Deception is part of life, or so says a well known book (do you agree?)

The Spinners had a song with the same title, not the Joe South penned one.

They were great too, and although I never got to see them perform live, they were from the same great era as "The drifters" who I did get to see over here, and whilst two of the original band members were still performing, (along with two brilliant young guys, who could sing and dance their socks off!).
 

Thank you, that's a nice thing to say but, as he organised the coffee and cake, I'm probably the lucky one ;)
You raise a good question, that I wont pursue here, (as its maybe worth its own thread), but I'll stick with saying he's the lucky one! :)

A discussion took place on BBC radio over the weekend between two mates from Northern Ireland who have made a name for themselves, (one as a stand up comedian and presenter on tv and radio, and the other mainly as a radio presenter, and it was his show the discussion or interview took place.

The story was told about how the comedian guy first hooked up with his future wife, (they've now got two kids and sound very happy), but started with the radio show host mentioning how many leagues above his mate he'd been playing when winning the hand of this beautiful lady, (called Cat Deely if you know her over there, I think she's famous in both the US and of course here). He managed to make quite a meal of puling his mates leg in regard to his luck hitching up with such a lady, and when he argued back she was maybe a bit lucky too, the presenter had a wonderful put down, "That isn't what the research shows"! :)
 
Not sure if I've mentioned this story before, on this thread or any other, but so far as deception goes my father in his seven and a half year courting days, travelling on a bicycle every Sunday to meet my mum, up very steep hills for many miles, had on occasions in winter, when the snow made the roads impassable, to write a love letter, (in response to my mother's no doubt beautifully crafted letters).

What do you think my dear old dad did?

He found someone, (a woman I think), who told him what he should write in his love letter, and then put his name to it!!!

Now as acts of deception goes, that's pretty high up there isn't it.

Why he felt he couldn't write one himself to start with we'll maybe never know, as I dont think anyone in the family ever learnt the full story, though it was maybe like my dad to shy away from such things, so that's probably the best explanation, though he was no shrinking violet generally, and women used to find him very attractive, (a characteristic running in the family of course!), with a good sense of humour and a real manliness about him, (though he was always totally loyal to my mother I must add).

You have to think about how my mother chose to forgive him when she learnt what went on over the love letters. Maybe he confessed when under extreme pressure to tell my mum he loved her in person, and my mother could behave rather like the police interrogating someone, (not that I know what that feels like of course"!), so he caved in and told her. :)
 
You raise a good question, that I wont pursue here, (as its maybe worth its own thread), but I'll stick with saying he's the lucky one! :)

A discussion took place on BBC radio over the weekend between two mates from Northern Ireland who have made a name for themselves, (one as a stand up comedian and presenter on tv and radio, and the other mainly as a radio presenter, and it was his show the discussion or interview took place.

The story was told about how the comedian guy first hooked up with his future wife, (they've now got two kids and sound very happy), but started with the radio show host mentioning how many leagues above his mate he'd been playing when winning the hand of this beautiful lady, (called Cat Deely if you know her over there, I think she's famous in both the US and of course here). He managed to make quite a meal of puling his mates leg in regard to his luck hitching up with such a lady, and when he argued back she was maybe a bit lucky too, the presenter had a wonderful put down, "That isn't what the research shows"! :)
I guess it's a bit of both really :)
 
Not sure if I've mentioned this story before, on this thread or any other, but so far as deception goes my father in his seven and a half year courting days, travelling on a bicycle every Sunday to meet my mum, up very steep hills for many miles, had on occasions in winter, when the snow made the roads impassable, to write a love letter, (in response to my mother's no doubt beautifully crafted letters).

What do you think my dear old dad did?

He found someone, (a woman I think), who told him what he should write in his love letter, and then put his name to it!!!

Now as acts of deception goes, that's pretty high up there isn't it.

Why he felt he couldn't write one himself to start with we'll maybe never know, as I dont think anyone in the family ever learnt the full story, though it was maybe like my dad to shy away from such things, so that's probably the best explanation, though he was no shrinking violet generally, and women used to find him very attractive, (a characteristic running in the family of course!), with a good sense of humour and a real manliness about him, (though he was always totally loyal to my mother I must add).

You have to think about how my mother chose to forgive him when she learnt what went on over the love letters. Maybe he confessed when under extreme pressure to tell my mum he loved her in person, and my mother could behave rather like the police interrogating someone, (not that I know what that feels like of course"!), so he caved in and told her. :)
I'm sure your dad meant well. One year, my dad gave my mum a lovely birthday card but, I thought it looked familiar. Dad confessed that he had forgotten so had retrieved last year's card from mum's card box (she kept all her cards) and recycled it! He got away with it though as mum still doesn't know! :)
 
I'm sure your dad meant well. One year, my dad gave my mum a lovely birthday card but, I thought it looked familiar. Dad confessed that he had forgotten so had retrieved last year's card from mum's card box (she kept all her cards) and recycled it! He got away with it though as mum still doesn't know! :)
My mum didn't get many cards from my father, (unless she bought them herself at Christmas, he wouldn't waste his money on them, would have been his thinking). He used to say how the festive season cost him a cow every year, because he had a big family and mum wanting to be generous towards us all).
However, my father most certainly meant well, of that you can be sure, "rum guy that he was too at times", (according to my mum! :) ).
 
My mum didn't get many cards from my father, (unless she bought them herself at Christmas, he wouldn't waste his money on them, would have been his thinking). He used to say how the festive season cost him a cow every year, because he had a big family and mum wanting to be generous towards us all).
However, my father most certainly meant well, of that you can be sure, "rum guy that he was too at times", (according to my mum! :) ).
My first boyfriend was a nice guy in many ways but he didn't like spending money on anyone else. The first Christmas we were together he gave me a Christmas card but asked me to give it back to him after Christmas! I thought he was joking but, he reminded me afterwards that I had not returned the card :ROFLMAO:
 


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