Sounds like a bit of a “Stickler” to me, but, there is much to be said for “Stickling”, but not little “Hitlerling”.
I remember when glue was called gum, it used to say on the label “Contains real horses”
Glue has become instant, in the old days, you used to get thinking time, nowadays it’s shit or bust, Contact, instant is robust, Gummy is flexible.
Superglue is useless, you can’t beat Araldite for the best bond, takes a bit longer to set but it’s worth the wait.
On the news earlier it said Trump is to adhere to his promise and take the lid off the glue flux can, he must be planning to do a bit of lead soldering.
I thought for a min’ You said he would take the lid off the klu klux klan :-p…but perhaps He plans to adhere His wig permanently to His big fat head…by gum!!
Just a few words on two people I remember with fondness.
There used to be an old fella in a pub I used to use at lunchtime when I was young and working in the city centre, this would have been around the late 60’s early 70’s.
Mick Delaney was his name if I remember correctly. Mick was a happy old geezer and sometimes he’d have his old wife with him. I got to know Mick well and we shared many yarns over the years.
I’ll never forget when he first introduced me to his lovely wife Doris “Jem” he says “May I present Lady Delaney, the great great great granddaughter of the last real Earl of Kildare” I didn’t know whether to laugh or genuflect, but I just smiled and said “How do you do your highness” Delaney then looked at me and said “Her ladyship only drinks Brandy… and I’ll settle for a glass of Jameson’s ten year old” I loved the way her always called her Lady Delaney despite the fact that they hadn’t a light between the pair of them most of the time, proud of her he was and she was proud of him too.
Mick was a retired glazer but he had a nice little earner to pop up his pension, he used to get up in the small hours of the morning and wander around the shops with his little hammer in his pocket, town would be empty back then with no night clubs or late night pubs like we have now. He would tap out a small square of that thick glass they used to have on the grating over the basements of shops, the ones that were on the pavements. He would then go home and sleep for a few hours. When he got up he headed back to town, a mere 5 minutes walk, and just after the shops opened he would call in and present his card, telling the manager how dangerous the hole in the grating was to ladies shopping in high heeled shoes, how they could be liable for damages running into thousands of pounds, he just happened to be passing and like the good glazer that he was, noticed it, he also just happened to be going out on a job but could squeeze him in as a nixer if he was paid cash. To give Mick his due he never played the same trick on the same shop again, he didn’t have to there were so many shops in the city he could take his pick of them, and when they needed another square of the thick glass that was legitimately broken they would always ring up Mick.
Yes Lord and Lady Delaney drank the best of booze right up to the end.
Fair play to you Mick and Doris and God rest your happy souls.
I did mean that crowd May, but I don’t think one is allowed to say it, folks are likely to get cross and flare up.
I got one of them Trump wigs for me daughters 50th birthday do last year, we got good craic out of it that night.
Eeek!,I hope the FBI don’t have Me in Their sights now bejayzus …I can’t run or I’d get a flare up on My arthritic knees 
You can’t run,May??? By Jove-I’m finally in with a chance,lads!
Ah Pug there you are, wondering where you’d got to.
Don’t forget where there’s life there’s hope old boy, but don’t divorce the wife yet.:-)
I never had much luck with the girls in my youth, I lacked finesse and tact with females for a start. I remember I had my eye on a girl who worked in the local bread shop, she was no oil painting, a bit crusty faced with crumby legs, but a fella has to start off somewhere and work his way up, so to speak.
One day I got the courage up to ask her out, I waited outside the shop until she finished work then asked her would she like to go to the pictures with me the following night, she looked at me as if I had two heads “Certainly not!” says she “I’m a lesbian” :shock: As cool as you like. Well that shook me up a bit, this was in the early sixties and I didn’t even know real lesbians existed, now I have a houseful of them living next door, how times have changed.
Is there such thing as a hypothetical Lesbian?
There must be,spitfire-I have proof. Solid,unremitting proof.
Her name was Denise Greenland,we were both 14,I asked her if she fancied coming to the pictures. She told me to sod off. See? PROOF!:shock:
Thank for sharing that harrowing experience Pug, I suffered a similar trauma, and for all these years, I thought it was my fault.
talkin of which back in my sordid youth there was a scrubber who was reputed to be a nymhomaniac - well me mates said she was anyones. One night we heard some how [ tom tom drums in those days no mobile phones] that she would be the local flicks. sure enough when we got down there and peered into the gloom there she was sitting in a row. we siddled in and I managed to get the seat next to her - with some dutch courage I placed my hand atop of hers and left it there [it was still attached to me arm however] not a movement she just ignored it - I removed it in disgust what did she take me for a nympho-homo?
A nympho homo Gummy? that must be one of the new modern sexes, never heard of that one but it sounds nice and clinical.
That wouldn’t be what they used to call a dirty bas…rd in the old days would it?
I think puberty is the most confusing time of a young mans life, well for me it was, you had no access to the real facts and there was nobody around to tell you, sex education in schools was unheard of then, and no kid in their right mind would ask their parents, most of them didn’t even know themselves, just the blunt basics. A few wise lads would tell you all sorts of stories, and you’d be so eager to learn that you would believe anything they said.
Nowadays sex is in your face everywhere you look, a bit too much I think, and when you get too much of a good thing one is inclined to get bored. (maybe I chose the wrong word there, I meant fed up)
Get Bored, that is an innuendo, if ever there was one.
Especially if inclined.
well I do recall us young turks were pulling ourselves off all the time but I don’t recall any similar induendos of the girls doin the old vertical slide if you know what I mean?
Pulled you off what,gumbud? That vertical slide sounds improbable…surely,a vertical slide is a chute? …and I most certainly do NOT want anyone shooting me in my end-oh,young Mr spitfire…
I feel as if I’m missing out on something important-but I can’t quite put my finger on it…