Nothing political there Gummy, that was about exploitation of children and a fair days work for a fair days pay. There are millions of happy workers who’s employers give them a fair deal, I had some great bosses in me own day.
Well it’s said that it’s easier for a Camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven, (does that mean heaven is full of paupers and all the wealthy folks are on fire down in the quare place?), however times have changed since that was written.
During medieval times the church would grant indulgences (at a huge price) to the sinning wealthy so on paper at least they were safe.
Seriously, I hate greed and exploitation, it sickens me, some folks never have enough money.
A two humped Camel is called a Bactrian, and a one humped Camel is a dromedary.
What do you call a Camel with no humps?
Hump-free.
Songs about dogs, cats, fish, tigers and lions, but it seems nobody ever bothered to honour the useful Camel with a few bars of a tune, shame.
Here’s as fine specimen of a Bactrian, only one problem, where does one sit?
I dont know ruben I see an opportunity for tourism - back massage on the move - give me ya money darlin give me ya money says he gleefully rubbin his palms - my name is cohen or is that coin?
The wife and me were talking today on the train home about young folks and she’s of the same opinion as myself that todays young folks here are more caring than in our day.
For a start they are more concerned about their education than we ever were, we thought we’d never leave school and jet a job, any job, just to be that little bit independent, they are more interested in aiming at higher education and a good job, well the ones we know are and we know many as relations and their friends, I think that shows a lot of responsibility on their part.
Just look how concerned they are about the Earths future, actually they are more than concerned, they are dedicated to saving it.
My two adult grandkids call into see us at least twice a week even though they have steady girlfriends and both are working full time, they always ask is there anything we want them to do for us and if we need anything, thank God we are well fixed for all we need, but it’s nice to know that they still care busy and all as they are.
It makes me sad when I hear nasty old geezers run the young folks down all the time, some never have a good word for any of them, sure enough they are not all saints, but then again neither were we.
The oldies who continuously say “We never did that back in my day…” get on my wick so I can imagine how boring it is for the young ones hearing it, let them get on with their lives and perhaps they can sort out the pile of shit we left them, God knows we had plenty of time to sort it but just didn’t bother.
I always seem to put Cliff Richard to that snooker chap Steve Davis on a par, Cliff was a good singer, Davis was a good snooker player, but both have equally boring personalities, ah well, you can’t have it everyway can you.
I was a teenager when this song came out, it was a sort of anthem for the young at the time.
cliff richard tried eminating elvis - and they both were eminating Bill Haley but none of them were really bad - cliff and elvis were good god fearing lads not sure about Haley, but they all seem tame compared to some of todays? Spittie never say never say never again - have you never had a care in the world ? well in Warwickshire perhaps not? now here is one that used to put the fear into old ma and pa?
visiting grandkids ?? - gotta feelin they only come around cos they think ya gonna give em summat?
Oh to have an electric bike
T’would be the answer to all my prayers
Me auld legs have gone gammy
And I have to use electric stairs.
Now the wife is very spritely
God gave her sturdy pins
She scales the garden railings
When she’s bringing out the bins
The son bought one only last week
He hasn’t been off it since
Says it the best thing since fried bread
So he kicked his wife out… and takes the bike to bed.
Yes some folks can become obsessed with all the new gadgets around, but I suppose it’s no different than when I was young, I used to take my wooden spinning top to bed with me and hide it under the pillow in case me brother would nick it.
Yes indeed good ol Marty Wilde.
Who remembers Tommy Roe?, his smash hit “Shelia” was so popular in Australia that all the fellas adopted the name for their beloved girlfriends, is that not so Gummo?
I prefer him doing this song, very unusual for it’s time.
You know the way I like to keep ye old lads informed about all things Space, here’s a little tit bit I picked up from a reliable source, straight from the horses mouth, he was THERE.
The Cat is slowly creeping out of the bag as the time limit runs out for the truth.
“One of the first men to orbit the Moon has told BBC Radio 5 Live that it’s “stupid” to plan human missions to Mars. Bill Anders, lunar module pilot of Apollo 8, the first human spaceflight to leave Earth’s orbit, said sending crews to Mars was “almost ridiculous”.
Nasa is currently planning new manned missions to the Moon.
It wants to learn the skills and develop the technology to enable a future human landing on Mars.
Nasa was approached for a response to Anders’ comments, but hasn’t responded.
"Nasa couldn’t get to the Moon today. They’re so ossified… Nasa has turned into a jobs programme… many of the centres are mainly interested in keeping busy and you don’t see the public support other than they get the workers their pay and their congressmen get re-elected”
I agree with him, that’s all it is , a jobs programme, same as the Higgs Bosom farce in Europe.
now let’s get this right heh ? - leisurely scribbles? - purchase large van or medium sized van in which to insert your sur on sounds like a sketch from frankie howard " excuse me madam ; excuse me I will insert my sur on wherever I chose. Once inserted secure bike with tough canvas strapping to stop damaging movement? oer oer I say madame are you well and truly strapped securely in? pardon me I only asked!
then seek out a off the road woodland glade or private estate ; take out sur on and ride to hearts content - oeer I say madame you call that a leisurely scribble - no madame no you are right of course wrong thread - you want the darning for ageing parishioners of this parish!!
gummy, you need to push the Sur ron back into the Planes Bikes and Automobiles thread, in Scribbles that thread should be treated the same as Politics in here, I’m sure Jem would agree, a time and place for everything and at 60 something, a LADY would be travelling up front, at my side in the Van, not tethered in the rear!!!
Yes, there is a place for everything, no politics, bikes, football, and there’s me who loves racing, I’ve even barred meself from horsey talk, sometimes it’s hard to restrain the urge, especially after a big win.
So please lads lets get off our bikes and start scribbling again.
Sir La-La Head (the lesser known stupid son of Sir Galahad, soon to be made into a full length cartoon Hollywood film.)
Let me introduce him.
As a knight he wasn’t so gallant
He wiped his nose with his sleeve
At jousting he no talent
And his manners you wouldn’t believe. (jem)
I’ll look forward to that, I do like cartoons, the Road Runner being my favourite.
Come to think of it, wasn’t there once a moped bike called the road runner?.
spoil sports - I’m gonna take my sur on and insert into someone elses van diem land then? talkin of which in the place were it never shines no one has mentioned summer over there much this year - I can let you have a few buckets full going cheep cheep cheep?
You are right there gummy, so far, there hasn’t been one day where, it would be good to get out and just cruise in a tee shirt , still, there are two months left for us to complain about the heatwave.
So there we have it, Her Maj likes marmalade sandridges and always carries a spare one around with her in her handbag.
I haven’t been following the july-bee selly-brace yourselves, but the clip with Missus Queen and Paddington Bear was on the news, and it did make I chuckle when I saw it.
I’ve not been well. I had a fall the day before yesterdegg when my wooden step-ladder gave way. It had been my dad’s before me, so was possibly older that I am. Whilst carrying out a post accident inspection, I discovered that the whole thing was riddled with woodworm holes, causing a structural failure whilst I was a-standing upon the platform at the top.
I now recall why ladders at work had inspection labels on, and why we were suppose to check the tags and ladder condition before use. Painful lesson learned.
In reality, it was a slow vectored crumple rather than a 1g fall of a vertical metre, but I ended up with the soft parts of my gluteus maximus being attacked by bits of broken ladder, leaving me a little sore and feeling sorry for myself.
I took a couple of pain killers then soldiered on to finish the torture chamber before knocking off for the next few days.
I have seen good and bad regarding the yoof of today, but it does appear that the majority are good natured and caring.
Just before R Mar died, I was in the nursing home kitchenette where residents and visitors could make a brew or a sandridge when a teenage girl came in to do the same. She was bubbly and genuinely happy to be visiting her granddad who had just moved in, and was saying how nice a place it was and how much she was going to enjoy pushing him round the gardens in a wheelchair.
On one of my walks before covid, I found a path I didn’t know about near a friend’s house, that wandered for half a kilometre or so through a strip of land a couple of hundred meters wide between two housing estates. There was a stream, a playing field, a play area for youngsters, and a bigger one for older kids, all being well used.
Then a lady came through on her bike, and no end of kids called out, “Hello Miss” or “Afternoon Miss” as she rode by. I presumed she was a teacher at the local comprehensive school, but it was good to see respect and politeness being shown by youngsters towards her.
, still, there are two months left for us to complain about the heatwave. 
