Out early today, Monday will be interesting, adaptability should be the word for Today.
current market price £ 5000 -wish I had a few to shift quickly before the bubble bursts
Thank you for your very … mad and deluded words.
Is that the ed-itter on the top?
More like snowchains, or should that be two words? Mind you, you would have a job fitting two words to your tyres, and I doubt it would help getting your vehicle going again.
He has indeed RJ, Fruitcakes don’t grow on trees you know.
In this weather everyone should have a pair of thick working socks and a thick working shirt, that way you can send the thick socks and shirt to work and you can stay at home by the warm fire.
I used to have a thick overcoat too but it got lost on me, it kept forgetting to come home with me from the pub. I won’t be buying any thick stuff anymore, it’s smart everything from now on.
That thread about harassment reminded me of a basement workshop I worked in back in 1963, I was about 17 at the time and was still an apprentice. I worked at a five seater bench, sort of like a round table with five half moon sections cut out so one could sit in closer to the ‘Pin’ or little block of wood you worked on.
No women worked in the workshop, but there were four girls who worked in the retail shop above, they all wore a sort of uniform, black jumper, black short skirt, black stockings and shoes, a stupid idea I thought because some of the customers would ask the girls who was dead belonging to them, most embarrassing for them, some of the girls were so fed up with the question that they would put on a sad face and say “The Cat” “Oh I see, I’m so sorry”
Anyway one of the girls called Bernie was a little blond slip of a thing but full of pep, she would sneak up behind me and but her two hands over me eyes “Guess who?” She’d squeeze her hands right into your eyeballs and it hurt a little fella like me “For jaysus sake Bernie your blinding me, get your hands offa me” Then she’d burst out laughing and run back upstairs. I didn’t really mind as I knew well she meant no harm, would that be called harassment today?:shock:
She did ask me one time to go babysitting with her to her brothers house but gentleman that I am I had to decline as I was already spoken for. I still wonder what would have happened if I had taken up her offer.
Oh come back to me my sweet little Bernadette, all is forgiven heart of my heart, wick of my candle, head on my pint, I would babysit all your grandchildren just to hear you laugh again.
yes we’ve all experienced a little blonde slip of a girl full of pep who begged us to go out with them and what did we finish up with a large auburn girl with no pep who didn’t really wanna go out with us at all - I do not speak from personal experience you udderstand!
And Let ttat be aleson too ya laddie
like many schoolboys of me aria I always had a set square set in a glimmy tin box with a small ruller and penccil sharpener. for many years un used I carried it around from dwelling to dwelling - I can no longer find it I either threw it out [god forbid] I more than likely lost it in a box the removal men forgot to unload which they frequently do or do not which ever way you read it.
how life and squares have changed - I doubt if ever you could buy one now and even if I could I don’t think I want to go back to technical drawing classes!
when at the age of five I started school I was given an Ipad - it was a black slate surrounded by a wooden rim and I was also given a magic electronic pen called ‘chalk’ - I must try to buy one of those too and amuse my grandchildren with it - I think they would say it is too slow and then remember those magic Ipad that you could draw on and then with the flash of a switch wipe it out - I wonder what will replace the current Ipad because I am sure it will be - what I am not sure of is whether I will make it long enough to see!
I dunno Gummy, but I’d say there are a few dark horses in these here parts.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not his memories of never been caught.
It’s minus 8 now and I’m sitting here in me tee shirt and underpants playing computer dominoes and I’m sweating, the wife went up to bed and left a huge coal fire on “Don’t want you catching cold playing your online game Jimmy dear” one cannot lower down a coal fire, talk about overdoing things, bless her kind heart, but I feel like a smoked cod, not to mention the guilt over all the poor unfortunates who have no roof over their heads tonight.
I think I’ll put the guard to the fire and head up to bed now, much cooler up there. See you all tomorrow.
Yer just got me a bit nostalgic then Gummy, that small chalk board, with your thoughts on it, how easy it was, to wipe the slate clean.
Wipe, Slate…a lightbulb moment
The kids would love the slate and chalk Gummy, my little fella is four and the first thing he asks me when he comes over is, Granda, wheres me slate and chalk? I had to make the slate for him and used matt finish black paint, the chalk I got from Phyllis’s dress making basket. He sits there with the slate on the table and draws all sort of things, his best efforts are of Mickey Mouse, he’s Mickeys best fan, and the fact that if he doesn’t like it and can rub it out amuses him.
He’s the same with the boxes that toys come in, gets a great kick out of playing ‘house’ and getting inside the box if it’s big enough.
I’m sure if they went through our times they would be just the same as we were. God bless ‘em all.
Sometimes all one has in ones old age is ones sweet memories.
As the years are ripped away like the pages of a calendar and the weight of many birthdays pile up on ones shoulders the body weakens, sweet memories will rejuvenate you, if but for a short while.
And here’s a little advice for randy oldies, this info was passed down by my great uncle Davy, a great woman chaser till the end.
If you happen to be going out on a first date with a potential partner, never use black hair dye it’s too obvious, try a mousey brown shade.
Never wear an opened neck shirt, the veins in your neck will entwine with the wrinkles and show up like rhubarb stalks.
When you’ve squashed the last squeeze from the Fixodent tube and applied it to your dentures for security, and if your going out to dinner with a new partner always carry a spare tube, heaven forbid your upper pallet should subside or even collapse in the middle of your sirloin steak.
Never talk about recent operations, pains and aches, or death,
Always straighten up and leave your walking stick at home.
Make sure you have your bus pass ready and don’t miss the last bus home.
Good hunting and enjoy yourselves.;-)
My dear uncle Arthur is now at 98 the last of hs generation after my mother’s sister died last week aged 96.
It’s a heavy responsibility being top of the family heap, the Patriarch
I have produced 10 descendants ,sadly my surname will not survive my eventual passing. After 9 generations of RJ’s from 1702, there will be no more…
That is sad news RJ, my condolences to you and your family.
Unfortunately our surname will live on for many years to come, several ancestors have lived outside the law over the centuries, we had a pirate and a forger hanged in the late 1700’s, another half a dozen or so transported for smuggling brandy from France, and in the middle 1800’s one drunken sot was jailed for three years after he stole a blind mans fiddle and pawned it for drink money.
Then you have the likes of me living the life of a saint trying to atone for their sins.
it’s just not fair.;-)
My friend Robbie worked for over 30 years in Dublin Shelbourne Hotel, he had many stories to tell, this is one of my favourites.
A few days before christmas 1977 a convention of world chess players was held in the hotel, they all stepped off the same bus and were told to wait in the foyer until their rooms were sorted, so they all gathered in little groups and talked about chess.
An old lady resident entered the hotel and went over to Robbie who was the porter.
“Whats going on here Robert?” she asked.
“Nothing much Mrs Simmons, chestnuts boasting in an open foyer”
sorry I haven’t been around for the last 12 hrs but I have had an horrendous experience - I poured a glass of ice cold beer over my laptop kepboard [accidentaily you understand - but the wife dig snigger] 'er missus I said in my best frankie howard voice - don’t you snigger over me!!
I cleaned it immediately but not the hidden wiring inside and lost the use of some keys for ever - anyway to cut a 'orrible story short I first discovered the onboard electronic kepyboard which is a bit slow using the mouse and then finally the lovely logitech free standing keyboard that connects to the pc by magic and I can type again -properly - yes I know I can’t spell too well!
and what a relief to be able to come and mock my friends again and keep in touch by email with my last two close friends on earth [ yes I know you are close but you won’t give me your addresses!]
anyway drama over for a while I will have to replace the laptop eventually and maybe father xmas will bring me one but for now - hi di ho!!
That must have been traumatic Gummy, spilling your Beer, I hope you “Prepped” for such a catastrophe.
A yarn for my buddy’s entertainment
Trevor is a good neighbour to Frances , next door but one. Though they are both in their late seventies they are still pretty fit and enjoy each others company in a purely platonic way.
Bridge, Whist, Line Dancing & swimming are just few of the activities they take part in.
Sadly , just lately cracks have appeared in this seemingly idyllic arrangement . Trevor has had a hot tub installed in his large conservatory and has taken to sitting in the tub for hours on end completely naked, despite his calls for Frances to join him she has found the dynamics of their relationship changed. It wasn’t in her nature to take part in anything so , well frankly, improper.
Worse, Frances had developed severe hypochondria, not a terminal condition but nevertheless disabling. Trevor was now spending lots of time taking Frances to the doctor, the nurse & the chemist, even on one or two occasions the A & E department.
“For goodness sake Frances ,you must rid yourself of all these worries” Trevor advised, nodding sagely . Encouraged by her smile he went on.
“You are more likely to get knocked down by a number 9 bus”.
Too late to engage brain, the damage had been done. They lived on a number 9 bus route.
It was two days ago when he rang to say that he was so frustrated by the situation, but could not think of how to help her.
“Best get it over with Trevor” I said.
“Push her in front of the next number 9 bus, she’ll be ever so grateful & won’t suffer”
“Thanks Robert” he said & put the phone down.
He knew I was just kidding, didn’t he?
I enjoyed that tale RJ.
The son was telling me he sent away for a “Solar’ keyboard, don’t ask me how it’s supposed to work in Ireland, if ever the expression “I hope it keeps fine for you” was appropriate this is one of them.