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klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

Car and knew isn't really right as a comparison.  It's objects not verbs as  far as I've seen.

Okay. Fine. Whatever. You may be correct. Mea culpa. I honestly did not know such details. But to be quite frank, I honestly really don't care about the details. Because it misses my point, which was not about diagnosis, and was and still is:

Dementia is not something to joke about.

I hope, trust and expect we can agree. 

Yes, we can agree.   But not to worry.

I am interested to share stories on folks with dementia and care - either here or overseas.

It's a hot topic recently in the Fluffy World.

fluffy2560 wrote:

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

I could make a joke about dementia,

I saw many places to make a joke in the discussion about dementia.

Such as, mistaking words. I never car that was possible.....

But dementia is not something to joke about.   

Car and knew isn't really right as a comparison.  It's objects not verbs as  far as I've seen.  Might work to say "But joke is not something to dementia about".

My bro's MIL  (90) just asked (apparently) if her ghetto blaster was a kettle. My bro said she was not to use it until it had been descaled. Sort of funny but sad all at the same time.  Apparently she asked the same question several times in the past month.  Always a danger she'd try and put water in it.  Might be because of the colour - chromed plastic look same as a metal kettle.

I'm in my late 50s and I get mixed up sometimes when I have to think fast. I might say building instead of house or office block.  It's probably just "senior moments".  I've always likened it to the index being missing.  The link between the object and the word is getting muddled or the search takes longer than it used to.  Not sure that model really works. 

I sometimes have to look up stuff which I've always known but for some reason escapes me for that instant.   I think possibly these older memories are lost if we don't use them.  Quite strange.

I think living in a land that is not your native land or language can confuse anyone.
Sometimes I do not hear anyone speaking English in person for days and days.
My husband sometimes uses the wrong words in English or takes moments to think of the right word, I am picking up that habit too.
I now often don't even want to talk to strangers in English because I fell out of practice.

No fear though after only one day in my homeland I will chat to almost anyone.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

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I now often don't even want to talk to strangers in English because I fell out of practice.

No fear though after only one day in my homeland I will chat to almost anyone.

The Fluffy Crew were in the UK over the summer and the Fluffyettes commented on how "chatty" I was with everyone.  It makes a difference being in your home environment!

We get a lot of visitors here some of whom we think are only hanging out to practice their English.  But they are all nice really.   We've got some really good speakers around here and some terrible ones.  Of course not the same as chatting on one's own turf.

I no longer seem to enjoy speaking with most Hungarians who want to practice English on me.
Used to be alright but lately I no longer seem to have the patience for people questioning me about words and why and so forth.
I'm not a teacher after all.
Sometimes people say the dumbest things to me and I'm at a loss for words.
When we met our neighbor several years back, his English was very good, he had worked in the US and in the UK.
He was however an idiot and I don't care how many degrees he had.
When he found out I was from the US this is what he said to me out of anything he could of said or asked, " The Black Man in America  is King".
That's what he said to me, like what on earth does that even mean?
Someone was watching too much MTV!

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

I no longer seem to enjoy speaking with most Hungarians who want to practice English on me.
Used to be alright but lately I no longer seem to have the patience for people questioning me about words and why and so forth.
I'm not a teacher after all.
Sometimes people say the dumbest things to me and I'm at a loss for words.
When we met our neighbor several years back, his English was very good, he had worked in the US and in the UK.
He was however an idiot and I don't care how many degrees he had.
When he found out I was from the US this is what he said to me out of anything he could of said or asked, " The Black Man in America  is King".
That's what he said to me, like what on earth does that even mean?
Someone was watching too much MTV!

I am British, English, Marilyn as you know, and I have huge number of books of quotations. I have no idea what that would mean either. I know that "In the City of the Blind, the One-Eyed Man is King", or that so forth, but it makes absolutely no sense

I think purely a racist statement, that some idiot English person thinks that the whole of America is Black (people of colour, I don't mind how people self-identify). As if there weren't white people that we imported, hispanics that came up from Mexico, etc etc etc. Just a purely racist and ignorant statement, in my view. Not, certainly, a common British/English idiom.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

The Black Man in America  is King".
That's what he said to me, like what on earth does that even mean?
Someone was watching too much MTV!

Well you have in Hungary a brand of sweeties/candies called "Negro" and they are quite nice... Anyway if the Black Man in America is King, who is going to play the Ace?

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

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He was however an idiot and I don't care how many degrees he had.
When he found out I was from the US this is what he said to me out of anything he could of said or asked, " The Black Man in America  is King".
That's what he said to me, like what on earth does that even mean?
Someone was watching too much MTV!

Why didn't you ask him what he meant?

Maybe it was some odd reference to Rodney King or even MLK (Martin Luther King). Or a black Elvis.   Or some movie reference. Probably just being a smartass except it backfired if no-one understands the reference.

The only reference I could find which could explain it is black slang - calling someone King or Queen amongst black American culture or music. 

I don't really know for sure. Means nothing to me.

No mental gymnastics required really , my neighbor is just a lame a** idiot.
Period!!
He probably was referring to "gansta rap" or something he thought was ,"cool" Jack a** that is is!
I sort of feel "badly " for this "dude" because e he would go off to either the UK or the US to work while leaving his wife in the flat for months alone at a time.
While if he wasn't such a jack a** I could of saved him years of misery by informing him what a skank he had.
We often heard very loud sounds through the walls, sound of passion which seemed odd coming from their living space and not heir BD...
I am not a nosey neighbor but sometime,one can't help but hear things they do not wish to even know about...
If he was nice young man we would of told him in a nice way to be aware of his Hoe wife...No problem the one night he went off the rails screaming his head off and seeing her leaving with her bags was enough to know he finally woke up.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

No mental gymnastics required really , my neighbor is just a lame a** idiot.
Period!!
He probably was referring to "gansta rap" or something he thought was ,"cool" Jack a** that is is!
I sort of feel "badly " for this "dude" because e he would go off to either the UK or the US to work while leaving his wife in the flat for months alone at a time.
While if he wasn't such a jack a** I could of saved him years of misery by informing him what a skank he had.
We often heard very loud sounds through the walls, sound of passion which seemed odd coming from their living space and not heir BD...
I am not a nosey neighbor but sometime,one can't help but hear things they do not wish to even know about...
If he was nice young man we would of told him in a nice way to be aware of his Hoe wife...No problem the one night he went off the rails screaming his head off and seeing her leaving with her bags was enough to know he finally woke up.

Haha, I find that quite amusing.   If she was on  her own, no wonder she was getting bored sitting there like a vegetable.  If they didn't have kids or anything to hold them back, then she could have gone with him!  Mrs Fluffy and I travelled extensively to places where I was working.  We always used to do stuff at the weekend to make the most of some of the obscure places we found ourselves. 

But anyway, yes, I think it's gangsta rap BS.  It's not really something people would come across here or in the UK so he must have picked it in the US but where the hell was he hanging out? Detroit?  What a turkey!

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

We often heard very loud sounds through the walls, sound of passion which seemed odd coming from their living space and not heir BD...
I am not a nosey neighbor but sometime,one can't help but hear things they do not wish to even know about...

Neither am I a nosey neighbour, I hope not, I get on well with my neighbours but give them their privacy. However, one of them has a window that overlooks my garden, it is from their kitchen or bathroom. I think technically it shouldn't be there and I could get it blocked up or whatever, but it causes no trouble, but in the summer they tend to leave it open a bit, and in the evenings about 8pm you can hear them singing to their child, presumably in the bathtub.

It is not loud but to hear parents singing to their child in the bath is delightful. I don't know what they are singing, not only because it is Hungarian but of course it echos off the walls etc etc before getting out the window, but they sing to their child in the bath each night. I think that is just lovely.

fluffy2560 wrote:

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

Car and knew isn't really right as a comparison.  It's objects not verbs as  far as I've seen.

Okay. Fine. Whatever. You may be correct. Mea culpa. I honestly did not know such details. But to be quite frank, I honestly really don't care about the details. Because it misses my point, which was not about diagnosis, and was and still is:

Dementia is not something to joke about.

I hope, trust and expect we can agree. 

Yes, we can agree.   But not to worry.

I am interested to share stories on folks with dementia and care - either here or overseas.

It's a hot topic recently in the Fluffy World.

Why is Dementia not something to joke about? We can make jokes - and in real life too - about anything. When you make a joke about something, it doesn't mean you don't take it seriously. If you didn't care, you wouldn't bother making a joke about it.

My grandmother had senile dementia and she couldn't recognise even her own daughter, my mother, towards the end of her life. I think that is not a life worth living, that is my view. My own mother, in my opinion fortunately, died of something else before dementia set in. She was such a clever woman - no degrees or qualifications or anything, just a generally very bright and able woman - that dementia, she would no longer have been my mother but just this bundle of flesh being kept alive by modern medicine in a care home. That is no way to live. If you have quality of life, fine, but as Ecclesiastes says, "I returned also under the sun, and saw that the race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor yet riches to the wise, nor yet peace to men of understanding, but time and chance happeneth to all", or something like that. I don't think it is actually right that we keep people alive beyond their due date. I don't mean she was in hospital on a life support machine - of course we should do that for people who have had accidents etc. But people grow old AND THEY DIE. You will, I will. Accept it. Don't need to prolong it with years and years of medication when someone has no quality of life.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

Sometimes people say the dumbest things to me and I'm at a loss for words.
When we met our neighbor several years back, his English was very good, he had worked in the US and in the UK.
He was however an idiot and I don't care how many degrees he had.
When he found out I was from the US this is what he said to me out of anything he could of said or asked, " The Black Man in America  is King".

I would probably have said - and your accent probably would give you away a bit - what part of the States are you from? Oh, Colorado (or wherever) that's interesting, I haven't been there, what is it like there? And that is how you start a conversation.... Oh, Idaho, home of the potato... Noiew Joisey, whatever, and you get a conversation going.

I have also found that I am always from London. This is a bit understandable, my family are all from London and I have a very cockney accent, my mother was born within the sound of Bow Bells, but just that "foreigners" have only heard of "London". If I said well actually I was born in a hospital in Welwyn Garden City (which is about 20 miles/30km north of London) nobody has ever heard of it.... it makes a right nuisance on official forms in Hungary because of the two W's (W not being used in Hungarian alphabet except for foreign words and old words like Wesselenyi), and the "wy" they are constantly misspelling it as "V". So it is just easier to say that I am from London. Are you from London? Yes.... That London and England and Britain are the same place. No, actually I lived in Stow cum Quy and Six Mile Bottom tends not to get you very far.... especially when for seven years I lived in West Wratting... I seem to be cursed, in Hungary, to have lived in places with W's in them

One of the peculiar things about England is that we have PubNav. Of course, please do not drink and drive - have a drink or have a drive but please do not mix the two. But all directions are given by pubs. You go past the Red Lion, then you will see the Green Man on your right, take the second to last turning on your left, and if you have got to the end of the street, you've gone too far, reverse, hang a left at the Black Cat Roundabout, will be the first on your left just after the place where the cinema used to be... if you get to a fork in the road, take it, and then just past the King Bill there will be a little sidestreet that nobody knows... then the world is your lobster, go down there, take another right, come out opposite The Crown and you're laughing, straight home....

There is a pub in Budapest, near Keleti station, called the Derby. It is on the main street, on Baross tér, so I am not giving any secrets away there - I know the landlord and landlady and get on well with them. It was my wife's Dad's drinking haunt, not that he drank much (he was diabetic) but that he would have a little swiftie after work.

I have never worked out why it is called the Derby. I mean, is it the Derby the races, in both America an UK, or the city in the UK, or what it is, of all the names you could think of, why would you come up with that one? For one thing, "Derby" in British English is pronounced like DAAAARBY whereas Americans pronounce it like DER, BEE so you already have a confusion even to foreigners. Even though it is close to a lot of the main hotels there, they don't tend to use it much, it is very much a local's pub and one of my favourites.

I have another favourite but it is my little secret so I am not going to tell you. It is the worst pub in the world, it stinks, people smoke in it, the pool table has baize that could have come off the back of a mammoth, there are never any bar staff and the selection of drinks is appalling, tthey don't do any food and rarely can make change out of a 2.000 note if you hand it over for your pohar. I love it exactly for that reason. Apart from not having pictures of dogs playing poker, it is perfect.

SimonTrew wrote:

There is a pub in Budapest, near Keleti station, called the Derby. It is on the main street, on Baross tér, so I am not giving any secrets away there - I know the landlord and landlady and get on well with them. It was my wife's Dad's drinking haunt, not that he drank much (he was diabetic) but that he would have a little swiftie after work.

I have never worked out why it is called the Derby. I mean, is it the Derby the races, in both America an UK, or the city in the UK, or what it is, of all the names you could think of, why would you come up with that one? For one thing, "Derby" in British English is pronounced like DAAAARBY whereas Americans pronounce it like DER, BEE so you already have a confusion even to foreigners. Even though it is close to a lot of the main hotels there, they don't tend to use it much, it is very much a local's pub and one of my favourites.

I have another favourite but it is my little secret so I am not going to tell you. It is the worst pub in the world, it stinks, people smoke in it, the pool table has baize that could have come off the back of a mammoth, there are never any bar staff and the selection of drinks is appalling, tthey don't do any food and rarely can make change out of a 2.000 note if you hand it over for your pohar. I love it exactly for that reason. Apart from not having pictures of dogs playing poker, it is perfect.

The pub is probably called, Derby" because the race track was across the st.
It is still there but parts have been used to build the Arena Plaza Mall.
We have driven to the back side where the public now enters and have spent a few nice afternoons out there.
Not exactly Santa Anita race track but cute and sweet. I like looking at the older buildings which are no longer used, hope they don't decide to tear them down .
In the front of Arena Plaza you can still see where they left 2 betting booths in the front of the mall.They also have a bronze statue of a jockey and horse with buggy, some jack a**has somehow stolen the horse reins off the thing...
During the holocaust when Hungary rounded up the Jews, they held them on the land that is now part of the mall and still part of the field area.
When they were building they found little buried treasures hidden where people tried to hide their items before taking the train out of keliti to their deaths. Guess they were hoping to come back and dig up their  wealth to start over with after the war was over.
Not sure if any buried treasure is still undiscovered but more then likely it has all been found before they started construction on the mall .
That's one thing about HUngary I enjoy, finding out the history and stories behind things.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

The pub is probably called, Derby" because the race track was across the st.
It is still there but parts have been used to build the Arena Plaza Mall.

That is a pretty cute guess and I shouldn't be surprised if you are right. There is a statue at the front of that with a horse and jockey, in I think steel I don't think it is bronze, but yes that was the hippodrome or racetrack... so you could well be right (I think hippodrome is both Greek and Hungarian for racecourse, hippos is horse, like hippopotamus, water horse... ) some idiot managed to steal or vandalise his whip a couple of years ago. I don't like these posh malls, there is never anywhere to sit down and rest your boots and have a cigarette and half a pint of beer, and only the big chain stores, but yeah, you might be right on that one.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

The pub is probably...

Also with these big malls (I know the American but don't really know what they are called in Hungarian, the word they seem to settle on is "Center" with the American spelling, like "Polus Center" and there is another in Buda, well two in a way, Újbuda Kőzpont and a Újbuda Center, yeah now that is a confusing way to name things... I have then to to be careful no I meant "Center" in the English not "Kőzpont" in the Hungarian.... before you end up in the wrong place...) but there is never any place to sit or watch the world go by, of course not, that what they want is you in the shops spending money, not sitting and watching the world go by.

What is this life if, full of care/ We have no time to stand and stare? W. H. Davies.

SimonTrew wrote:

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

The pub is probably called, Derby" because the race track was across the st.
It is still there but parts have been used to build the Arena Plaza Mall.

That is a pretty cute guess and I shouldn't be surprised if you are right. There is a statue at the front of that with a horse and jockey, in I think steel I don't think it is bronze, but yes that was the hippodrome or racetrack... so you could well be right (I think hippodrome is both Greek and Hungarian for racecourse, hippos is horse, like hippopotamus, water horse... ) some idiot managed to steal or vandalise his whip a couple of years ago. I don't like these posh malls, there is never anywhere to sit down and rest your boots and have a cigarette and half a pint of beer, and only the big chain stores, but yeah, you might be right on that one.

I try to avoid wandering inside any shopping malls , just go into Tesco and get out ASAP.
I used to spend far too much time and money inside malls in the 1980's.
Never left one without spending on something and finding something I was going to buy after asking my husband.
Had a rule, if it cost more then $100. I had to ask him.
These days my sex-shopping addiction is still a sore subject.
I mentioned before I sometimes had to actually go to work to pay off my bills.
I'd quit as soon as I had them paid off only to start again...Malls= danger.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

That's one thing about HUngary I enjoy, finding out the history and stories behind things.

Me too. I went out yesterday to get a spare part for my steam cleaner, and went past a second hand bookshop, antiquarium (wrong spelling I imagine) and just picked up a couple of encylopaedias of Hungary's history, these are second hand books not in great condition but just for the fun of it, and it has Stalin and Marx - you know the one, the fifth of the Marx brothers, there was Groucho, Harpo, Zeppo, Chico, and Karl although he seems to be something of an unseen character - and the missus was flicking through it this morning, it was printed in 1974 by Kossuth, and is VERY communist according to her. I don't know what entry she happened to flick to, but she said apparently UK was Communist from 1948 until the present day... hmmm.... not QUITE right. There is an entry I think for the British Communist Party I am not sure which one she was looking up, they still exist and get about ten votes at each election, but again she is translating from Hungarian and was in a hurry getting ready for work, shut the book and I have not seen the entry myself. Printed by Kossuth in 1974 so very Communist I imagine in tone, but I was busy getting spare parts for my steam cleaner so haven't had a chance to read them.

I love going around and seeing the architecture. Around here in XV district there are so many statues, cenotaphs, to war heros etc. (Shouldn't remind them that they have always been on the losing side ) and they are beautiful. If you want to see the world, all you have to do is use your eyes and look. The world is beautiful, if you just look at it.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

These days my sex-shopping addiction is still a sore subject..

Well I didn't realise we had become a porn site, and I am not sure what you are buying at sex shops to make your husband sore....  You know, Vaseline tends to act as a decent unguent, nostrum or lubricant, but if that doesn't work for you, try a bit of Swarfega

SimonTrew wrote:

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

These days my sex-shopping addiction is still a sore subject..

Well I didn't realise we had become a porn site, and I am not sure what you are buying at sex shops to make your husband sore....  You know, Vaseline tends to act as a decent unguent, nostrum or lubricant, but if that doesn't work for you, try a bit of Swarfega

OMG!!! I even shocked myself, that was defo a typo!!!!!!!!!!
I must of let my "demented" mind slip once again!!!
Meant to say sick addition ... Honestly!
Freudian slip and a big one at that!
I now someone who actually does go sex shopping in malls but not even sure why I wrote that!!!
I wish to delete my comment!!! Big time delete !
That was funny though a total mind slip!!!!
Never ever would I even think of doing that anywhere let alone in a mall!
That was a funny thing to write , hope everyone gets a good laugh on me!!
I'll blame it on lack of a good nights sleep and mixing my drinks yesterday.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

SimonTrew wrote:

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

These days my sex-shopping addiction is still a sore subject..

Well I didn't realise we had become a porn site, and I am not sure what you are buying at sex shops to make your husband sore....  You know, Vaseline tends to act as a decent unguent, nostrum or lubricant, but if that doesn't work for you, try a bit of Swarfega

OMG!!! I even shocked myself, that was defo a typo!!!!!!!!!!
I must of let my "demented" mind slip once again!!!
Meant to say sick addition ... Honestly!
I now someone who actually does go sex shopping in malls but not even sure why I wrote that!!!
I wish to delete my comment!!! Big time delete !
That was funny though a total mind slip!!!!
Never ever would I even think of doing that anywhere let alone in a mall!
That was a funny thing to write though, hope everyone gets a good laugh on me!!

Don't worry Marilyn we all love you. No harm will have been done. I  deliberately joked against it so that if you see what I mean it made it funny (not very) instead of a serious remark etc,... so don't fret about it, Marilyn. Chill out, cool down, listen to some blues or something, and tomorrow will be another day.

It is so nice around here that people plant flowers out, I have not had the chance uch this year, I had a try but have not done very well with them, but to walk down the street and see all the autumn/fall flowers coming out, and they smell so beautiful and look so pretty, I just am usually covered in merde from picking up others' rubbish/trash, I was out for a walk at half past four this morning and people are off to work, and the smell of the begonias and the fuschias and what people have planted in their front bits, is so nice and fragrant, I cannot describe, and the beauty there are some beautiful roses that are coming into bud now, one is blooming, a beautiful pink rose, but many are still in bud, and if you can't appreciate a flower then you can't appreciate anything. All you have to do is LOOK and see the beauty of the world around you.

I planted some stem roses in my garden at my country house about three years ago. They are now getting there, going strong, up the fence. In a few years, they will have blooms like had just come off the ration. I have put in some walnuts and pollarded my trees, at the right time, and they will blossom and bloom. I don't have any fruit trees, but they will be OK, I have to work with what I have. A fat nagging wife, a shit house, and no friends.... er.... OK....

SimonTrew wrote:

Why is Dementia not something to joke about?

Some people have maturity, good taste and manners which respect those with a debilitating illness.

Others don't.

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

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Not exactly Santa Anita race track but cute and sweet. I like looking at the older buildings which are no longer used, hope they don't decide to tear them down .
In the front of Arena Plaza you can still see where they left 2 betting booths in the front of the mall.They also have a bronze statue of a jockey and horse with buggy, some jack a**has somehow stolen the horse reins off the thing...
During the holocaust when Hungary rounded up the Jews, they held them on the land that is now part of the mall and still part of the field area.
When they were building they found little buried treasures hidden where people tried to hide their items before taking the train out of keliti to their deaths. Guess they were hoping to come back and dig up their  wealth to start over with after the war was over.
Not sure if any buried treasure is still undiscovered but more then likely it has all been found before they started construction on the mall .
That's one thing about HUngary I enjoy, finding out the history and stories behind things.

I think that's a brilliant post Marilyn.

I'm going to see that place in a new light!

SimonTrew wrote:

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Why is Dementia not something to joke about? We can make jokes - and in real life too - about anything. When you make a joke about something, it doesn't mean you don't take it seriously. If you didn't care, you wouldn't bother making a joke about it.

My grandmother had senile dementia and she couldn't recognise even her own daughter, my mother, towards the end of her life. I think that is not a life worth living, that is my view. My own mother, in my opinion fortunately, died of something else before dementia set in. She was such a clever woman - no degrees or qualifications or anything, just a generally very bright and able woman - that dementia, she would no longer have been my mother but just this bundle of flesh being kept alive by modern medicine in a care home. That is no way to live. If you have quality of life, fine, but as Ecclesiastes says, "I returned also under the sun, and saw that the race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor yet riches to the wise, nor yet peace to men of understanding, but time and chance happeneth to all", or something like that. I don't think it is actually right that we keep people alive beyond their due date. I don't mean she was in hospital on a life support machine - of course we should do that for people who have had accidents etc. But people grow old AND THEY DIE. You will, I will. Accept it. Don't need to prolong it with years and years of medication when someone has no quality of life.

People die of the complications of dementia. I don't think people make jokes about cancer.  It's just too serious.  While it all seems superficially amusing that the behaviour can be odd and strange, dementia is just observing someone being wasted away on a slow route to inevitable death.  Not funny.

Cheerful subject on a nice sunny and very warm day.

klsallee wrote:

SimonTrew wrote:

Why is Dementia not something to joke about?

Some people have maturity, good taste and manners which respect those with a debilitating illness.

Others don't.

I think I do have good taste, maturity and manners. That a particular illness is not something to joke about, I cannot accept that. I help people in wheelchairs on and off buses every day, I help people who cannot see or cannot hear, every day. Senile Dementia is not "special", it is just another disease. Jewish people make Jew jokes, have you never heard of Mel Brooks? There are PLENTY of comedians who make jokes about diseases, have you not heard of the Australian Adam Hills who has a prosthetic leg, he had a whole SERIES on Channel 4 (UK) called "The Last Leg" and he is very funny. I do not think that you should somehow single out one particular illness or disease and say "no, that is unacceptable". If you do want to, just report me and I will argue it with the admins. I have friends who have dyslexia, colourblindness, are deaf and blind - they will joke about that.

So I don't really think your particular take on saying "it is not something to joke about" is worth a forint.I also know people who are black, or gypsy, or have all kinds of other discriminiation that is not their fault. It is ABSOLUTELY the point to joke about it, that is how you change it, it is a political point, that you change things through satire or jokes sometimes. Do you think I disrespect the people that I help off the bus or speak in Sign too (not very well because I don't know Hungarian Sign well, but a couple were in the pub yesterday and I could sign Hello and Goodbye and what would you like etc)? Do you know what disabilities I have, because I don't mention them?

But it's up to you, just report me for being some kind of I dunno antidementianist or something.

SimonTrew wrote:

A fat nagging wife, a shit house, and no friends.... er.... OK....

Hmm if the wife can manage to get her arse out of the shit-house perhaps we might get some friends, or at least I might get my newspaper back.

fluffy2560 wrote:

Marilyn Tassy wrote:

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I now often don't even want to talk to strangers in English because I fell out of practice.

No fear though after only one day in my homeland I will chat to almost anyone.

The Fluffy Crew were in the UK over the summer and the Fluffyettes commented on how "chatty" I was with everyone.  It makes a difference being in your home environment!

We get a lot of visitors here some of whom we think are only hanging out to practice their English.  But they are all nice really.   We've got some really good speakers around here and some terrible ones.  Of course not the same as chatting on one's own turf.

I call it "switching" but there is probably some technical, linguistic term for it that you have to "switch" between one language and another. It is very good, now they will be bilingual genuinely if they have learned Hungarian and now learned some English. I would by no means call myself bilingual I just study languages, which is a different thing, a cunning linguist, but to have your children bilingual is absolutely brilliant. Not just for Hungarian, but now you have two completely different languages so there brains will be totally "unwired" and they can learn German or French or Japanese or Cantonese very easily. Absolutely the right thing to do.

SimonTrew wrote:

klsallee wrote:

SimonTrew wrote:

Why is Dementia not something to joke about?

Some people have maturity, good taste and manners which respect those with a debilitating illness.

Others don't.

I think I do have good taste, maturity and manners. That a particular illness is not something to joke about, I cannot accept that. I help people in wheelchairs on and off buses every day, I help people who cannot see or cannot hear, every day. Senile Dementia is not "special", it is just another disease. Jewish people make Jew jokes, have you never heard of Mel Brooks? There are PLENTY of comedians who make jokes about diseases, have you not heard of the Australian Adam Hills who has a prosthetic leg, he had a whole SERIES on Channel 4 (UK) called "The Last Leg" and he is very funny. I do not think that you should somehow single out one particular illness or disease and say "no, that is unacceptable". If you do want to, just report me and I will argue it with the admins. I have friends who have dyslexia, colourblindness, are deaf and blind - they will joke about that....

But it's up to you, just report me for being some kind of I dunno antidementianist or something.

Ok, but the person making the joke, like that Adam Hills (never heard of him), are probably making jokes about himself.  So if we're laughing, we're laughing WITH him. On the other hand, laughing about dementia is laughing AT someone.  Bit of a difference. 

I don't know of any comedians making light about cancer or necrotising fasciitis.  That's because it's not funny.  And having one leg is not terminal and neither is being deaf or blind etc. But dementia is ultimately going to be part of what will do you in.

Anyway, not sure you're an anti-dementia-ist as you'd be against dementia which we all are too. Sort of a double negative. 

I think I'll stop now.

klsallee wrote:

SimonTrew wrote:

Why is Dementia not something to joke about?

Some people have maturity, good taste and manners which respect those with a debilitating illness.

Others don't.

If, kisallee, you are accusing me of not having maturity, good taste or manners then you are absolutely right. ***

SimonTrew wrote:

....Now, who are you accusing of not having good taste or manners? Because if it is me,***.

Now, now, boys. 

Witty repartee please!

Or Rock 'em Sock 'em robots....at dawn....

***

fluffy2560 wrote:

SimonTrew wrote:

....Now, who are you accusing of not having good taste or manners? Because if it is me,***.

Now, now, boys. 

Witty repartee please!

.

I reported his posts to the moderators. They quickly and correctly responded, and the posts were edited or deleted.

Took screen shots of the full messages. I am personally considering some options. If anyone is in a similar scenario "for fearing revenge", and if interested in pursing it locally, here is a link how to proceed:

http://www.police.hu/en/ugyintezes/mit-tegyek

klsallee wrote:

fluffy2560 wrote:

SimonTrew wrote:

....Now, who are you accusing of not having good taste or manners? Because if it is me,***.

Now, now, boys. 

Witty repartee please!

.

I reported his posts to the moderators. They quickly and correctly responded, and the posts were edited or deleted.

Took screen shots of the full messages. I am personally considering some options. If anyone is in a similar scenario "for fearing revenge", and if interested in pursing it locally, here is a link how to proceed:

http://www.police.hu/en/ugyintezes/mit-tegyek

Ach, really both Simon T and Klsallee?   

Bhvana is right, keep it cool.

It's a lovely day outside, it's nearly the weekend, there's more to life than arguing over matters in this thread - we need trivia and fun more than serious subjects.   

After setting fire to my ironing board and the wood pile while welding the aforementioned board and making Mrs Fluffy laugh at my panic to put out the fire (jeez, was I lucky), I've spent the afternoon looking at videos of Fleetwood Mac's hits on YouTube (I noted that Lindsay Buckingham was kicked out of the band!).  It's one way to spend the afternoon! 

I am now half-heartedly answering work e-mails which as the world turns means some people are still working across the world especially further West and waiting for my answers whereas those East are safely tucked up in bed. 

Oh, and btw, Mick Fleetwood looks positively geriatric now!

I can keep it cool, but I also know how to defend myself. I have maybe gone too far with having squatters moving in next door but one, who I am keeping an eye on, so have my dander up. Next door to me, it took them eighteen months to get the squatters out and went to the High Court and they STILL did not move out and the two boys next door have to now clear out all the rubbish. My dander is up, and it is no doubt my fault, but I look after my neighbours. I have just received today a letter, another dunning bill, from the previous owner's daughter, which we just removed the address from the other day... so I am probably a bit out of sorts but I cannot be perfect every day.

SimonTrew wrote:

I can keep it cool, but I also know how to defend myself. I have maybe gone too far with having squatters moving in next door but one, who I am keeping an eye on, so have my dander up. Next door to me, it took them eighteen months to get the squatters out and went to the High Court and they STILL did not move out and the two boys next door have to now clear out all the rubbish. My dander is up, and it is no doubt my fault, but I look after my neighbours. I have just received today a letter, another dunning bill, from the previous owner's daughter, which we just removed the address from the other day... so I am probably a bit out of sorts but I cannot be perfect every day.

Well the letter is to say that she no longer lives here... so why send it to this address? Send it to almost any other address in Hungary, it is patenly the last address in the world that she is actually going to receive it, but that is the posta for you.

SimonTrew wrote:

....
Well the letter is to say that she no longer lives here... so why send it to this address? Send it to almost any other address in Hungary, it is patently the last address in the world that she is actually going to receive it, but that is the posta for you.

I think it's to confirm that she really has moved.  If she was still there and it was a fake address change then she'd respond to the letter complaining someone had moved her.  They do that in the UK.

IT'S FRIDAY, IT'S FIVE TO FIVE, AND IT'S TIME FOR CRACKERJACK

SimonTrew wrote:

IT'S FRIDAY, IT'S FIVE TO FIVE, AND IT'S TIME FOR CRACKERJACK

Don't, just don't. 

And if you mention Zippy, Bungle or Geoffrey......I don't know what will happen.

But if we're talking Thunderbirds, Trumpton, then well, I'll let you off.

I don't count Mr Ed or My Favourite Martian or Swiss Family Robinson ("book 'em Dano!").