Indeed. Heard various different opinions but mostly good tbh. Though i'm surprised to hear that Godfrey's sister is in it..i don't remember us ever getting to see her back in the day!
Cissy Godfrey did appear in three or four episodes of the TV series. She was played by an elderly Welsh actress called Nan Braunton.
Thanks Hornette. I doubt it will be on general release over here but I will keep my eye on Netflix for it. In other words - DON'T PANIC !!
I was temp Yep ..and it's not worth the price of a cinema ticket .... Although Toby Jones as Capt.Mainwaring was good .
A1 I feel your pain, my brother, my son and I managed to get half season tickets for the Family stand and my Brother and I get looks from all round when we voice an opinion loudly. To be honest I'm always impressed by my own restraint because a lot of the time I really want to swear !!
Same as me, Ethel, got a half season ticket in the family stand. Sometimes I want to swear but always manage to stop short and mutter it under my breath!
I learned to swear in Turkish so that nobody would get offended - just my luck to be sitting next to a young family from Istanbul the other week
Just so long as it's not on my shoes . But back to the point in question ..Why can't you blokes with ants in your pants , merely wait a few minutes longer until the whistle blows, before disturbing everyone else ? Have you made it a life mission to be annoying to others ? Bet you was once a smoker who thought it was OK to puff your noxious fumes over others . Thank the lord this has now been banished from football grounds . Used to sit next to my ex father in law and his foul smelling pipe . Yuck .
I tend to swear in Spanish these days. My youngest daughter was about four when she uttered 'bollocks' after dropping something. After I had stopped sniggering (away from the glare of Ms. Saxet) I knew changes had to be made.
I gave up smoking at 15 when I started work and was expected to buy them. My dying father in law still smokes his pipe everyday even though it always makes him throw up. I sit in an aisle seat so should not trouble anyone, not guilty I'm afraid.
When she really was little, I used to tell Little Miss W_Y to put her fingers in her ears when we sat near the top of The Rookery and the swearing was flying about. Now in her job, she hears it most days...
Took my 11 year old nephew and he heard all the language flying back and forth and asked if he could join in. Obviously I said no but that evening my sister said I should have said yes so her and my brother in law could find out what words he was using
i used to tell my kids it was ok to swear at football, as long as they didn't swear outside the ground. One day, my then 11 year old was so desperate to swear, she asked me if she could swear at the ref. I told her she could, and i waited. I looked at her questioningly and she looked up at me with those innocent eyes of hers and said...'mum, what shall i say?'. Couldn't help laughing. Now she's 16 and i know she knows exactly what to say to the ref!
I also try to choose aisle seats ( for the little bit of extra space ) ..at least it's good exercise constantly having to get up and down . My ol'man has been in very bad health for many years and now getting worse with Alzheimer's ... he started smoking at around age 8 and has been more or less a chain smoker all his life . Smoking is by far my greatest pet hate ...even beyond Audi Drivers , Tories and folk who leave games early . A couple of weeks ago dad was informed he would lose his leg if he did not give up ..He told the Doctor he would give up smoking ...later , he said to me with a grin on his face , "I'm not packing up " ... He's a daft ol'bugger and getting even cheekier / childlike as the condition takes hold . He had me squirming in my seat while having a pub meal the other day ...Thankfully the young waitresses could see my discomfort and made an allowance for dad's unpredictable cheeky behavior . Hornette , your daughters story made me smile . I remember as a very young lad using the c word in reference the Germans winning some silly game on "It's a knockout " on the box ( must have heard it at school and had no idea of the strength of such a bad word ) ...within a millisecond my dads hand was cuffing the side of my head ..took several decades before the word passed my lips again .
