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When was the last time you cried?

Ulysses

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Had my first weepy session in several years last night. I heard that my friends baby only survived 1 1/2 days after the birth after getting a fatal infection shortly after birth. Came as a total shock to me as i saw the pictures. Just wanted to know when was the last time people here cried. I think mine was about 7 years ago when my Grandfather past away until last night.

Lovely depressing subject for a Tuesday.
 
Mine was at Basildon train station back in March on the platform on the way to Dagenham v Hereford. Had problems at school, had a massive barney with my mentor and just stormed out because he was basically saying I wasnt committed etc.
 
Mine was my Grandads funeral about two years ago - Was gutted.....

Before that it was when I found out Ldn Fatso had brought the season ticket for the seat next door to ours.
 
The end of Rocky Balboa.

'But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward.'
 
About 3 months ago when i caught my todger in my zip. I was pi$$ed at the time so was a bit careless zipping up.:O
 
14 years ago, after a big row with my parents. Weirdly, it's as if my tear-ducts have been on strike ever since. It's most odd - I can't explain why.

Still, that row I had was nothing on the scale of the thread opener, though... I feel so sad for your mates, Ulysees - it's like a big black cloud has just come into the room.

:(

Matt
 
There's crying and there's crying. You only have to put a Disney film on or for something to happen like Vera dying on Corry for me to start filling up and madly dabbing at my eyes, on the other hand I have a real good hormonal bawl probably a couple of times a year. "Proper" crying i.e. there's a justifiable reason for it - when my second (and last) child left junior school at the end of year 6. We've been fortunate not to have any real traumas in the family in the last 3 or 4 years.
 
Had my first weepy session in several years last night. I heard that my friends baby only survived 1 1/2 days after the birth after getting a fatal infection shortly after birth. Came as a total shock to me as i saw the pictures. Just wanted to know when was the last time people here cried. I think mine was about 7 years ago when my Grandfather past away until last night.

Lovely depressing subject for a Tuesday.

God's honest truth, the last time I cried was in similar circumstances. About three years ago, my dearest and closest friend (and his wife) found out that their baby had died only a matter of hours before they had to deliver it. Not only did my friend's wife have to go through child-birth, but she had to do it knowing that they'd only ever get to hold their dead baby son, Brandon, for a short while.

My mate phoned me to say there was a problem, but not to come down. I piled into the car anyway and bombed it down to the hospital, where we stood in the corridor crying like children. They split up about a year later.

What made it worse is that they would have been amazing parents. When you think about some of the pond-life that have had kids and don't treat them well, it just fills me with rage.

Huge lump in my throat typing this...
 
I didn't cry as such (I wasn't sobbing or wailing), but as Mrs Uxbridge and her dad started their walk down the aisle on our wedding day, the floodgates well and truly opened.

EDIT - seeing the above post reminded me of Bobby Robson's speech at the BBC Sports Personality of the Year show last December. I got a bit teary then too. Soft b**tard.
 
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The end of Rocky Balboa.

'But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward.'

I should explain that there is a bit more to this than me being a soft *** bag 'o' ****e. The speech that Rocky gives to his son, about taking responsibility for the problems in your life, really hit home to me, having battled drug addiction for some time. I was on a real low the day that I watched it, and desperate for a fix, hating the world that made me feel bad about spunking my kids' university money up the wall on Bolivia's finest. 'Cold turkey' from cocaine makes you an emotional basket case anyway, at least that's my experience. When Rocky gets to his feet in the final round, remembering the advice he had given his son that you need to 'keep moving forward', I was in a state bordering on emotional hysteria. It was very therapeutic however, and if it's stupid to be motivated and emotionally cleansed by a Rocky movie, then I like stupid.

If having read this, you find my lack of sympathy for Mark Speight somewhat hypocritical, let me make the case for my defence. I nearly killed myself with drugs, and put my family and my children through hell. I thought about suicide many times, but always resisted. My loved ones had suffered enough, and it was my fault. Now was the time to act like a man and makes things right. Speight didn't do that. He ran.
 
I feel almost stupid for putting this, but mine was when i phoned my dad from the pub after we'd beaten Lincoln in Cardiff ... though reading some of the tales on here the next time might be in about 5 minutes time
 
I am ashamed to say that at both my Granddads funerals i never cried at all, and to this day i have always felt guilty about that.

The only time i can remember crying was when my son was born and the nurse plonked him in my arms.
 

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