I enjoyed reading all those posts folks, thank you all.
We had a merry-go-round exactly like the one in your first picture Fruity, many hours of enjoyment I got on that old thing.
Spitty sends everybody dizzy Sweetie, that’s what he does, he spent too much time on the roundabout as a kid you see.;-)
My youngest grandson (4) was here with me today, I had to look after him while the wife and his mother were shopping. He loves the old fairy Tales and brought a book of them over with him, he’s great at reading them for his age.
I used to love all the old Fairy Tales when I was a kid, it’s amazing how long those tales lasted over the years, and how the children of today still love them.
Since 1812 when their first set of stories were published, the Brothers Grimm’s works went on to become available in 100 languages worldwide, some achievement eh.
One thing I could never figure out about the story of Little Red Riding Hood (not a Grimm story by the way), was how the wolf got into the granny’s clothes before he lay in wait in the bed, the wife suggested he was an ex army officer wolf and he had a batman to help dress him, I don’t buy that.
I found an old book and it’s not very slim
It’s filled with stories by the brothers Grimm
I opened it up and much to my delight
There was the story of little Snow white
She had a little cottage in a forest glen
Happy as Larry with seven little men
Good job nobody told Father O’ Moore
Or she’s be condemned as an out and out whore.
now now sweetie pie no cheatin dropping that little wobbily toy in you know it’s not real! what are you after extra spinning top points ? - we love spittie too by the way - it’s just the noise of that drill that sends us crazy and all our pc’s wobble too!
this is wot spittie is really all about in his conservatory!!
Do we know what he intends to conserve once 'tis built. Do we know what type of drill he has? Is it a common or garden hammer drill, or is it an SDS drill?
It’s no good coming here with half a tale as my old dad used to say. We need answers.
I have both types Chuck, and Chuck lass, the Conservatory has been fully erect for about 5 years, the project is to extend it, and change it’s use to a Kitchen, the age old problem being cash and time. You need to earn cash to pay for it = work, whilst working you have little time.
“I will take a Pic when I break concrete”
Try eating sand and cement and you’ll be breaking concrete in no time.
I have a grump to make about a box of ‘Celebration’ chocs I got as a small present. The sweets are all individually wrapped as you know, but now some bright spark has come up with a new idea, with the old wrapper you just had to twist the two ends of the wrapper and out came the sweet, one slick quick move, one could twist the night away to ones content, then you got rid of the coverings all in one piece.
Now some gobshite decided that there should be a cut in the centre of the wrapper, so when you go to twist it it won’t twist anymore, so you peel back the split and the paper tears and tiny bits of wrapper peel off, you have bits of paper everywhere, and then you still have to pull out the sweet, several awkward moves and lots to tidy up, how thick can one get? whatever happened to leaving well enough alone? I’m disgusted, I really couldn’t believe they could do this silly thing.
The whole world is going backwards I tell you.
Well as far as I’m concerned they can stick their Celebration where the monkey stuck his nuts.:twisted:
…and WHILE we’re doing ‘Grumpy Corner’,which only long-suffering adults may enter,I’d like to mention my effing boiler. Right [thanks for readin’ this,you LUVVLY persn,you!] yesterday -10th]-the ‘excpert’ came out. He examined the boiler closely,[SO glad I removed my ‘‘Heath Robinson’’ running-gear yesterday] VERY closely…then used a laser [yep,21st Sentry’s hear] to measure each room,then made a complex series of equations on his iPad…and got REALLY snotty when I pointed out two mathematical incongruities he’d made…the ‘expert’ had btu units mixed up/confused with with bta units-so if he’d recommended a 2.9psi it’d not flow and if he’d gone for the 3.6,it’d blow the converter in being activated…but wasd he pleasded to be corrected? Wasd he FUennyway,I got onto my MP afgain today,whos also suffering nightmartes because I’m in his constituency so he might have to come onto this island…this remote island…where lurks - the axe-swinging PUG…MWAHAHAHAHAHAAA…er…ahem…I say-got carried away for a mo-DO so apologise - anyway,the woman-type lady-female on the end of the line at the dept from which this ‘expert’ [oh,DON’T start me laughing again…he was a TOTAL prat,with ZERO understanding of convert-restrictive mathematics…the IDEAL person to decide what pressure,psi,btu and rotational-flow rtf the boiler should be operating at…MWAHAHAA]oops-sorry…azzi was saying-just now spoke again with my MP…he’s TOTES pissed-off with me/the scheme/the muppets making cash out of it without doing anything/the spuds that arrive at peoples homes to drink tea and make promises they have no intention of keeping-and me. GOOD! Now EARN your £144.000 per annum,you fat pr1ck! Yknow what?..https://s20.postimg.org/jjksp7ikt/****_IT.jpg
[done it this way soze not to upset sensitive personas,such as Sweetikins,gummybear-and of course,our very own JEMBOREE bag! YAAY!] … anyone here remember Jamboree bags,perchance?..
Totally with you Pug. Not such a dumb blonde really.
It is VERY frustrating when you know what is needed and how to solve it.
Then some idjut gets it all wrong. https://www.popsike.com/pix/20140427/221426551484.jpg
That’s what’s wrong with these islands today Pug dear boy, they are full of useless experts who wouldn’t know a hammer from a camels tail, the only thing they really know how to do is look important when confronting the great unwashed, when you look important you can get away with murder, just think of John George Haigh and all the women he conned.
No I don’t remember any Jamboree bags over here Pug, there was however one old bag who ran the Girl Guides in the local hall, she used to go on Jamborees with the girls. Phyllis was an excellent Girl guide, she used to have me in knots, and many’s the time she had to help me across the road.
Girl guides are what you’d call Brownies in your neck of the woods.
Funny you mention Oxford Spitty, I watched an old film of Laurel and Hardy last night called ‘Chumps at Oxford’ I still laugh at those pair.
Seems to me lots of them chumps do well for themselves, they all go into politics and then make chumps of the lot of us.
Ollie to Stan as he answers the phone.
“Stanley, it’s a long distance from California”
Stan: “It sure is”
Well,ALL I’m asking those overpaid,self-indulgent ringpieces that call themselves ‘the cabinet’ to do is KEEP their promises. Jeepers;just last night I was looking at the tv,when I suddenly thought “I ought to turn that on!”…so I got into my suspenders and basque [photos available for the right price] which REALLY got the tv going and it showed an interview with some of the survivors of that Grenville Tower fire…and they’re STILL in hastily arranged ‘accomodation’ [note the inverted commas] that this govt shoved them into after that tragic event-some still trying to come to terms with family losses…and I thought, “Pug” [coz I always speak to myself informally-no introductions needed] “you’re WAY down this rotten,ineffective,lying,answer-avoiding govt’s list of priorities”. But in truth,I don’t mind,because I’m on really good terms with 25 letters of the alphabet…although I don’t know why…and I’m doing ok,as I have the knowledge and understanding of engineering required to make a dead,condemned boiler run [although I had to swap the vacuum-cleaner engine for one from an electric lawnmower,to increase the pto in the rotary pump] so I’m FAR better off than my mate Colin,who had his neck brace fitted in November-since when he’s never looked back. It’s just a matter of willpower,y’see. I have incredible willpower - I’ve quit smoking DOZENS of times! My only real self indulgence is writing letters to myself…Dear Me…:-] [Y’know what? I’ve GOT to cease posting…even I’M thinking WTF???..]
There is a false sense of security about livin in flats [you know them there vertical thingees - ever wondered why they call them flats when they’re vertical?] planes can crash into them; they can slide down hills that turn into mudslides and they can bloody well catch fire. I belong to the flat earth society – been a member all me life – want me feet firmly plonked on the ground facing due north – or south or even east or west come to thunk of it. But vertical never – some people even get buried vertically standing – can’t even give a good person a good resting place – how can ya rest standing up. Mind you I remember a mate of mine goin on a field trip to India and as he stood in this hall thingo listening to a speech managed to fall asleep at the back of the hall leaning against the wall! Anyway where was I yes vertically enhanced living. So there ya is living 23 stories up secure [well so ya fink] wrapped up in ya 9x9 1 bedroom flat and finkin ya all cosy and safe and warm and wall lined lifts up and down and then it all goes crazy – no horizontals for me – and no hillslides neither – after all they can slide as demonstrated in USA recently – and while were at it no subterranean livin either – god that would give ya the creeps too. There’s another crazy group of people in OZ [no no there not all crazy thank you!!!] who live in a place called Coodapeedy who live underground and all their skins have gone pale [mind you they’re pretty rich cos they mine opals – no not oprays – opals – no not gems – tell em gem what’s the difference between an opal and a gem?] There’s a very good reason for the flat earth society – it’s real and it’s safe and ya don’t need gravity either. All together last one switch off the light!!
I was thinking of joining those flat earth people too Gummy, but the whole thing fell through.
My sister was married to a South American chap and when he came home from work he would have his dinner, then have a shower and put on a snow white tee shirt, he would then stand up against the wall to look at the TV, slowly closing his eyes he would slide down the wall and conk out on the floor.
Well thats what he did the day I went to visit them in London, the sister told me he does it regularly, she’s married to someone else now, and who would blame her.
I don’t want to know about Opals Gummy, they and I don’t get along, someday I’ll tell you some uncanny true experiences I had with them, even the mention of them sends a shudder down my spine, evil unlucky things them mineraloids.
However folks are free to wear what they like, so if you fancy an Opal necklace with matching earrings and a lip clip, go right ahead, but don’t say you haven’t been warned.
As a bright young thing in the 1970’s, I was in great demand to mingle with the stores pensioners at they’re monthy
bun fight.
I was chatting to 2 ladies who I knew by sight,not sure of names though.
Blagging didn’t usually let me down so I introduced a newcomer to my little group of erm groupies as Miss
Wind,
“Oh no, no no Ii am Miss Bag”
We had a harridan who issued stationery. She came from Cambridge & she was a right old bag.
I once knew a Cambridge lass,who was very sweet of face,
who had chest that attracted the eye,a dead-heat in a zeppelin race.
I remember thinking,first time I saw her,“By Jove-just look at those!
If she ever falls over a paving slab,she’ll never break her nose!”
[that’s true,dat is. Her name’s Julie and to this day,her conk is unmarked]
yes now I recall a young thing called Jewels - knockers that shone in the dark - never had any trouble walkin home through those dark country lanes - right up the garden path she would lead me and then she would say goodnight and turn them off - bugger of a thing gettin home I can tell ya!!
