Blimey, lets hope Jem ain’t gone for a Saurez, this is serious.
he gets his knickers in a twist so easy don’t he just! come back old Pug old mate and tell us another story down memory lane the thread accepts all detritimus [is that ow ya smell it spittie?] but I also thought it was a site where one could take a bit of horse play and gentle ribbing - I actually enjoyed reading your stories BUT BUT??? oh god spittie Jem is gonna put us on detention duty!!
there’s ony three of us left [i think i saw RJ in his wheel chair the other day heading down for the lake with his missus in hot pursuit] now if you go Pug
Boys oh boys, you can’t turn your back for a minute before a row breaks out here, relax lads it’s only a bit of craic.
I was enjoying your old memories Pug, I said so and added a few of me own, we’re all different individuals and have differemt ways of expressing ourselves so things shouldn’t be taken up seriously, plenty of sections on the forum for serious stuff.
Come to think of it that’s what happened to old Einstein in the end, he couldn’t stop trying to solve serious problems, never learned how to relax and enjoy all his happy memories (if he had any that is) in his old age so he went ga ga, relaxation is the secret of a long life.
Harvey MacKay Quote.
“Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don’t, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.”
ah be jamious - he’s got a lovely lilt about the way he explains things only the Irish can charm the badness out of ya to be sure to be sure. anyway whereas ya bin young laddie - if ya tell me the bog then it was an awful long time to be sure and you need to see an upside down doctor - bit like a chimney sweep but with a medical background too!!
I do wish old RJ where here he has just the right thing to say that takes us in a new direction. I know he would be if he could nurse gladys must have him tied down!
ps: spittie d’ya think he lilts to the left or the right??’’
bye the bye I came across this recently and liked it
Definition of a transvestite:
A man who likes to eat, drink and be Mary. !!!
sounds like a quick billy connolly joke?
Never had Farmer Giles, not since my self imposed Re-Straining Order anyway.
I don’t know Gummy, but one thing is for sure, it’s Ok going ga ga, if you have a fine Lady at your side.
Anyway, keep thinking about “Go Go”, let ga ga sort itself out, fill yer boots.
oh well that’s sorted out then??
Not so, we are haemorrhaging posters, so, as usual, FFS, someone switch the lights out.
listen good news RJ is back on his stumps and should be joining us shortly! we are arranging passports etc at the moment!
That’s good news, this Thread was about to become “unsustainable” and that ain’t good in todays social climate.
well oi blame the oirish man meself!
What do you make of this…………
I woke up this morning with the middle finger of my left hand firmly wedged in & up my right nostril.
Yes I had a finger right up my nose. I didn’t panic, even when it stayed in situ after I rose from my bed.
Now I come to reflect upon it, there was a similar event 6 years ago when I visited my dear friend David E. He was in a McMillan hospice and close to being promoted to Glory. Bless him.
He was asleep.
After eating his untouched grapes, my nose began to bleed profusely
So I shoved a nearby finger encased in a handkerchief up my left nostril.
Staggering up the corridor and heading for the foyer and exit I chanced upon a very grand lady, obviously a high class toff of some standing in the area.
I forgot I didn’t wear my panama hat that day and I doffed my “cap” to her, unfortunately releasing my finger from my nose allowing blood and snot ,free passage down my chin and neck.
The dear lady paused and showing great concern, genuine concern I thought asked me if I was alright.
I bravely tried to make out that I could often be seen in the vicinity with a handkerchief hanging from my nose and wearing a graceful Queen Mother smile her ladyship edged past me to a waiting Bentley motor car.
Whats all this discord about chums?
eh?
It’s good to see you back here, Robert 
[CENTER][/CENTER]Thank you kindly Dear heart Mags
oh my goodness RJ you’re not still trying that ‘finger up the nose’ are you just for a bit of sympathy from the ladies - thought for the moment she was gonna edge YOU into the bently and take you for an icecream - how is gladys emmanuel - your nurse ??
discord NO we’re just avin a bit of fun aren’t we lads?
I do hope Pug changes his mind, he’s one nice fella who will be missed, fingers crossed he’ll have a change of heart.
What’s all the bugle blowing about ga ga? don’t know what it means where you lot hail from but over here it simply means losing your marbles, well it did in the old days, it also meant shit as in a parent saying to the child ‘did you do a pee or a ga ga’ now I believe theres a singer called ‘Lady Gaga’, I suppose there are some in my locality who would say she’s a crap singer.
My dear mother used to say when she couldn’t remember a name or a place ‘God Jem I think I’m going ga ga’ God love her she eventually did in the end.
Great to have you back RJ, you were badly missed.
Strange experience that having your finger wedged up your nose, the nearest I got to that was when I was a lad, the brother aimed a peashooter at me and I drew me head back instinctively, the pea went up me nose and stayed there, the Granny got the pepper pot out and made me take a whiff, a massive sneeze and out came the pea at 100 miles an hour shattering the glass of water she had on the table.
A very refined Lady (I thought) once passed a remark on me when I worked as a messenger for the Home and Colonial Stores, as I put her messages into the boot of her Rolls Royce she looked at me and said ‘Why my boy, your face is bleeding’ ‘Is it?’ I answered in panic ‘Bleedin’ horrible’ says she and laughed as she got into the car and was driven away, she must have been one of them common rossies who married into money, no bleedin’ breedin’ at all.
Spitty Is farmer Giles any relation to Dubliner Johnny Giles the footballer of bygone years? ( Leeds 1960s/1970’s). folks over here who have the dreaded unmentionables let you know why they are walking funny by saying ‘It’s the old Johnny Giles acting up again’
Terrible things them, as the fella said, you cross the road when you see them coming, thankfully they never took up residence in Jemsbottom on the Rise, a very reserved area:-D