Holy Sapphire!
my god spifire has seen the holy ghost - welcome home brother - Jem will bless you in a moment with a few sprinklings of the holy water [guiness]
I would be a blessing when Guinness goes “Super”.
It’s all about the “Head” you know, not about the “Heart”.
Yes indeed Spitty the head on a pint of Guinness is very important, every time you take a swaller the head drops slightly and when you reach the end the glass you should have several white rings going all the way down to the bottom, you can actually see how many swallows you took!, just for the record, I was an eight ring man meself. 
Above all never use a wet glass when pulling a pint, absolutely sacrilegious in the old days for a barman to do so, it completely ruins the pint.
As for Guinness Super, forget it, in the 1970’s they tried to reach a happy medium between the stout drinkers and the ale/lager drinkers and came up with “Guinness Light”, it really did taste like urine and was a total disaster, a whole new section added on to the famous brewery up in St. James Gate, millions wasted on the advertising campaign too, the slogan was “They said it couldn’t be done” How right they were, they should have listened to “them”… it couldn’t.
Oh course that was in bygone days when barmen we more respected than politicians and priests, get on the wrong side of a barman at your peril, he had the power to put you out of action for a week if you crossed him, the old “depth charger”, a concoction of stale leftover beer from the night before could be prepared to look like the perfect pint, but once it goes down you that was it, you’d be running to the jacks for a week, and if you complained you’d be told “well nobody else complained about the pints” best to be nice to your barmen back then.
I omit saying barmaid because there were no barmaids, except in family owned houses, the union didn’t allow them until the 1980’s or thereabouts.
Having said all that, those days are gone and any eejit is allowed pull you a pint today so I limit my intake to one or two at a sitting.
Quote Gunbud.
"but seriously folks as the comics often chorus - I was watchin a doco the other night about a famous aussie photographer who was brought up in the wild and ruggered top end - hang on hang on I’m getting to the point or was that pint?
he had another rookie photographer with him and at one point as they were climbing mountains and watching waterfalls the senior said " today I don’t want you to take any photos just stop and look at the scenes - watch them change - watch the colors - see the changing nature and then we’ll come back tomorrow and do some camera work " End quote.
Well Gummy a nature lover neath that rough exterior, sentimental old git after all ain’t yeh.;-)
That’s one of the things I like about Agatha Christies writing, she doesn’t ramble off in paragraph after paragraph describing flowers, trees, buildings, romantic scenes, especially romantic scenes, but then she was no oil painting herself, could lack experience in that department. She always stuck with the story because she knew that’s what her readers wanted.
Wasn’t that very clever of her in her book “The Murder of Roger Ackroyd”? she broke all the rules of detective writing in that one, the narrator of the story was the murderer all the time (sorry if you hadn’t read it)
oh well was a sure conversation stopper if ever I heard one! who the feck is agatha christie - didn’t she murder people in the old days by poisoning - should have took some hereself if she choose a name like Ackroyd to write about - wasn’t he in ‘open all hrs’??
goodnight!
Nah, your thinking of Dan Aykroyd!
Nononono,Spitty!
It was Miss Scarlet,in the library,with the candlestick!
[don’t,gumbud…just,don’t;m’kay]
I just thought I’d throw that Agatha Christie bit in as I’m a great admirer of hers, her Mother didn’t want her to learn how to read too early in life for some reason, so she taught herself how to read and write at the age of five, you have to be very clever to do that, and she was.
“She wore a deep blue knee length dress, backless and low cut at the front, it displayed her lily white skin in all it’s smoothness. Light blue suede half boots complimented the dress and showed just the right amount of her beautiful well shaped legs, her platinum blond hair was long, silky and shoulder length…” and on and on they go, that’s the kind of crap that can clog up a good yarn, it would be more suited in The Tattler reporting on ladies day at Royal Ascot, and not in a murder mystery story.
The Queen of crime, although no shakespeare at literature, spares us all that, she writes without the frills, she will give you the basics and that’s all you need, your own imagination supplies the rest, no point in reading fiction if you haven’t got imagination is there? I rest my case m’lord.
It wasn’t just herself that had the knowledge,Jem-her brother Tony knows the way to Amarillo!
…and the route he knows involves some well dodgy Avenues & Alleyways!
If ever a good song was flogged to death that one surely takes the prize Pug, I loved it first time around then got so fed up hearing it I never wanted to hear it again, if you know what I mean.
“Any bird can built a nest, but not everyone can lay an egg” Stan Laurel.
Beaglestreet life insurance ad on TV, the young chap tells them on the phone that he’s in his thirties and doesn’t smoke (neither do millions more nowadays, so I don’t think that carries as much clout as it used to) He asks how much it will cost him, this is the answer he gets back “I’m confident it will cost less than you expect” ??? she’s confident? it ain’t her life wots getting insured and she doesn’t have to cough up anything, no wonder she’s confident.
Is it just me or does that make any sense to anyone as an answer? 
Next time I’m up in the local getting a pint I’ll ask Tony the barman how much will it cost me, and if he answers “I’m confident it will cost you less than you expect” I’ll answer “Then here’s a euro, I have great expectations.
The fixed criteria for a Driver in he Smoke!
After reading a thread here about companies tracking folks all over the internet and snooping into their private shopping habits, business dealings, transactions, etc., it made me think of that fairly new stalking law, I’m sure if some crafty lawyer wanted to get onto a nice big earner he could come up with a very clever plan to use the stalking law to take these companies to court for “Stalking private citizens on the airwaves in the course of their daily lives”
I mean if I was to follow some woman all around town, watching every shop she went into and making a note of what she bought and how much she paid for the items I’d be locked up before you could say Jack Robinson.
It’s unbelievable how quick they track you, I was googling to see how much a bottle of port was in the supermarket the wife was going to, I barely had the word ‘Port” typed when up pops a bottle of Sandemans on the corner of the screen, how did they know that was my favourite port?
They are walking all over us, It’s high time the public fought back to regain some general privacy when on the internet without having to download special apps and use dodgy browsing tactics, thankfully I never use banks and only have a prepaid credit card with never more than 200 euros on it.
Where’s Arthur Daly’s brief when you need him.
The brother’s youngfella lost his job in the seafood section of the supermarket, he’s a lazy bugger anyway. They were stocktaking and he wouldn’t move a mussel.
Looks like Gummy’s got special dispensation from the members list, this has been invigilated by an independent source.
Sorry now, time is up, this Thread has become like a Quorum of Solace. Ta-Ta.
Yes your right Spitty, RJ gone and Gummy barred has put the damper on it for sure, two great characters and sadly missed.
Still it’s the only thread I can put my scribbles into without annoying anyone who writes serious poetry and similar stuff, I don’t do the games, gardening, politics, or technicals, so it looks like it’s back to talking to meself again, but that never bothered me before, I’ll still pop in from time to time.
Then there were none.
One took to the writing in the way of his Uncle Viv
The life of a author he wanted to live.
Be it in heaven or be it in hell
Many’s the good yarn he lived to tell
The next chap went mining diamonds, just on a whim
Now all his mates call him Kimberly Jim
The third fella loved guitars and wanted to hoard them
But he soon got fed up and died of boredom
Next in line was he of the short ditty
Still wandering around the place is dear old Spitty
All gone now and the door is shut
The link is broken and the line is cut.
Oh,pause for a mo,chaps!
Am I to understand that the writers of such timeless ‘jems-wivva-little-j’ are now left,ne’er to return??? Are you saying that the creative ability such as this planet has never before known…and now,will never know again…have [gulp] LEFT???
Oh,how necessary I find my guitar
when discovering 'they’re gone-those both near and afar.
For,the blues doth descend [in drop-d,naturally]
causing 4-bar riffs to emanate from me.
I play in 2/4-time,as I think of those times,
Texts of wit,texts of humour,the ridiculous rhymes.
But now,the reality is there’s just me left,
the “unbeakable Brotherhood” has been finally cleft.
So,I ask myself,what should I do?
Should I post as if all were as was?
Should I continue to post idle thoughts and ideas,
or should I exercise the ‘I’m gone too’ clause?
Ha! I know,what I’ll start to do!
I’ve had an idea,y’see.
I’ll use a false name,when I post stuff here,
that way,no-one’ll know it was me!!!
[posted by Gup,who none of you know…m’kay]
{oh,pps,by the way…it isn’t me-don’t forget that!}
Pugsy, this thread has an attraction, a bit like the attraction a dog has, when investigating the bottom of the Garden, looking for somewhere to Die, someone will always pick up the scent, Viva le Scribblers.
Oh,I hope you’re right,spits. This particular forum is always my refuge after an 18-hour day of being very busy being me. I do also use chess forums and Bumblebee,the police auction site-other than that,if I’m using the Mac I’m writing songs/music,if I’m using the Toshiba I’m browsing-usually aimlessly. I know I’m a luddite,a pariah,a freak,who has more interest in particle physics than politics…but I also have 9 guitars,4 harmonicas & a drum kit [plus three MASSIVE amp stacks]…so I’m not dead yet!
…unless I am and no-one bothered telling me…
Oh-and…how did you know it was me???