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My goodness, that goes back a few years!Originally Posted by stan butler
I think it was a Ford Zephyr or something similar? Painted in bright colours, and as you said... adorned with flowers and playing loud music.
its a fairly common thing for people with eating disorders ( who get out of treatment places ) to eat what they need to, but they then throw themselves massively into fitness, they keep a diary of the food they eat which keeps them out of " treatment " but they burn it all of with exercise
Anyone remember a guy, perhaps in his late 20s, with glasses, that used to be seen running along Cowbridge Road East, over Canton Bridge and past the castle?
He would often take off his shirt and be wearing a white vest underneath.
He stood out because he would make a breathing sound similar to a steam train and would always be bathed in sweat.
I never saw him walking, always running as if he had to be somewhere urgently.
Then in later years, I saw him wearing a leg caliper, which although must have seriously hindered his ability to run, still didn't stop him.
Pretty sure she carries water bottles?
His sir name was Bowen from Gorse Place Pentrebane ( via Jamaica) , was talking about him yesterday , lovely fella that ran a carribean steel band I knew his eldest son John who was also a good fella .
He was great! He always brought a smile to the faces of people he passed.
No, it wasn’t John Reynolds, of huge sideboards fame. I do hope he’s still alive, remember him from the 60s, our nickname for him was Jim Fryatt, after the similar sideboarded footballer.
Yellow Ford Zephyr
There used to be a chap in Newport who would have a shopping trolley full of 5 litre water bottles. He would fill them up then empty them over Clarence Bridge into the Usk, apparently in an attempt to clean the river.
I think he lived in some supported accommodation, so was obviously getting some help, but it can be upsetting to see people with obvious mental issues.
I saw 'flowers' then and immediately thought Mike's Granada.
That is a blast from the past.
Still walking around Llanishen, Cyncoed etc. used to run then walk now walks even more slowly. Saw her yesterday at the bottom of Fidlas Road she is looking worse than ever.
Blimey, that takes me back, he must have had that car for about twenty years, if not longer. Think my sister was in the same year as his daughter in Pentrebane school. He was always so cheerful.
Saw her yesterday as well.
Unfortunately she did look worse than ever.
Walking 7,000 steps a day will add many years to a persons life.
Exercise is everything in my opinion, and we see the benefits as we age, as well as the mental health benefits.
There have been studies about sedentary lifestyles and dementia, although not conclusive they do point in that direction with further work required.
Got to keep moving......
What happened to Stan Butler ?
Anyone on here who lived in Ely in the 70’s will remember “John the Baptist”
He used to hang around near Green farm Rd/ Michaelston Rd area.
Anyone seen her today?
https://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/w...known-32170793
That is not the lady being discussed in this topic.
Seen her at the top of Cyncoed Road yesterday morning, dressed in a brightly coloured track suit
Poor bugger, she goes out for a nice walk and has old blokes in cars staring at her everywhere she goes.
In the mid-sixties there used to be a an unfortunate elderly chap (with some sort of mental health problem) who seemed to run, and at a forward-leaning angle, endlessly around the Caerau Lane area. Being kids, we had little understanding or empathy and referred to him as 'Roger Bannister'.
And another elderly lady used to pass by, check my brother's arm muscles and refer to him as 'The Rock of Gibraltar' each time.
The two characters used to get in the way of our street footy games that took in the street and the pavement at the junction of Ogmore Road and Porthcawl Road. The surrounding open-plan gardens were the touch lines but one curmudgeonly female neighbour used to rush out and confiscate the ball if it went on her otherwise featureless grass lawn. She told us that the plastic ball damaged her grass but her son used to park his mini on it when visiting!
However, she had no monopoly regarding spite. We used to have a perpetual bullshitter anomg us and when he reached a certain limit we used to take him to the end of the street, put a rope around his legs and string him up, upside down, to the castillated wall demarkating the doctor's surgery.
Those were the days....
I'm sure it suited you.
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