Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

Why thank you RJ, my parents brought me up to be a good catalist, I go to mass every Sunday and confession once a month.:slight_smile:

I have me fingers crossed for ya Pug, hope it goes well.
The thing about government officials is they never do anything in a straight line, black and white, they have to get there in twists and turns, complicate everything, gives them something to talk to each other about over endless cups of tea.:wink:
I think the head lads have great fun sending out fellas looking for Islands, they have a special section called “Columbus” where all the new lads are tested, so if a poor unfortunate civil servant ever manages to find an Island one should not be too harsh on him, remember he has come a long way, he’s tired and confused just like Columbus, offer him refreshments and the company of any loose young females who might be hanging around, offer him shelter for the night, but whatever you do don’t fall into the trap of exchanging your boiler for a string of glass beads, if you do it will be the end of all the natives on the island.:slight_smile:

I was a thinking last night about a fella I used to work with back in the eighties, he was a first class diamond mounter, but a very soft and easily led chap. He was a good guitar player too and played in a band that later went on to be nationally famous.
He became a victim of the great heroin epidemic that took thousands of young folks lives in Dublin in the eighties, most of them from decent respectable families, what a terrible waste of young promising people.
He eventually lost his job and all interest in everything, he was also gay which wasn’t so well accepted even in the 80’s. I went to see him on the Christmas Eve of 1988 at his room in the city centre, it was in a terrible state and so was he, but he still knew me even though I couldn’t make out a word he was saying, his words were all over the place and made no sense to me at all.
I’ll never forget the lost look in his eyes, the poor chap died of an overdose in that filthy room a week later on New Years day, rest his soul.
I had brought him a bag of groceries, milk, bread, ham, cheese, that sort of thing, he had pleaded with me for money but I refused, I was glad later because if it had been my money that bought the drugs that killed him I don’t think I could have lived with that.

Spare a thought for the lone addict at Christmas time.

Sleigh bells hanging upside down on the floor
Folks with bills knocking at the door
Needles to the left and needles to the right
Dirty clothes hidden under the sofa out of sight

Two electric bars going full blast
Highs to come and highs of the past
Santa’s wearing a technicolor suit
And the clock looks like a bowl of fruit

The hard slice of toast on the plate
Is quivering at an alarming rate
And the dried beans beside it glow
Polished gold for all I know

Now my head hurts and my eyes won’t open
Too much lying around smokin’ and mopin’
To hell with Christmas it’s only for creeps
Give me plenty of fixes and plenty of sleeps. (Mars Barr)

God help them all.

JEM, that is something to consider.

I recall these words from Tennyson, and couldn’t help drawing comparisons with your unfortunate friend and the unseen hordes of souls heading for oblivion.

[CENTER]
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.[/CENTER]

I’m witcha there,Jem. Had a really good friend-also a fellow guitarist of quality,who died from that shit. HOW an intelligent,amiable,gifted man can become so easily turned into a mumbling,shuffling,anything-for-a-fix lost cause STILL doesn’t make sense to me. I got into a spot of bother with the ‘authorities’ [authorities my arse,you cowardly losers!] because I made my feelings regarding the scum that was dealing that shit VERY plain to them when he was found dead. [don’t ask] Suffice to say those arsewipes were a TAD discouraged to discover not everyone’s scared of ‘wellards’. Fukkem.
Right…moving on,to more joyous topics…gums,‘bloody norah’ is thought to have originated as a Cockney term;namely, “Flaming Horror”.
T’is said that,Cockneys being so minded,the ‘g’ of “Flaming” & the initial “H” of ‘horror’ were,as tends to happen with Cockney speech,often dropped-thus it became “Flamin’ Orror”,which,over the years,became “Flamin’ Norah!” and finally the somewhat stronger expletive “BLOODY Norah!”

Now … that may sound somewhat unlikely. But,fear not,for there IS an alternative explanation. Ready? Good…

In THIS version,Norah was a 17th century kitchen servant of the Duke of Wodintonshire,who killed a fellow servant,earning herself the soubriquet “Bloodstained Norah” for her deed. Now-t’is posulated that the expression originated with the Duke himself,as whenever he regaled his fellow peers with the story,a thing he oft did,as he grew older and suffering a modicum of senility,he’d refer to that particular female kitchen servant as “Bloody Norah”. Right…YOU decide which is more likely…[ho,ho,ho!]

OK, there is a Cockney Connection, were there any Apples and Pears in the Orchard?

God I think I 've missed a day out hic hic and double hic pass me the hooka jar doll!

On the 22nd day before Xmas my true love said to me
Have you checked the ‘lights’ doth work? No more fires
Like we had last year! Pass me the port again!
Only three more days
Two gentle farts; one quick pee ; God I ‘ve gone and missed the pan
And a partridge in a pear tree??

erhm - just a thought - do you have any road/street signs with names on them and something like "“causway this way”? jut askin cos if you ever asked us all over for chrissie one year I wouldn’t want to get lost ??

why would anyone want stairs in the orchard unless of course there was an associated barn for the storing of such? oh and a loft to wrench the wenches??

funny how ya memory plays tricks with ya - [ now there’s another conundrum to play with] - but I cannot for the life of me visualize clearly xmas day in our place - it must have been a none event - something for adults only. whereas new years eve is vividly etched as the table was fully set for a meal at midnight at which us kids were allowed to partake.

my one and only sister and I have great fun and curiosity asking each other what we remember together - it is never the same - how peculiar! is that called split enz memories??

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Well Pug I blame your problem on the edumacation system.

When I furst went to school, an old wooden building formerly housing those splendid Land Army Girls, I learnted the basics of the three Rs.
Us had they things with lots of bits of paper glued or stitched together called books. They had lots of pichers in em but not many wurds.

When I wented on to big school, I learnted more complicated reading and harder sums, and the books had more wurds than pichers.

Then when I went to really big school they taught us hard sums (I even have two Ologies in it) and had books with lot of big wurds but very few pichers, with one exception.

The books with lots of pretty coloured pichers were called atlases, and contained things called maps. We learnted all about contours, and salient fechurs such as churches wiv spires and wivout, windmills wiv sails and wivout, different types of roads in different colours (even though real roads were mostly a dirty grey) and woods and builted up aerials like hamlets and villages and towns and cities, and rivers and lakes and the sea, and faeries that went across rivers and lakes and the sea, and bridges over and bridges under, and railway lines and level crossings, and all sorts of interesting stuff.

These books of pretty pichers had a things called indexes where names of places could be found, and from that what page in the book of maps it could be found.
Most importantly we learnted how to use the six figure grid reference to find something on a map in a book of maps. Very useful if you wanted to know how to get somewhere. We learnted a lot about a place called A, and a place called B, and even sometimes about the lost city of C, and how to find your way from one to t’other.
We even learnted how to find other places as well as those three listed above.

This now seems to be a lost art. Kids and even allegedly more mature peoples are not taught how to use a book of maps. If they can’t find the information on their portable elektrickery devices they are stuffed.
Even if one of these devices has elektrickery pichers of maps, they are no good for navigating a-cause you can’t see enough of said map at once.

I tells ya, the edumacation system is going to pot, grid reference 6133403, page 72.

Quite right Fruitycake, folks are slowly being “Digitally De-Educated”, having found faith in their devices, still, there could be some good excuses to be had like “Sorry, I can’t come into work this morning, my IPhone is flat, and I can’t remember how to get there”.:lol::lol:

Hello Boys.
Just popped in to see what you lot are up to.
School Days eh - I loved them.
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Is that rhyming slang for Bears? :confused:

Which one is you? The rather worried looking one on the right holding the letter P perhaps?

It’s spreading. The incompetence that is.

I’ve just received a final utility bill from my water and sewage provider (which is actually not correct as I produce my own sewage and do not want someone to provide me with someone else’s :shock:) telling me that I have vacated the property.

FTW? I ain’t moved and don’t intend to for a very long time yet.

I know what has happened. My Outlaws have moved in with us and had the same water company. Their online system has assumed that since my Outlaws new address is our house, we must have moved out. Tosseurs!
They have even written to my Uncle/FiL with his final bill, saying they are going to install a water meter … at my sodding address! If they think they are going to dig up my newly tarmacked dropped curb they can go and swivel.

I would call them Muppets, but they are not as intelligent as those stuffed animals.

I think I’m going TV crazy, all this rubbish on the telly is playing havoc on my limited brain cells, especially the cooking ‘Specials’, there is a glut of them on at present, Jaysus I never saw so many idiots chancing their arm at cooking, once we only had Fanny and Johnny at it now every Tom Dick and Harry is a TV cook, is it any wonder there are no slim people left on these Islands.:wink:
Gluttony used to be one of the seven deadly sins, and I’m sure they had a good reason for making it one, now it’s completely taken over from the other six and is number 1.
Just wait till January and you’ll see them all lining up at the gyms, jogging all over the place, and trying every sort of diet to get the weight off, eat now pay later, don’t say I didn’t warn you, take it easy on the grub, too much can change the shape of things to come.:slight_smile:
“Did anyone ever tell you you are beautiful” says he to her, twice today I’ve heard that crap line spoken in two different films, what an embarrassing question to ask a girl, if she says yes she does think she’s beautiful he’ll think she’s full of herself and if she says no, he’ll think she’s ugly and has been rejected by every other bloke, it’s a can’t win question that’s why the girls just smile and don’t say anything. You can rest assured I never used that bum line on my missus, beauty is only skin deep, all I said to her was “Who peeled you?”:smiley:
The only laugh I got from todays TV was in an episode of the original Star Trek, Dr. McCoy is talking to Captain Kirk and Spock butts in with a suggestion that McCoy doesn’t like, he turns to Spock and says “I’d be very grateful Mr. Spock if you’d mind your own Vulcan business”:smiley:

On the 23rd day before Xmas my true love said to me
Why not skip Xmas day; we’ve had some fun along the way?
And with astonishment I did say give me the port
thou shall not have no more
Only two more days!
Two gentle farts; one quick pee and a partridge in a pear tree!

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TV is it then Jem? When I were a lad there were two channels, then as I growed up there were three, then colour, then four, then five, then 27 million, yet the quality hasn’t improved.

I went through the Solstice Radio Times and could barely find a thing I wanted to watch, and that’s over a two week period. My Lovely has set the Sky jobby to record some stuff, and I’ve set it to record a few as well, but two wax cylinders should cover the lot.

To the choon of, Oh Mister Porter (now there is a filum worth watching.)

Oh Mister Baird, what have you done?
I wanted to record a programme, but couldn’t find a one.

Never mind, we’ll talk, and snog, and eat, and snooze, and drink, and sleep, and may even take the Money Pit out for a spin if the weather is fine.

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my wife insisted I send a chrissie card to all my chums on leisurely scribbles - I agreed cos I don’t want to get on her good side this xmas!!

Got a few days Off, not sure I will spend them on Off, no matter how many Bird photo’s pop up.