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When you do a thing like that to someone, not saying he did until it is proven he is guilty, it is not about sex it is about abuse of power over someone else. People do make mistakes. When it occures a number of times, one should seek help to deal with such a need. I did enjoy watching him act and really do not want to believe he did all this. Maybe because I'm a woman I will have a bit of trouble with still respecting his work should this turn out to be true. I've never had that feeling about Bill Clinton, not that you can compare the stories really, although that was abuse of power too.

Thanks for yours, xybert. It paints a picture vividly for me. Lovely. I have cousins in Australia, they only came to visit once when I was a child, but I remember they wanted ice cream in the middle of winter since they had their summer holiday. I understand about there is a part of regret to your story. I do remember you now have your own child, maybe you can take him or her to your cousin's some time in future to play with his kids. Children have a gift of charme and can change things even for adults. It needn't be a story btw, can be just a thought of something. I can give another example when needed.

Wow! Thank you for that link!

I dca't remember that episode just now. It has been some time since it has been broadcasted here, but I'll take note on what you've said.

Thanks the both of you!

Hi all, a thread about good memories of people and/or events or whatever you remember still so well since it felt so good at the time. Share with us in telling and making us smile for you. Short or long story, just a thought or a massive missive... just personal and happy is the requirement. Kind regards, page (in a sentimental mood I guess…) Maybe a few of you might remember my story about a school trip. it still makes me happy thinking about it. It involves music. One year at what you’d call highschool I changed schools. It wasn’t really like I felt I did belong at my present school, a really big one. It felt like students were numbers instead of people, a factory we’d call those around here. I was a very shy girl. At home I wasn’t the easiest one, a rebel sometimes but never like that at school, I was so eager to learn! It was really an impulsive feeling that I had to follow up to. I went to a very small school in our capital city. I knew someone who used to go there and always had liked his stories about it. The kids in my new class were all different, there were all kinds and that was just great. They came from all kinds of environments. They had different looks but all got along, and that made me feel at home right away. After a month my class went on a camp. It was a trip to what then still was East-Germany. I didn’t really have the money to pay for the trip, but the school did find it important that every student went, so they payed half for mine so I could go. As we crossed the border, soldiers with heavy arms got on our bus to check and looked at each of us individually. It was really scary. One girl with punky hair had to move her hair out of her face so the soldier could see if it was her on her passport. They asked if we had anything to declare, of course we didn’t tell about the books we smuggled in for some of our teacher’s friends in the country. We didn’t get caught. We stayed at Weimar and Berlin that week. We visited the house of Goethe, went to a play of Bertolt Brecht, talked to a student group, played soccer, that kind of thing. We also visited the place where the concentration-camp Buchenwald was in the war. There was this boy in my class which opened up to me as we went to this last place. His family didn’t really want him to visit the concentration-camp because part of their family was killed there. I don’t know why he told me at that moment. Maybe it was because I was just there, a new face with no knowledge of anything of that. Sometimes it is just easier to talk to a stranger, I guess. I walked through the camp and stayed with him the whole time. I didn’t want him to see all of this by himself. We were allowed to just walk through the exhibition by ourselves. I guess he much appreciated that because we talked a lot for the rest of the week. Not just about that visit and his family but about all sort of things. He just seemed to look at me different from then. The last couple of days we visited Berlin and stayed at a hotel on the west side. We arrived there really late at the hotel but him and me, we went walking to look at the city. That was probably a dumb thing to do, but we didn’t realize that at that time. I remember West Berlin looked so enormous commercial to me, I liked the east better as it was more simple. That may sound strange, but it was really an enormous difference. The last evening we stayed up very late just doing things kids like to do, having fun, talking and fooling around with our classmates. The next morning the bus left at 7, it was a 12 hour drive to our school. I slept a bit on the bus. I don’t know why it was but there weren’t many of us in class who had brought some music on the trip. But there was 1 tape which was on the whole week, while we were driving. On it was a song by Spandau Ballet called True. I remember we were driving to Amsterdam on the highway and he asked me to dance. So we slow danced on the bus. I don’t know if that’s the right word but think you’ll understand. He didn’t get to be my boyfriend, we didn’t even kiss but there was some sort of mutual respect. Which was really nice. So when I hear that song, usually when played at the end of the year there are lots of old songs on the radio, I remember that dance, the trip and my great year there at that school.

Can I still join the game? Or am I too late? Not sure that I'll have that much opportunity to search, but I just miss the listening and being surprised. You can say no, that would be okay really. Kind regards, page

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Ah. I probably shoud've known better anyway, :shrug:

Hey, I was trying to stay possitive...

What you want is just around the corner...

Belated Happy Birthday!

To reply at your other comment. I feel that way too. Morse is one of my all time favourites and eventhough I really like "Lewis" and quite enjoy "Endeavour", they don't equal Morse for me. I didn't know that about the 2nd assistant director. While Morse listened to some lovely classical music in the series which I've quite enjoyed. There are a few series where the main character likes jazz and it plays a role in the story. There is DCI Banks and also George Gently, although that one doesn't have that much of it I think.

Ah, It looks a bit funny to see my comments twice even the part I took away since it was just meant for Tom to explain. Your post wasn't there yet when I did that, so I guess there are still forum functions not really working well. It's no secret though, so I don't mind. For anyone who wants to know. I've managed to let my cat swallow her pills, yesterday ánd today; which is a tough task I can tell you. She has a condition which will not get better, so I'll have to give her the medication which will help her control it the rest of her life. I just hope she'll keep on letting me do that. I'm still feeling a bit restless, so I'll think I'll skip a game, just to not let anyone down. It feels that I do when I can't spend enough time searching. I'll still be at the forums though, so not disappearing or anything. See you guys around. Thanks. kind regards, page

Do they? Ha! I had to laugh enormously when I saw your post. They were great, weren't they?!

That said, I got some fabulous summer heels this week. Ha!

There's a bit of 's-s-s steamheat' down here. Staying cool is a challenging task.

I would have loved to have seen it, but I don't have Netflix. I did read about this in the newspaper when I was at work past friday, so I did know it was on. I am a fan and I think there isn't anyone quite like her. My colleague told me she has records and I didn't even know she liked jazz, so it was nice to discover a 'jazzmate' at an unexpected place.

Hi Tom, I can't believe I didn't think of Lonnie Smith! : banghead: Not one correct, this time. I sing "The way you look..." so it's odd I couldn't come up with the title even. Did you record that private recording yourself? I agree with Spontaneous about the live tracks, those were really great. Kind regards, page

Were there more seasons of Endeavour then? I think I saw only one. I did like it to see how his character came to develop based on the older Morse. Still I think of the three, Morse was the best one. We have a detective month coming up starting today. Unfortunately I saw most of them already on Belgian tv or the BBC, still I often watch another time, especially of series I like. Tonight is Silent Witnes. There was also a detective night, past saturday, but I forgot to watch, since I was out with friends and was tired when I got home.

I have a friend who comes up with the most interesting titles for his originals. Like: "Try bashing it" "Memory's a bitch" "Once this thing leaves me" "Ceiling fan says Halloween" and much more. His name is Jay Norem.

Ah, I'm a fan as well. Did you also watch Morse? Yes. And I'm going to start watching them again in the very near future. I don't think I've ever seen one quite like Morse. There are some pretty good Skandanivian ones in this genre as well when you're interested. Wallander to name one. Wallander was very good. Just make sure it's the Swedish one, not Kenneth Branagh. I like Morse too but have to admit that the last time I watched some of my complete Morse collection it came across as a bit dated and the curmudgeonery side of Morse's personality that I'd previously been quite at home with seemed slightly grating. I'd recommend 'Case Histories' BBC 2011-2013. Thanks for the tip, kinuta. I have been watching the BBC a lot lately. I really enjoy it. I think i've only watched the Swedish Wallander. Some pretty good Norwegian series too, although those are a lot more violent than the British. I prefer those last ones.

Happy Birthday!