Tut tut, you gentlemen, I’m well and truly spoken for so leave me out of this. Can we drag ourselves out the other stuff for a minute and concentrate on something positive.
There was a good program about Waves on BBC4 a while ago, but as the deep sea diver said, most of it was over my head. I did however get the gist of it, it seems each individual wave has a life of it’s own and that life ends when it hits the beaches, a bit like some of the poor unfortunate soldiers on D-Day, God rest them.
I would dearly love to live by the sea, the sound of breaking waves is a joy to my ears, but then you have the danger of a tsunami suddenly swallowing you up, the effects a tsunami can happen to any Country, ah well you can’t have your cake and eat it I suppose.
“I used to have lovely wavy hair now it’s waving goodbye to me, one more wave and I’d have been overboard” That’s what old Mick up in the local used to say as he looked in the toilet mirror and carefully groomed the flimsy remains, as he slid the hair backwards he hoped against hope that none of the precious little buggers would attach themselves to his wide comb, any further loss of life in that area would be too much for him to bear. Alas now his bit of hair is probably the only thing left of him in the ground, funny how hair lasts forever when your dead and have no need of it.
There is an old bog body in the national museum here dating back 4,000 years, no I tell a lie, it said on the notice that it was 4,000 years old the last time I was there so it’s 4,010 years old now and I’ll bet the lazy buggers haven’t bothered to alter the notice. The old shrivelled up geezer still has a great head of hair left on his head, but what good is it to him? I hope to God nobody digs me up and sticks me in a glass box in a museum in 4,000 years time, with every Tom Dick and Harry gawking at me lying there in me pelt. I can just imagine some American tourist saying “But he still has all his hair, gee ain’t that wonnerful”
I was surprised at all the studies going on about waves, not a bad thing if we can find a reliable way of harnessing all that energy so we can all benefit from it, such a waste.
oh be jeezus - hes gone bonkers and still with his hair on! I told you w/ends with the wif were too dangerous Jem - mixin with wiman all the time makes ya hair all fall out!!
spittiies’s still spiitfirin away and still has a iovely head of her; then their good old Pug what more can I say about Pugalug - yep up to his old tricks and full of surprises - we’re still worried about RJ of course but I’m sure he’ll take a final bow with his hair on too
did I tell you the story about Samson and Delila now there was a cunning woman if ever there was one lovely strong man like Samson with beautiful locks of hair - reminds me of all those Vickings - lovley locks of golden hair but they didn’t let their women mess about wiz der hair did they = they kept their women in line - all the lines have broken now
have ya ever noticed what women say to their men about their hair?? - your hair’s gettin a bit longer isn;t it time you had it cut - significant heh!
As the old song says “Samson and Delila were a steady pair, until she decided to cut off his hair”
Then he lost the run of himself altogether, roaring and shouting, pushing down pillars and pulling down Temples, Christ I’d hate to be near him if she had cut off his willie.
I suppose some fellas are very fussy about their hair, sensitive too, I remember an old Mutt and Jeff joke, Mutt looks at Jeff’s head and says “Your hair is getting very thin Jeff” “So what?, who want’s fat hair?”
Fair play to ya Jeff.
Oh,it’s ok for you hirsute blokes…but we immaculately-groomed chaps have problems to,so we do. Only yesterday,herself handed me a book titled ‘How to excite your woman’…so I tried to read it-as any hetero chap’d do…only to end with poor,dyslexic me getting a right b#llocking for spending two hours tickling her vinegar!
Dangerous thing is an excited woman Pug, I always let sleeping dogs lie where my missus is concerned, all adds up to a more peaceful life, besides she might get a heart attack if she got excited at her age.
Indeed Spitty, there were some strange customers back then, Samson getting all upset over a lousy haircut, Adam and Eve rowing over an Apple, ending up with the pair of them getting chucked out of the garden of eden. Columbus heading off and he hadn’t a clue where he was going, he arrived thinking he landed in India, and all done on borrowed money too. Can you imagine the chaos if these people had real power?
Positive thinking is badly needed in todays world.
I believe Colin Farrell was disgusted with the blond dye job they gave him when making the film “Alexandra” but he was under contract and stuck with it.
God help anyone in Washington who slags off Trumps crap hairstyle.:shock:
You would be surprised how many fellas are battered up by their wives and keep it secret, fortunately
I got nothing heavier than a pan flung at me, and I deserved it too.
I hope our RJ is mending Gummy, give him my regards and best wishes if you can.
I can’t stand that word “Blog” although I know it’s necessary to bring in new words into the language from time to time, but this one has never settled with me, it should have been ignored from the word go.
God only knows for an old geezer like me I have suffered all the other stupid computer words from Toyland like “Google” “Twitter” “Yahoo” “Tweet” “Boot up” etc., etc., but a Blog is a bridge too far.
“A Blog” conjurers up a vision to me of something big fat and brown that won’t flush down the toilet bowl, a disgusting sight, a log in the bog, “He does his daily blog, he’s a regular shite”
I have never used the word and never will. the fella who thought of this one should be lined up against a wall and shot with balls of his own blog, in my humble opinion.
Now,much as I agree with you,Jem-and I do-I must bring another word in,here-a word that makes my skin crawl…that word is ‘Eastenders’.
If EVER there was a pot of boiled shit,garnished with snot,then flavoured with pig vomit,it’s Eastenders. What a dire,miserable,stressed-out,unhappy,adversarial,confrontationally-based barrowload of PIGSHIT that programme is! I point-fkn-blank,REGARDLESS of anyone’s arguments,REFUSE to allow that MISERABLE shit onto any screen-so that includes laptops and mobiles,etc etc-in or around my home.
FFS-there’s more than enough misery on this forsaken pebble already,without some twat deciding to invent more,in the guise of ‘entertainment’!
Well Pug, what can I say to that? you certainly know how to garnish a post.
I don’t like Eastenders either (sorry for saying it) but you think your bad? we have one over here called Fair City and the wife loves both of them, thank God for pubs and sheds, otherwise I’d be driven up the wall.
Here’s a lovely clean word I came across when reading a legal document, them solicitors have a language all to themselves, I alway thought a Codicil was the window sill outside the Fishmongers.
“Expunged” is the word, It prompted a few questions.
(1) If someone was barred from a forum would they have all their posts expunged?
(2) Can photographs be expunged or is it just the written words?
(3) What are the qualifications needed to becoming an expunger?
(4) When expunging, do they use a natural Sponge or an artificial one?
1/yes [it’s a form of sealing shut]
2/yes [all records of any type are included]
3/legal authority,or [in a forum] established authority.
4/a great big pLunger…so you get t’yell “What the ‘L’!?!” as your most treasured areas are purged!
Thank you Pug, you never let me down I can always rely on you for an answer or an explanation.
Whoever said the law was an ass is an ass, keep ‘em guessing and they’ll continue to pay through the nose for your advice, they’ll be going around in circles and be no end of an ass, all you have to do to be a lawyer is learn the latin, once you have that and you still can’t make it you can always go on to be a doctor, they too have mastered the dead language, failing all that you can still become a priest.
Ah Sponge Bob, me youngest grandson loves him Spitty.
I once went to a solicitor to sort out a little problem for me, he had me in his office for two hours bamboozling me with his jargon. I was so confused when I came out that I headed for the nearest pub just to get me bearings back, the barman looked at my dazed face and asked me what was wrong, I answered him like a speaking clock.
“I had a garnishee, it concerned my curtilage but it was a nudum pactum, so I have to get a fiduciary to handle the whole thing” “Whatever you say sir” says he and walked away to serve someone else.
When I got home, slightly tipsy, the wife wasn’t long about expunging me back to normal again.
I see on the news re the Russian involvement in the presidential election, an American Grand Jury has been IMPANELED, another new word for me Yepeee!, that’s what it said, Isn’t that what Christie did with his victims in the walls of 10 Rillington Place?
I just hope they get out before the court convenes.
Is it just my imagination or has the press world gone bananas, all you hear about now is is this fake news or is it not, for God’s sake the press have been thriving on fake news since paper was invented, who are they kiddin’
M’dear Jemstone…much as it quodque me sollicitare dolor,one finds one really must operum ad te,the noticeable soles animo descensus. However,I must agree-these posers who quote Latin,ut in nervis meis. Licentia corruptum posers,omnes! An’ anyway-it’s a dead lingo,innit?!? So WHY would medicos legis want or wish to converse in linguam autem nullus intelligit…HMM? Nah…it’s all double-Dutch,t’me squire…quod est Latine suus habuit die.
