience and I can understand, though I cannot support, the hotel’s point of view in this instance. Sitting in the bar of this hotel some months earlier I had been moved to record my thoughts because it did suggest a certain inconsistency in their policy.
I notice a number of English-speaking men here, men of middle age, the type who wear loose vests, ill fitting shorts and who have beer bellies and white flabby arms. Several have Oriental ladies, some are possibly married for they have children with them. Others seem to be accompanied by less permanent companions, not that I am being judgemental. I'm just creating a picture of some of the clientele because what's the point of going to a hotel if not to try to weigh up your fellow guests?
To give you a savour of what I mean – and they are not great in number, these types – here's a couple of examples. Last night, when we had our first meal here, there was a rather loud Australian, a sixty-year old I’d say, wearing khaki culottes to complement his over-long white vest and his bushy armpits. He had an unlikely-to-be-legal-possibly-under-age female companion in tow. His voice rasped across the restaurant as though he was herding cattle. She actually was a pretty little thing and it seemed sad that she should end up in such an old boor's company.
And as I write this in late afternoon, there’s a beachcomber manqué with a tangled beard, sitting over at the bar with a sultry child-woman with a rose tattooed on her leg. There are also two-shaven headed sixty-year-olds who get up from their seats in the bar and walk over to the lobby where two young women are waiting for them. The women are carrying cases and look from the paint and powder as if they're a newly arrived express shipment straight from Manila. Of course, I may be entirely fanciful in my summing-up and very unfair on all of these fellows who may in truth be men of the cloth meeting their god-daughters home from boarding school.
Okay, I am unreasonable in my assumptions.
Johnnie, you have a wonderful way with words and from what I have already seen, your book sounds like a great read! Just wondering if it is also available in hard copy (book) format as I'd like to purchase a copy?
Thank you
Rosie![]()
Many thanks for your kind words, Rosie. It's always nice to have a pat on the back.
No, this book is not in hardback or even paperback. Fact it that when I went to The Phils this winter I had no intention of writing another book. But I was sending nack emails to various friends and had a collection from the previous winter and so I thought I'd bundle them all up into a short book - 40,000 words - 120-ish pages. But I can't be bothered hawking stuff round to publishers these days because it's so time consuming and I'm not getting younger. So it's an ebook only. I can send one to your screen for &1 or Amazon can deliver one to yuor Kindle (from which I make the magnificent sum of about 40p!).
Anyway, I do hope that you'll buy a copy because it's going to be devilsh difficult tosell. It's not very marketable - who wants to know about the Phils? how many Phils have Kindles?
Whatever you decide, thanks for the boost to my ego! And tell your friends!!
Rosie
For &1 read £1.
Sorry for being so careless.
Rosie
Whatvlooks like another error. Think I've sent a message to someone else. Just to say that in last night's message for &1 read £1.
Hi Jonnie
I haven't received a message from you but I've managed to find your website and I have sent you an email about payment. I'm looking forward to reading your book
Rosie
p.s. Also wanted to make you aware that it appears you do not yet have the necessary "permission/ access" to email members directly on this site as you haven't been here long enough. I'm afraid it is the same for all new members due to the email system being abused by others in the past.
I'm beginning to think that I ought to write as 'Confused', Eastbourne, because I really seem unable to cope with the niceties of this site. It's absolutely chaos though it's all down to my innate incompetence in these areas.Worse still, I haven't recd your email. The reason is that my Outlook Express has hit a snag. (Naturally)I've just tested it again and had it Mailer Demon'd. Impasse? I email on btinternet but don't wish to reveal it publicly.
Why not phone me? I'm in the book, the only WH Johnson in Eastbourne. We cd text, actually, as my wife has such a machine but I've never used it and on reflection it isn't good to broadcast these numbers. Anyway, pity you didn't get my message because it's on the site (somewhere).
If you don't object to phoning me that wd seem to be the solution. I shall be in all evening and really don't mind the interruption of Man Utd v Blackburn match!
Hi Johnnie
It was lovely to speak with you on the telephone this evening and now that you have my email address, I look forward to receiving details of where to send the payment for the E-book.
As promised, I will try and call you again tomorrow evening to attempt to give you some help in navigating your way around the website and posting replies/ new threads.
I hope that you enjoyed the match!
Rosie![]()
Interestingly someone wrote a book entitled "Dont Tell Mum I Work on the Oil Rigs" " She Thinks Im a Piano Player in a Wharehouse" a few years ago. Tailored to a potentially limited market. But I do recall he kept his prices up. Paul Carter is the Author.
Yes, he is prolific as a writer and worth reading, it seems. May give him a try. Of course I don't think he is setting his prices. I think his publisher is doing that.
Oh yes, and by the way, he is not in a warehouse but what we old coves wd call a whOrehouse! Unless of course the wHorehouse in a warehouse.
Johnnie. There are several ways to find your thread. One easy way is to simply go to the top right and type virgin in the search bar (about an inch from the top). The first thread that comes up is yours (unless a heap of folk start a load of posts on virgins then this should work for now).
Remember it always defaults to your first page so if you want the current page then you will have to select for that.
Johnnie. You could combine the two books and have "Dont tell Mum I Work on the Rigs" "I am a Virgin in a Philippine Warehouse"![]()
Or don't tell my mother I'm a virgin.
hi everyone! im new here. and i cant seem to post. can anyone please help me?
oh, i see. Thanks for your help.![]()
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