Fiery Jack Posted February 25, 2002 Report Share Posted February 25, 2002 'Fiery Jack' is the title of a single released in 1980 by the English (Mancunian) punk band The Fall. My mates mockingly bestowed it on me as a nickname because I was a bit of a wild intemperate character in those days, sex and booze and rock'n'roll, and so on. An older but not much wiser 22 years down the line, not much (bar the waistline) has changed, so neither has the handle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 25, 2002 Report Share Posted February 25, 2002 Vtom,'TMI' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 25, 2002 Report Share Posted February 25, 2002 Well aren't we all in LOS seeking something? Plus I'm an Aussie, and there was a very popular band here called The Seekers - tho slightly before my time. Also the name (albeit spelt differently) of a superb 80s porn star. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iono Posted February 25, 2002 Report Share Posted February 25, 2002 In my past life's work I was a frequencey manager/spectrum engineer. Propagating frequencies bouncing them off the ionosphere. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bushman Posted February 25, 2002 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2002 Belgium Boy I think you are correct. I am much older than you and yet I still feel young. It is all in the mind.This board will keep you thinking young. Bush Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 25, 2002 Report Share Posted February 25, 2002 I wanted a name that accurately reflected my lifestyle and described the kind of bars I frequent, so the word "toilets" came to mind. But it was already taken (or should that be "engaged"?), so I went for an anagram of "toilets" instead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bibblies Posted February 26, 2002 Report Share Posted February 26, 2002 quote: Originally posted by lazyphil: cos i am I love your signature. I was just thinking that a signatures was a shit idea, but you came up with a classy one. To old guys: you're old. Accept it. If you're generally not referred to as "young man", you're not young. And anything over 31 is old. Thinking that you're still young isn't enough. Jeez, so you're the old guys still dancing in Nana Disco.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BelgianBoy Posted February 26, 2002 Report Share Posted February 26, 2002 quote: Originally posted by bibblies: To old guys: you're old. Accept it. If you're generally not referred to as "young man", you're not young. And anything over 31 is old. Thinking that you're still young isn't enough. Jeez, so you're the old guys still dancing in Nana Disco.. Jeeez, here we go again...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stickman Posted February 26, 2002 Report Share Posted February 26, 2002 The source of the name goes back about thirteen years, back when I was a student and had a part-time job... I used to work in a cinema as a doorman / usher, a fun after school job that used to bring me a bit of pocket money. It was a nice scene - lots of others the same age worked there and you got to see all of the newest movies for free which at the time was a great perk. The cinema was a very popular movie house, set right in the middle of the city and was also a somewhat famous landmark. I don't know why, but we used to get lots of crazies coming to the cinema, including some eccentrics and real weirdoes. There was one fellow in particular who I used to be intrigued by. He was an oldish man, probably in his 60's and retired. He used to walk up and down the main street of the city, perhaps going to catch a movie at another cinema or to pick up some groceries or do some shopping. He was always well dressed in a jacket and tie, if somewhat unfashionable, even at that time. However, the poor old devil walked with the assistance of a walking stick. Where he wandered remained a mystery to me but there was something about him that fascinated me. I have always been drawn to the unusual and eccentric folk really intrigue me. One day I was just perching at the entrance to the cinema, bored, as most of my colleagues had gone home for the evening. I saw this fellow walking past and I thought I'd flash my torch at him. He was actually on the opposite side of the road heading away from the cinema but I had a big beasty torch (the doorman's weapon). I was quite surprised when he looked up, saw me, or at least the torch flashing, and changed direction so that he was now heading straight towards the cinema. This should be interesting I thought... He wandered across the road and stood outside the large glass doors for what seemed like an eternity, peering in to see what was happening inside. And then all hell broke loose. The old codger swung his walking stick with all of his might and there was this large crack as the stick smashed against the glass door. I'll never know how but that pane of glass refused to yield. The old codger spies me looking at him, no doubt with a mixture of bewilderment, trepidation and fascination on my face. He then opens the door to the cinema and starts yelling all sorts of obscenities at the only person present in the foyer - ME! He starts screaming how you (the cinema staff?) are all a bunch of filthy perverts and so on. At this point, the manager, a sizeable man with an imposing stature, comes running around the corner from his office and screams at me, "Who the hell let him in"? "He just came in now", I replied. I didn't feel it was the time to admit to my seemingly heinous crime of antagonising this man, this man with the stick, this Stickman! The manager bellowed at this old guy to "get the fxxx out of here before I fill you in"! The Stickman (the old guy) looked at him with utter indifference, bordering on disdain before deciding to go on his way but not before questioning the validity of the manager's parentage. Now I was quite matey with the manager and him and I used to have quite a few laughs together. He came over and told me a story about The Stickman. Apparently this old codger was something of a pervert in his younger years and used to like to visit prostitutes and have all sorts of kinky sex. He waffled on about how this guy was known as The Stickman and that one should avoid him as not only was he a pervert, a recluse and a general weirdo, but he also liked to swing his stick around and whack people with it - and apparently was quite adept at that too. As the manager upped and left to return to the relative tranquility of his office, he muttered something along the lines of "and don't you antagonise him again you little shit"... When I first started writing the information on my site, I sort of thought that it was a little perverted and I thought back to The Original Stickman and thought, well, I can hardly put my real name on here so what name will I use? Aha, I'll be Stickman and so the name was born. Stick Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Kev Posted February 26, 2002 Report Share Posted February 26, 2002 My name is Kevin and I'm well-hung. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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