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I used to get that one for the opposite reason - no-one wanted me on their team. Football was the worst: being picked last always meant being goalie - you know; the sole last line of defence where lightning reflexes and supreme co-ordination are vital. So it was always my fault that the team I was on lost! The only time I recall accidentally saving a ball, I was so astounded that I ruined my moment of glory by stumbling backwards over the goal line with the ball still in my hands. It took a while to sink in that the other players' shouts and gesticulations weren't in celebration of my amazing feat!

I was always the last one to be picked for a football team. I actually saved a goal once when I couldn't get out of the way in time.

I stopped an absolute exocet missile of a shot once that was destined for a goal - with my face

The sky turned green and the grass blue This colour change lasted for about a minute

Hmm, I see, yes; I think this may explain a few... erm... things...

32 photos showing 1970s London

haha, very unfortunate!
I'm reasonably physically active now, when I was a kid I was glued to computer screen so was terrible with sport, plus it's always team sport, I don't play well with others!!

^ That sounds very like me. At first, it was my Lego that no-one could tear me away from. Then, when the first affordable home computers came out, I got totally hooked on them. I never had the situational awareness, reflexes, or co-ordination to be an athlete of any kind. But thankfully, I always loved nature, and when circumstances meant that the family had to economise, I discovered that I loved camping much more than package holidays to hotel resorts. When I left home for Uni, I found that outdoor pursuits enthusiasts often seemed to have a mind-set more in tune with mine, so got into climbing and, especially, caving/pot-holing (hence "Trog"). I don't do anything quite so adventurous these days, but I've often sacrificed other conveniences so that I can live somewhere with easily accessible greenery - it's good for my body, and possibly even more so for my mental health (contrary to what some of my posts in this thread might suggest! )

I was always last because of bad coordination but my teacher said I was the best one at PE theory. Knowing the rules etc. And knowing why keep fit is important.

Shame they don't have female Celtic fans who actually know the rules as football refs because I'd make a good one. Someone tells me the rules of a game and unless it's cricket (or outside of sport as long as it's not chess, as long as it's not incredibly complicated basically) I get it and enforce it fairly.

In the end I was the ref or whatever it's called in netball/hockey. You have to be relatively fit but not as coordinated as a player.

Happy St David's day everyone who's celebrating.

Seeing the old 70's British cars in those pictures really took me back - they're just what I was surrounded by as a kid. I'm always fascinated by old films, pictures, and maps of places that I'm familiar with, and local history in general.

Here's my fave British classic car, and a Le Mans class winner, to boot (I'm a bit biased, as it was made just down the road from me in Bradford).

Jowett Jupiter

My Dad had a TR 3a.



When I was four he decided to do it up and took the wheels off and put it up on bricks, temporarily by the time

we moved when I was ten it came with us mostly in boxes. And basically stayed in them. I never got to see it

looking like the one above but my Dad used to take my sister and me to car shows and we could identify all the

different Triumphs. I'm not interested in modern cars, they all look the same to me, but when a Triumph is on telly

and they call it by the wrong name I shock people by suddenly turning into a car expert

This is a Vauxhall Prince Henry, like the one belonging to one of the main characters in my novel

When I was in my early 20s, I wanted to own a TR7. Never actually got round to doing so, and thereby probably avoided a whole lot of aggro...

Me too! My brother had a Jag. I had an Austin Marina. Fun to drive, but not as fun as a Triumph would have been. Horrible electrical wiring, constantly blowing fuses. And the oddest mix of things on the same fuse. If you had the rear defroster on, along with a turn signal and tapped the brakes you’d lose all exterior lights. Try turning a corner, shifting gears and hand signalling your turn!

My bins are still upright.

You must be throwing bricks and iron away! I believe mine have gone to a galaxy far far away.