DJ Tim Westwood
Discussion
gizlaroc said:
To be fair, there was always a bit of sexual assault going on in the workplace.
Toughened people up.
I'm a middle aged bloke, so my working career started early '80s. I lost count of the sexual assaults by female colleagues and the occasional gay male. I took it as banter.Toughened people up.
But if there's a few quid in it, who can I sue?
gizlaroc said:
There is a massive difference between taking advantage of your fame to gain boys/girls and trying to groom kids though!
I think anyone over the age of 21 who goes after 16 year olds needs a serious word with themselves, let alone someone in their 30s, 40, or in this case 60s!
Oh fI think anyone over the age of 21 who goes after 16 year olds needs a serious word with themselves, let alone someone in their 30s, 40, or in this case 60s!
k off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...Vanden Saab said:
gizlaroc said:
There is a massive difference between taking advantage of your fame to gain boys/girls and trying to groom kids though!
I think anyone over the age of 21 who goes after 16 year olds needs a serious word with themselves, let alone someone in their 30s, 40, or in this case 60s!
Oh fI think anyone over the age of 21 who goes after 16 year olds needs a serious word with themselves, let alone someone in their 30s, 40, or in this case 60s!
k off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...Thankyou4calling said:
My mum (16) started dating my dad when he was 26.
Married at 18 and 55 years later still going strong.
Should I have a serious word with my Dad or just tell the police?
Married at 18 and 55 years later still going strong.
Should I have a serious word with my Dad or just tell the police?
Vanden Saab said:
Oh fk off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...
Haha. Sorry, I do find it a bit weird that a bloke in his 30s, who has probably been out working for longer than she has been alive to go after a school kid. k off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...Glad they had a nice relationship. But if some 33 year old block had started sniffing round my daughter when she was 16 I would not have felt comfortable with it.
Have you got daughters?
I should add, I think my old man was 28 and my Mum 18 when they met too. Which was back in the 60's.
Still think it is a bit weird.
Louis Balfour said:
I'm a middle aged bloke, so my working career started early '80s. I lost count of the sexual assaults by female colleagues and the occasional gay male. I took it as banter.
But if there's a few quid in it, who can I sue?
I worked in a shoe factory for a summer, us young lads didn't stand a chance. But if there's a few quid in it, who can I sue?
gizlaroc said:
There is a massive difference between taking advantage of your fame to gain boys/girls and trying to groom kids though!
I think anyone over the age of 21 who goes after 16 year olds needs a serious word with themselves, let alone someone in their 30s, 40, or in this case 60s!
Can only imagine how this thread would be going if Westwood was Black or Muslim.I think anyone over the age of 21 who goes after 16 year olds needs a serious word with themselves, let alone someone in their 30s, 40, or in this case 60s!
gizlaroc said:
Thankyou4calling said:
My mum (16) started dating my dad when he was 26.
Married at 18 and 55 years later still going strong.
Should I have a serious word with my Dad or just tell the police?
Married at 18 and 55 years later still going strong.
Should I have a serious word with my Dad or just tell the police?
Vanden Saab said:
Oh fk off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...
Haha. Sorry, I do find it a bit weird that a bloke in his 30s, who has probably been out working for longer than she has been alive to go after a school kid. k off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...Glad they had a nice relationship. But if some 33 year old block had started sniffing round my daughter when she was 16 I would not have felt comfortable with it.
Have you got daughters?
Thankyou4calling said:
Average life expectancy is 80 so middle of that is 40.
Middle aged is 35-45.
If you think at 55 you are middle aged that assumes you anticipate living to 110!
Good luck with that.
I’m 53 but accept there are many who will say middle age is a state of mind too.
I don't make the rules. There is a formal definition.Middle aged is 35-45.
If you think at 55 you are middle aged that assumes you anticipate living to 110!
Good luck with that.
I’m 53 but accept there are many who will say middle age is a state of mind too.
bristolbaron said:
Tony Starks said:
I even remember Ross Kemp doing an appearance at a Southampton night club and saying how he's going to have sex with everyone's girlfriends.
The stories I’ve heard he wasn’t interested in the girlfriends... 
Back in the late nineties a stoke based boy band member was well known to turn up at Keele university after a coke binge to pick up very willing girls for an after party. Sleazy but not illegal.
Back in the day much crassness was met with a roll of the eyes.
biggbn said:
One of my favourite quotes in its entitety, it really hits the mark.
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullst, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back
That’s a simply superb piece of writing.Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bulls
t, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back
I loved that.
Vanden Saab said:
gizlaroc said:
Thankyou4calling said:
My mum (16) started dating my dad when he was 26.
Married at 18 and 55 years later still going strong.
Should I have a serious word with my Dad or just tell the police?
Married at 18 and 55 years later still going strong.
Should I have a serious word with my Dad or just tell the police?
Vanden Saab said:
Oh fk off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...
Haha. Sorry, I do find it a bit weird that a bloke in his 30s, who has probably been out working for longer than she has been alive to go after a school kid. k off... My father was 33 when he met my 17 year old mother... they were married for over 50 years...Glad they had a nice relationship. But if some 33 year old bloke had started sniffing round my daughter when she was 16 I would not have felt comfortable with it.
Have you got daughters?
I still find it a bit strange that a guy in his late 20's would want to be having a relationship with a school kid.
I get that it is legal, just find it a bit weird.
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