Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

Not really, but whatever you do don’t scratch it.:slight_smile:

Thinking of you RJ and wishing you all the best.:wink:

We were talking in the pub today about insanity and does it really run in families as everyone believed years ago, I have no shame in admitting that a first cousin of mine spent his entire adult life in a mental institution, nut houses as they were called by most folks around here.
My relation was 22, in good health, a fine looking man, had a decent job and a girlfriend, things were looking up, but suddenly his jet black hair went grey, almost overnight, for some reason nobody could explain, then it started to fall out in clumps until it was all gone, the result was that he wouldn’t leave the house, his whole personality changed and he became a recluse, after a few attempts at suicide he was taken to a mental institution and after spending many years living there he became institutionalised, he was happy there and there he stayed until his death a few years ago, God rest his soul.

We waffled on to other things, someone said it was terrible to refer to mental hospitals as nut houses, I agreed, but back then it didn’t upset anyone, actually there were worse names for those places than nut houses.
A nut house can be a happy place for some, for example there were a lot of girls who worked in the confectionary factory in town (including my own missus) and they would be shifted around the factory to different departments, when they were busy making the bars of whole nut a lot of girls were needed in the nut house, Phyllis would smile as she left for work on her bike “Mother I’ll be late home all this week, I’m in the nut house again” :slight_smile:
Same with the fella’s when they were on the sauce, or in the jam house, the onion house, and I believe the worst job of all was in the jelly house, if you knew what went into that you’d never eat jelly again. Those in the biscuit department were permanent so they usually went crackers after a few years, but they all had a good laugh about it, what else can you do, cry?;-):slight_smile:

Yes, Confectionary Factories, back in the day, provided workers with social facilities, after a Hard Days Work, it must have been good, to have a drink and relax, in the “Mars Bar”.

Doctor Who is to be played by a FEMALE???

You fkn WHAT?!?!?!?

So,in that case,the next James Bond’ll have to be a black Mexican Islamic lesbian in a wheelchair!
Sherlock Holmes’ll be played as a gay,disabled Pakistani vegetarian!

FFS,where does this 'oooh,we mustn’t upset the minorities" bullshit end and the “It’s not a crime to be white,hetero and British” begin?

We are all just ORGANISMS…just slithering around buggering up the host planet we rely on for survival. NONE of us would’ve made it this far,without the genius of the bloke who invented the bucket…SOD the wheel!

So,SOD OFF & take your ‘political correctness’ with you.

Doctor Who is a BLOKE!

[ask Patrick Troughton]

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!:twisted:

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:lol: As my old Spanish friend used to say “Eees terrible”
I can understand your frustration Pug, but I have long since thrown in the towel with the politically correct crowd, I care not if the next Dr Who is a blind Frog or a three legged Giraffe as long as I’m not forced to watch it, all I require at this stage of life is peace and quiet and the freedom to do a bit of work when I feel like it.:slight_smile:

The confectionary game has gone to the dogs altogether, I bought 6 cherry tarts in Lidi today for the wife and me to have with a cup of coffee, only one cherry was in the centre, the others were all over the place, no pride in their work anymore, I think a letter to The Times is in order here.:lol:

I’d imagine something similar to this could happen to girls who take up kick boxing.:slight_smile:

I blame Mr Kipling, he has got sloppy, a central Cherry is not too much to ask, is it?

It would have been good to have been named after a lake, Serpentine Spitty, perhaps?

You will always be remembered in “The Spitwick Papers”;-):slight_smile:

I see I’m a chatterbox now, not bad at all, but I’d sooner be a Waffler.:slight_smile:

What does it mean to be a waffler?
“waffler. Noun. (plural wafflers) One who waffles, or changes sides or positions frequently. One who waffles or rambles; a vague, unfocused speaker or writer”

That’s me, a waffler, maybe I should have called this thread “Leisurely Waffles” God how I love to waffle.
Back in the 1990’s there was a big row in the Dail when Bertie Aherne called the leader of the opposition a Waffler, it’s water off a duck to me, I’m pure waffle.

I remember as a boy asking my Dad what a waffler was, he put it in rhyme as he sometimes did “He can’t just call a spade a spade, he has to tell you how it’s made”
I have to admit I’m like that, I’m inclined to ramble off in all directions, I find it boring to stick to the same subject all the time.
We once spent a whole afternoon in the local talking about bucket handles, well it started off with a bucket handle when Charlie Mann said his wife was carrying a bucket of water out to the garden to water some plants, the handle snapped off the plastic bucket and her dress, legs, and shoes were drenched, they don’t make buckets handles like they used to…blah blah blah, and on it went in that vein, steel buckets were the best thing since fried bread, brown bread tasted better back in the 50’s, had anyone still got an old ration book left (yes certain foods were rationed over here after the war), we were then steered into talking about music, not pop music, Bucket Handel’s music, betcha didn’t know “Bucket” was Handel’s nickname, then on to the powdered wigs they wore, ending up as men usually do with women, 18th century women that is, did the wives nag as much then as they do now, that kind of thing. Now if that ain’t waffling I don’t know what else it is, all over a bucket handle, the Butterfly effect was only in the ha’penny place.:slight_smile:

By the way I’m having a waffle for an autogwraph of Jonathan Woss I got when I was in London sevwral years ago. :smiley:

I lurk ya tern of phrose Jem as above :

Thinking of you RJ and wishing you all the best.:wink:

We were talking [you] in the pub today about insanity

I lurk ya turn of phrase Jem you know how to cut a bloke to the quik!!

I have tried contacting the esteemed mad gentleman recently and he is either deed ; mortly wounded or just plain ourish I am not sure witch!! as soon as eh knows yez knows!!

I do take pugs point [do pugs have points or is that poicks?] but I think it is a self -correcting prophecy - you’ve been trousering us long enough know we will raise you one with the skirt and wrap yuz in a big girls blouse or phrases to that effecct [I must admit I do still have great problems appreciating a slim girl in a pin striped suit and short bryclreemed hair!!]:cry:

Ah, the Bloke-Bird communiquer conundrum, don’t spose it matters really, provided their “intelligence” is not “Artificial”.:lol::lol:

most men would say it WAS ; artificial that is - that right chappies??:shock:

It is Ok to Masquerade, but not to the detriment of others, so there!

brief news from our dear comrade RJ - he is as brief as ever although I’ve never seen him in briefs!!

[B][I]give my regards to the other old boys.

I came across the word VICARIOUS today & I thought of you chaps, no idea why. except to say it reminded me of the day I was described as LOUCHE by the vicar

take care [/I][/B]

Wasn’t it some Australian Bird, who used to say “Think lo-u-che, and you’ll be lo-u-che”.

well out here our favorite italian chef is called “lo-u-che” his lasagnes are to die for and he has killed a lot too!!

Thank’s again for forwarding that message Gumbud, tell him the same to him with knobs on.;-):slight_smile:

Ah yes the age old woman and man thing, like the poor will always be with us. Hear ye these wise words from one who knows.

You’ll never figure out a Woman’s mind, ’tis a foolish Man who tries
They’ll charm you with their assets and fill you full of lies
And when your finally hooked and start paying off the lease
Best to grin and bear it if you want to have any peace.

Yes lads, that’s about the size of it, God be with the days when the man was head of the household, alas he is merely a piece of furniture in the house today. The last ounce of resistance has been squashed from todays married men and not a spark of rebellion left in their puny bodies, the world has been taken over by bossy women, hence the state it’s in.;-):smiley:

Many men worship at the shrine, this has to stop, if the initiative is to be regained.:lol:

It is said that you can’t beat an Englishman with a cricket bat, fair enough, but you can’t beat an Irishman with a shillelagh either, once he gets his hands on the Hawthorn stick there’s no stopping him.
I was a mere boy when I heard this song so many years ago, but you young lads wouldn’t remember it.

Two Shillelagh O’Sullivan
(Bing Crosby)

There’s many a man that rode a horse across the western
Plain There’s never been one like the Irishman
O’Sullivan was his name.
He never packed a shooting iron
The need he never felt
With two shillelaghs always hanging there
A’hanging on his belt.
O yippee ki yi oh, me bucko
B’gorrah an yippee ki yo
Two Shillelagh O’Sullivan
He’d give any man a go.
(Har the shillelagh.
You know we call it the Tipperary rifle.
You never have to reload it.)
This bronco-busting Irishman
From the heart of Erin’s Isle it was after living peaceful, like
He always wore a smile.
But when the smile was leaving him
In a fight he’d
Come unwound Bad cess for any crossing him
They’d wind up on the ground.
O yippee ki yi oh, me bucko
B’gorrah an yippee ki yo
Two Shillelagh…

The Christian name of a girlfriend, was someway conducive to the success of the relationship, take for example “Victoria”, as a gent with a propensity for passing wind, I soon discovered a potential embarrassing situation could soon be dissolved with the quick ditty “More Tea Vicky”.:lol:

:lol: As Errol Flynn once said “I remember my very first girlfriend, Virginia was her name, Virgin for short…but not for long”:wink:
I have to say Spitty I always admired your originality. I love originality, I’ve got several books about Adam and Eve on my shelves, yeh can’t any more original than that.:slight_smile:

Actually I was thinking of writing a series of books featuring Adam and Eve, in the same vein as the Famous five, for instance “Adam and Eve go Ape in Africa” about when they try to trace their ancestors. “Adam and Eve go Apple picking in Dorset” “Adam and Eve on Serpent’s Island” stuff like that.:smiley: