Cry babies

[Brendan]

Oh for gods' sakes Quids. What's the matter with you man? Are you drunk or Irish or something? Or both?

[GSJ57]

MP - hope your Mum will be OK. 2 friends of mine diagnosed last year, but both doing well now.

[Annette Curtain]

It's a hangover ????'s

( of way too much raving )

We've been left all emotionally exposed by the wreckreational activities that we overindulged in.

* wipes a tear *

Nette:-S

[HonaloochieB]

Michael Picasso by Ian Hunter, a touching lament for Mick Ronson, live it's quite a sight to see a large group of chaps of a certain vintage watering down their beer with their tears.

[Ridgley]

Crying is a natural human emotion, less stop this Victorian British stiff upper lip.

[PeckhamRose]

I sometimes even have to hold back the tears when I am doing the funerals, and I know what's coming! I worry that they think I am putting it on, and I really am not.

Last night even though I have seen it five times, cried at Sixth Sense, ESPECIALLY when he tells his Mum that her Mum is proud of her. Mr PR watched it too and turned round to face his computer, so I expect he was blubbering too.

And don't get me started on ET when ET looks like he's gunna die.

And on a more personal level, seeing my Dad in Lewisham hospital, when I had brought my Mum up from Margate to see him, and he was on a breathing machine and not doing well at all. And she held his hand as she left and their fingers parted - I don't think they'd spent a night apart in the 50 years they'd been married. Nope, I'm off.... (he survived).

[Frankito]

Jeesus, you nearly had my going there. I hadn't realised I was holding my breath until I spat all over the screen. Glad to know he pulled through.

[Ted Max]

I was at Heathrow airport once, in the mid-noughties.

There was a Bangladeshi family gathered near the departure gates, surrounding an elderly man and his wife. One by one, the men, women and children walked up and hugged that old couple. The old man touched his heart and then placed the tips of his fingers on the bowed heads of each of the children in turn. Each of the children handed over a single orange flower to the old woman, who wiped their tears with kind, wizened, hands.

Seeing me looking on, one of the women in the party turned to me. She spoke as if she knew me. Perhaps she dd.

"They're going home," she said. "After thirty-five years in this country they're returning to a land built of their memories. They've built four businesses, one for each of their sons. Both their daughters are married and they have more grandchildren than we have names in the family. He has made more than a life in this country, he has made dozens of lives; carved them from hard, grey English stone and moulded them from damp, red English clay. Now he longs to return to his own soft dark earth, to be carried by the warm rains and washed, clean, into the rich emptiness of the Bay of Bengal."

As she spoke, the children started up a low song, with words I didn't understand. Its mounrful melody lifted and fell in slow time like a tropical tide, while tributaries of song poured in from the adults, eddying and swirling like the confluences of the Brahmaputra. Many of the workers at the airport, responding to these ancient Bengali cadences, joined in too in respectful tones. A Delta of emotions was carrying this old couple, supporting and forming them like two tiny, perfect pieces of silt, joined and yet separate, atoms of humanity, into the welcome of eternity.

"That's amazing," I said. "But could you get a fucken move on, my flight leaves in 40 minutes."

[RosieH]

Ted Max you are a massive bastard.

Funny though.

[Annette Curtain]

I was on a building site years ago ( in the days before I took such care of my nails & stuff ) when the foremans son came in, head down & obviously upset.There must have been 20 odd guys sitting around at tea break.

The dad put his arm round his son's neck and in a deep but warm northern tone said..

" Aye, has she finished it son ? "

"Aye dad, she has" replied the boy, wiping away the tears from his dust covered face.

" HAA...UNLUCKY " he boomed, punching the boy in the belly.He walked of laughing, leaving his son humiliated in the middle of all the workers.

" You've gone all soft " shouted the father " now back to work "

I had to laugh, It couldn't have happened to a nicer fellow.

Nette:)