How VERY dare you,spitfire.
The cuties are forming QUEUES just to have me share their tight,moist spaces!
They’re not called ‘man holes’ for nothing,y’know!
[ohhh,dear,must go lay down-feel so weak…CURSE this vivid imagination!]
Lovely to see you all in good form lads.
God rest his soul Gummy, what an embarrassing shock for his relatives living here, still there’s no shame in going out with a bang these days.
Nice to see you still admire female beauty Pug, as me 94 year old dad used to say, the day you lose interest in that you may as well throw in the towel.
Cave explorers and pot holers have more guts than I ever had, the thoughts of being caught forever between a rock and another rock does not appeal to my sense of adventure.
Yes pot holes, In the old days the common folk would repair their old pots and kettles with pot stoppers, little metal discs with a nut and bolt going through the cork lined centre, they came in different sizes on cards and all hardware shops stocked them, nothing to do with caves but I just thought how little stuff we wasted back then before the throwaway society took over, nothing gets repaired anymore, it breaks because it’s made to break so you just throw it away and buy a new one, then they say WE are polluting the planet and start charging US more for disposing of THEIR shit, mad ain’t it.
well seeing we’re all in good form have I shared this with yuz before?
Is this true–
An interesting fact Manure : In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything for export had to be transported by ship. It was also before the invention of commercial fertilizers, so large shipments of manure were quite common. It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, not only did it become heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by-product is methane gas. As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen. Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM! Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening. After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the instruction ’ Stow high in transit ’ on them, which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this “volatile” cargo and start the production of methane. Thus evolved the term ’ S.H.I.T ', (Stow High In Transit) which has come down through the centuries and is in use to this very day. You probably did not know the true history of this word. Neither did I. I had always thought it was a golf term.
Funny you should post that Gummy, whilst out driving the other day, I saw a road tanker, with a Hazchem sign on it, having the acronym JGNOSHIT. It must have been transporting Methane, the acronym meaning “Just Gas, No Shit”
The way my engine works Spitty is the gas comes first, then the shit.
An interesting little tit bit there Gummy, everyday’s a school day on here.
My mind was at sea last night too, I was reading about all the folks on the British Isles who owned slaves before slavery was abolished, quite a few middle class people owned them including vicars and brothel madams, they never actually seen their ‘Property’ but owned them nonetheless, they were investments.:shock:
I didn’t know that the government of the day compensated the slave owners for the loss of their ‘Stock’ to the tune of £40 million, quite a sum back in 1833. There were rows in the ‘House’ about the huge payments paid out to prominent individuals.
Before that in the 1650’s there was Cromwell and the Irish slaves, I came across a piece in a book by Robert E West called “The Irish Slave Trade” I’ll dig it out and post it when I get round to it, very interesting and stuff I never heard of before, I always wondered how the Irish became so widespread in the world.
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by the way have a look on youtube “the lost songs of St Kilda” magic stuff
I was looking through some photo’s of old work I did in the past, I try to keep records when I can, and I remember this one very vividly, there’s a true story behind it and you’re going to hear it whether you like it of not, but remembering Gummy’s rules about long posts you have my word I will condense it as much as possible.
I was sitting with my son having a pint in his local about 4 years ago when the landlord approached me and asked would I do a favour for one of his oldest customers, I said if I could I surely would and a while later he sent this old lady over to our table, blah blah blah, she had this glass ball and wanted it mounted on a long silver chain, she didn’t mind what it cost her, she was Rumanian and her granny had left it to her when she was a child. More blah blah blah, anyway I finished the work and gave it to her , she was delighted, paid me my modest fee and said I could now make a wish, I made my wish and that was the end of it.
The following week my son told me that his wife was expecting after 10 years of marriage, then the following March my grandson was born, my wish had come true.
I am a sharing caring person so feel free to rub the screen and make a wish, but I’m not sure if it works over the net, no harm trying though.:-)
http://i736.photobucket.com/albums/xx4/jemflux/e72dcef6-44e0-4219-af04-907a321bafa7.jpg
Sorry Jem, my wish would not have been for further propagation, but that is just me, the buck stops here, and all that.
lot of balls if you ask me but I did appreciate the blah blah blah - ya a learning lad Jem!
Balls perhaps Gummy, but I remember working with that particular ball very well, it was handled by me a lot during the making and though it was winter time in the shed the ball was always very warm in my hands, even when left overnight and picked up the next morning.
There’s more to this mumbo jumbo stuff than meets the eye believe me, metals, glass, and stones have strange properties we don’t yet understand, take graphite for example. I could keep you here all day with tales of strange events while working with the above materials. But why bother, us humans have everything scientifically worked out, we know how everything in the universe works don’t we?
Disclaimer.
Incidentally if you wish for money it will have the opposite effect and bad luck will befall you, so the lady told me before I made me wish, woe betide any of yez who got greedy.:shock:
well Jem you can keep is regaled with tales of metals, glass and stones any day we need a bit of excitement and mumbo jumbo around here!!
It’s something in the air,in that Ireland,so it is.
I’ve just been talking to a Banphrionsa from Dublin,regarding the purchase of a laptop. All was going well…until she informed me her PayPal account was no longer used,but no matter,I could transfer the amount to her bank.
[that’s straight-and I assure you all,this next part IS true]
I,on being told this,informed her I have an extremely trustworthy friend named Jem,goldsmith to the masses and jeweller to the beknighted,residing in that very part of the world who’d happily collect the laptop on my behalf,at whatever time suited her. Suddenly,on being told that,she informed me it was no longer available as she’d JUST that moment sold it,then she buggered off-quelle suprise.
…now,I’d like to say that was unexpected … but as soon as the ‘no PayPal’ alert started screeching,I knew it was a scam. SO-even though you were unaware of it,I deeply apologise for using your name as a tactical ploy,Mr Jem,sir…[but it worked a treat-you must be world famous in Dublin!]
That’s because I’ve visited every pub in Dublin at some stage of me life Pug.
Sorry you had to meet a dishonest Dublin person, there are not many of them around thank God.
Not meaning to be political but in the news and something I thought I’d never live to see.
Didn’t she do well!
Just when we thought we’d lost her
Up pops the bold Arlene Foster
Taking centre stage, big and brash
Her coffers now bursting with English cash
When that’s all gone there’s one thing for sure
The hungry woman will be back for more
So when she comes calling you better take note
Pay up quick, or you won’t get her vote.
You don’t mess with this hard woman, talk about making a pact with the devil.:shock:
I like that expression “A gifted idiot” used in one of Spitty’s threads RJ, I didn’t want to reply there because this post has nothing to do with the subject of that thread.
I had the privilege of being called a gifted idiot by my master in my first few weeks at the bench, I was starting a seven year apprenticeship then and that was some compliment from him at the time, he wasn’t a likeable fellow, (he was either being very kind or extra receptive, I could never tell the difference he believed that lads with no education, straight from the street, so to speak, made the best apprentices, they had more discipline with their seniors and their empty heads were able to fill up quickly with what they were being told and shown to do, they absorbed more, like sponges. He later went on to be a top man at the Royal mint, he wrote a book called “I struck the heads of Royalty”
Most of my mates worked in factories on good money while I slaved along on fifteen bob a week for the first year, increasing by five bob a year after that, after three years you were doing the masters work but getting the boys wages, time to shop around and chase the money, which I did to maximum effect, I worked piece work all my employed life and found that if you are dependable, do a good job in quick time at a fair price then you’ll never be out of work, by the time I was 19 I was making great money and was able to wed my childhood sweetheart. “Ahhhh, how sweet” I hear you titter.
Still I had one up on the mates, while they were referred to as GO’s (general operatives) I was referred to as “The GI” the gifted idiot, and I have to say as I age more the gift is fading along with my eyesight, but the idiot part is still in rude health and enjoying being an idiot.
The idiot plays a vital role in the world, always has, clowns have made us laugh for thousands of years and just think if we had no idiots who would we vote for in general elections?
One of the great advantages of being an idiot is nobody bothers you, they never ask you to explain stuff to them, or seek advice, you don’t have to fill in boring forms in government departments, just say “I’m an idiot and I don’t understand what this form is about, can you fill it in for me please?” yes an old idiot can get away with murder these days, and the joy of it all is it costs you nothing to be an idiot.:-)
Thank you, for that Idiotic Post, I will sleep well.
what the feck ; I didn’t realize I was hangin around with a bunch of idiots - know if I want to carry on I’ll have to go and give all me certi - serti - certifocates back again from where I got em - then I’ll have to go to me pscho and get meself reclassified from highly intelligent to idiot level - god this is gonna be so tiresome and not easy as I know have a well honed reputation of world reknown of highly intell well that thingy I said before!!
The trick is, to be an idiosyncratic idiot, know some long words, oh, and forget all you ever held dear.
All the news of late, it’s enough to make a happy fellow feel a bit “Austere”.
Jem, whilst some of your gifts may be waning (I don’t think so), your gift of writing has become a thing of wonder to my mind, long may you continue to write pure gold.
GBY.
idiot savant
ˌ
a person who has a mental disability or learning difficulties but is extremely gifted in a particular way, such as the performing of feats of memory or calculation.
a person who is extremely unworldly but displays natural wisdom and insight.
ex WIKI