Leisurely Scribbles (Part 2)

there is stuff going on all round, who knows where it will all end?

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It won’t end though
it just changes form, takes on new energy and continues on its way :woman_shrugging:

The energy is lacking in the millennials. :crying_cat_face:

Oh no, I assure you it is perfectly normal across the whole of the UK. In addition, when I was working in the Americas, I endeavoured to educate the colonials in the correct etiquette with regard to insults and honed to perfection on this side of the globe.

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I bet that was quite an arduous job
an insult is an insult across most of the world, yet come here and it’s almost a term of endearment :smiley:

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In my former job, an insult was a term of endearment. There was a chap from another department who suffered from mild depression. When he was feeling down, he would come over to my department to get a “top up” of abuse from one of the crews I worked with who were experts in that art.
Afterwards he would go back to his department feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Nicknames tended to be of an insulting nature as well.

Mine, surprisingly was Fruitcake because I was deemed to be as sensible as a fruitcake.

We also had The Rat, The Bat, The Bearded Tw@t, Can’t Work - Won’t Work, Loud and Louder, Mister Angry, Timmy Tantrum, The Little Welsh W@nker, The Grinning Monkey, The Fat Neck Wonder, Fat Wallet, The Mad Monk, Viscous Bob (who was the most mild-mannered man you could ever hope to meet), and many more terms of endearment.

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Yours is very tame compared to the rest of them! Perhaps they were erring on the side of caution :thinking:

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well you must have heard the term ’ he’s a fruit and nut case heh?

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And here too Fruity in the workshops, if they didn’t like you they would’t bother slaggin you.


Well well well, look what the cat dragged in!!!
Welcome home dear lad you were badly missed. :wink: :smiley:

Thanks Pixie, and Mags, always great to see you here. :grinning_face_with_smiling_eyes:


I’ve always been interested in NASA’s space capers, so you can imagine how much I was looking forward to Artemis taking off for a trip around the Moon for 60 days orbit with a cuddly sheep on board, although I don’t get the point of that.
Dignitaries from all over the world had gathered for the event , but alas the ship sprang a leek and it was cancelled, very embarrassing for all involved.
It happened again and now the next attempt will be late November.

What I’m trying to figure out here is that 50 years ago when man first landed on the moon they were talking about monthly tourist trips and building stations there, now they can’t even get the rockets off the ground, I’m all for safety, but there are no humans on board this time, are we going backward or what?.

How’s the collider project going Spitty

I see they are blowing up innocent meteorites now, what a destructive lot we are.


I think Dino’s version of this is the best one, Always used to play it for Phyllis after a stupid row, never failed to make her smile.

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anyone ever been to Donegal and even Ballybeg such evocative music and dancin and leaping across the big fires in the north - yes them were the days my friend we thought that love would never end?

Once we’d rais a glass or two in tavern
tell a tale or two about the ends
tell when life was quieter simple
Aye those were the days my friends my friends!

my brother died some 7 years ago he was always younger than I - it wasn’t supposed to happen that way is that evolution or religion or just damned unlucky?

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Guess we’ll never know
The rate at which we go
Or maybe there’s a few
Know the nature of the Queue
You have to join a Club
To get to the hub of the nub
Not for the antisocial
Just keep the anecdotal
Watch it all go by
Give the knowledge a “Bye”

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oeeer!! - well \leisure S certainly improved your poetry skills!!

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Gummy, hast tha heard of a Hashmagandy stew? An Australian dish made of whatever ingredients are available to hand in order to sustain life.

I first heard of it during a geography lesson when I was thirteen as my schoolmates and I watched a public information fillum that followed a road-train crew as they transported foodstuffs across vast distances on the dirt roads of Oz.

My Uncle/FiL has been watching a TV series over here called Outback Truckers which is what made me think of it.

How my schoolmates and I laughed as the crew chased after an errant wheel that rolled away following a blowout and laughed again when the replacement did the same.

When dusk approached the crew stopped by the side of the road, and gradually other “trains” stopped as well, then the crews got a fire going as they discussed what they were transporting.
“We’ve got corned beef”
“We’ve got Ardmona cling peaches”
“We’ve got baked beans”
“We’ve got tinnies of fruit cocktail”


 and it all went into a big pot over the fire, then they scoffed it down.

When I was in my early twenties, I mentioned all this to my friends and next time we went camping we made one using the ingredients I remembered from the film. They thought it was hilarious and delicious in equal measure

When I was twenty-five, I would occasionally invite my two teenage cousins to spend a day with me at my place where I would perform culinary experiments upon them.

Home-made pizza from scratch, a full roast dinner with Yorkshire puds that threatened to blow the oven door off, home-made cheesecake from scratch 
 then one day I made them a Hashmagandy.

Afterwards the older girl told me in no uncertain terms, “Never make another one of those again”.

Despite the cuisinery abuse I put the girls through the younger one still married me. She wasn’t keen but did let me make another Hashmagandy when our kids were young, and just like my friends of years gone by, they both thought it was hilarious and delicious in equal measure, but this time it was my Lovely who told me, “Never again”.

Perhaps it’s a man thing.

did ya mean ta say hash ma ghandi perhaps it certainly sounds like it turned out like an Indian stew of sorts ? yes a few shots of curry powder would have done the trick - but sadly \i think the old tales of oz and bush life are sadly disappearing as are our ballad singers I posted a utube - you know one of those sucky things a zoo tube ?? on some thread in the great www universe of our balladeeer John Williams singer about the real bushys tin cottage in the bush let me see if i canny find it laddy!

here it is had to go back a few pages but this epitomizes life in the bush very harsh at times but survivable back in the day as long as there was a river and a gun! oh and a pony and trap\\\\\1

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and this is the real thing modern times with a brit girl!!

if ya really keen you may be able to watch it on here ABC iview

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Tried to av a poke about gummy but I ain’t got a Scooby Doo about iview,
The good thing about being self employed is that there is always “unfinished business”. :icon_wink: :bike:

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heh matey we iz all self-employed once we walk over the threshold called the front door heh. Self employed gardener; painter and decorator ; cook and bottle washer ; car and bike fixer ; etc etc you just like fiddlin about with bikes all the time !

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well I could give you a short precise but I just hate to see a retired man blubberin and you may not be partial to these dusty bush stories? just spent the last two days updating govt online membership forms in an effort to get more funds - gone is the friendly touch over the phone and someone who can alter it 20 x faster than you can - so know from mobile phones to pensions it’s all do it yaself but not help yaself? this world is gone topsy turvy and we are all tryin to computerize hanging upside down from our boots! and around these parts there are a lot of illiterate folk who can’t read the instructions on the back of a cornflake box ! and if they get their 18 yr old grandkids to do it there is no guarantee they’ll work it out either - ok picks up standing box and moves off!

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I’ve seen different spellings of Hashmadandy but they never contain an H. I do agree that a dollop of curry powder would add to the interesting mixture of taste-icles.

My maternal grandad emigrated to Oz in 1919, landed in Albany, and worked in the Eastern wheat belt as a farm labourer for a while before buying a share in a 1590-acre farm at a place called Billeroo, WA, in partnership with his father, twin brother, and brother-in-law.
I’m not sure who went first, but two of them loaded up an Orson-Cart and headed off into the bush. Their first abode was made from packing cases, cut up paraffin tins, and anything else they could use for a shelter.

Later on, they made a bigger wooden dwelling before building a mud-and-cement block bungalow, partitioned for each family.

Luncheon today will be bush turkey.

My grandad is in the flat-at. His sister-in-law is holding a bolt-action rifle, possibly a Lee-Enfield belonging to grandad or his twin, both of whom were soldiers in WW1.

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