Tell me about it! life can become a right drudge sometimes, changing what yer can, and accepting what yer can’t, there’s only so much acceptance a geezer can take.
Oh,it’s true,gumbud…so very, sadly true.
F’rinstance,when was the last time YOU had a conker fight,or skimmed stones on a lake/pond/river? Or built a house out of bales, or climbed a tree,or made a catapult, or blew on a blade of grass to make that farting sound? Or giggled at someone nearly tripping,or played in goal for your darts team, or made a raft, or made grass burn using the Sun and a magnifying glass, or fed the ducks, or went paddling/swimming just because you could? Y’see? We old farts FORGET that £££ don’t = happiness. SECURITY,yes - but not happiness; y’gotta be nearly eleven, for that…on the inside…
I think ya mixin ya farts and ya gums ya old fart!
“I think ya mixin ya farts and ya gums ya old fart!”
He ain’t that far out Gummy, winegums used to make me fart a lot. 
Jelly Babies used to make me Broody.
Ah Jemstone, I like that Pug, make a nice name for a jewellery shop.
I was once going to go into business with a French fella, Jules something was his name, he had more money to invest than I had and his name was to be first over the shop, I suggested we call it “Jules and Jems” but the whole thing fell through when I found out he was a dark horse to say the least, but that’s a story for another day.
I’m glad I turned down Oxford when I was a young man Pug, I believe they teach latin there. :-)
Instead I settled for an apprenticeship on a hard three legged stool at a bench in a basement workshop, but I stuck with it and it paid off in the end, I never looked upon it as work, that’s probably why I stayed at it all me life, and I really loved making stuff, the hardest part was getting up in the mornings, but once I got to work and approached the bench there was no stopping me, sometimes at quitting time the gaffer had to drag me away I was enjoying meself so much.
You can be whatever you like if you put your mind to it
Just be strong willed and get out there and do it
Tread the boards as an actor like Charles Boyer
Or be called to the Bar as a smart arsed Lawyer
But whatever you do to put food on your table
Never forget where you came from, be it Palace or Stable.
Before I went through the Change!!!
I was listening to that old song “The Deck of Cards” By Wink Martindale, you know the one about the soldier using a pack of cards as a prayer book in church. Why do they call a pack of cards a Deck? it has nothing to do with a ship nor a deck chair. I had an old workmate called Declan, Dec for short, he was fond of visiting some of the massage parlours here in town, he always insisted he was attended to by several girls, yes when he went there it was a case of all hands on Dec.
Wink is an odd first name, but funny enough I also knew a chap called Wink Whelan (God bless the mark, but he had some kind of a twist in his eye that made him wink a lot, he often got the odd thump for winking when he wasn’t supposed to wink), his life long mate Noddy Nolan had a habit of shaking his head a lot, hence the name Noddy. They loved horses and used to take small bags of lump sugar up to the centre for retired racehorses as a treat for the horses, some of which couldn’t see anymore, the centre was a bit out of the way in the Phoenix Park, they couldn’t always make it together but one of them always went at least once a week, the horses didn’t seem to mind, a Nod is as good as a Wink to a blind horse.
That Lord Byron fella was a right womaniser, he loved visiting brothels and was loved by all the girls for his wit and charm, in fact one madam liked him so much she had a sign posted over the bar “Byron get one free”
I backed a horse named that last week, came second at 10/1, I’ll be keeping me eye on him next time he’s running.
Oh,Jem has the right of it, chaps.
It’s easy to let go of the past-but many aren’t willing to.
Those who do, make the most of, plus enjoy, today…whatever it may bring.
F’rinstance,my granddad had his tongue shot off during WWII.
…but he never spoke about it…
I know a bloke who’s addicted to brake fluid but he says he can stop at anytime?
I stayed up once all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me!
and finally they told me I had type A blood but it was a typo!!
goodnight from dinudder!!
ps: did I tell you I tried to catch fog once, but I mist?
I’ve just been watching an old film “The Best Years of our Lives” about some military men returning home after the last war, one chap, a sailor has lost both his hands and is sitting up at the bar having a drink with his mates, fair enough says you. Then a memory crossed my mind.
It reminded me of a pub I went into in County Longford many years ago, this young fella, in his twenties I’d say, was sitting at the bar all on his own, it was a men only bar. He had no arms and he would raise the pint glass up by bending his head and gripping the rim of the glass in his teeth, he was managing it effortlessly.
I asked an old chap beside me why was the fella sitting on his own, was he a stranger in town like me? “No he’s no stranger, he was born here, lives just around the corner, the reason he’s all on his own is because when he wants to pee he always asks the one nearest to him to go out to the jacks with him”
Well there was me answer, I was grateful to the old fella for telling me as I was wrestling with the thought of going over and joining the young lad, hate to see anyone drinking on their own. I made me excuses, finished up me pint and left in a hurry, that’s all true, God help the chap and all that, but what would you lads do if he asked you? As the old song goes, I’ll do anything for love, but I won’t do that.
When I got back to the guest house we were staying in I told Phyllis about it, all she did was laugh, I didn’t see anything funny about it, but that’s women for yeh.:-)
I put a lick of paint on the sun cabin in the garden. I also covered up much of the glass, there was too much of it and the place was like an oven when we got a bit of sun, I liked the Harlequin type effect of the adhesive plastic paper.
If you can’t see the photo it’s too bad as I’m not paying Photobucket any extortion money, Im trying to use the facility we have on the forum and it may take me a while to get the hang of it.
Yahoo! it worked.
oh I say old chappie I told you we do not understand that emerald isle twang and as for that anglia rubbish not at all not no how!!
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-40868315
ps: mind you come to think of it we can’t understand those ‘kanakas’ way up north!
Yeah, I hear you have to speak like a newsreader to get in there now.
Kanakas? what sort of speak is that? or is it cannabis from Kansas. Does your kanakas lose it’s flavour on the bedpost overnight? You ought to try “Malachys Magic Mushrooms” from high up in the Kerry mountains, they’d sent you to Mars and back in one trip. Ah well it takes all sort to make up a world.
I am now on strike, till someone divulges RJ’s fate, no further input or output.
No one really shed any light on the fate of the Shed Geezer, there are parallels.
I remember the shed chap too, nice fella.
I’m as much in the dark about RJ as you are Spitty, the last I heard was what Gumbud said, he hasn’t been the best and his computer went bang,
I’ve just been looking through the books here and I’m afraid you can’t go on strike because you are three months in arrears with your dues, however if you require a leave of absence I’m sure that can be arranged in due course, lodge your application with the office, so until further notice, no comment.
I learned all that union talk when I was a shop stewart for a brief spell back in the 70’s, my favourite bit was saying “No comment”
I wised up when I realised that nobody would miss a goldsmith if he went on strike, I only joined the union for the badge and the fountain pen anyway.
You were not alone there Jem, there was much confusion about just what Union Membership meant, most folks thought it was about appointed other folks, delivering a utopia.
Does this comment make me a Scab?