my SIL lives in Spain and assures me that all Spaniards are Imperial any comments to the contrary is severely challenged?
but she was talking about the non-reversable male version unlike like the always reversable female version?
Imperial, not colonial.
Did I tell you guys (I think I did) that I once dated a lass nicknamed “Spanner Face”, every time you looked at her, your Nuts Tightened Up.
nice one spittie!! were they hand tightened???
LOL Fruitcake. Mischief indeed.
The moral of your car tale seems to be when using a Spaniard never olé down on the job.
… and never drop your spaniard down an 'olé.
Time for my ME time with a large GIN & Tonic, a comic, Dandy is fine.
Six months left to prepare for being seventy years of age. On August 7th.
This song caught my eye today (1890)
After the ball is over, after the break of morn,
After the dancers’ leaving, after the stars are gone,
Many a heart is aching if you could read them all—
We’re all looking forward to your three score and tenth RJ.;-
I know only too well what it’s like when tools go missing Fruity.
Spanner face.
Talking of spanners and nuts, there used to be a mental institution near to where I live in the Grangecorman area, (I must tell you all some day about the notorious ‘Billy in the bowl’ the legless murderer of Grangegorman in around 1786) anyway it’s now a new university.
Back in the seventies an unnamed inmate escaped and dashed through the back gardens of the nearby houses, an innocent woman was hanging out her laundry on the line when he dragged her to the ground and sexually assaulted her, he then dashed off, the warders heard her screams and gave chase.
The headlines in the ‘Irish Independent’ next morning read “Nut Screws Washer and Bolts”
Is the sweet one on holidays or what?
The Spanish Lady
The Dubliners
As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coals
In all me life I ne’er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye
As I came back through Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
First she brushed it, then she tossed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all me life I ne’er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye.
The allure is tarnished, whatever next?
not sure if ya don’t make all these up Jem??
Does Bona Fide matter?
Nothing like a dab of varnish to cover the tarnish.
Do you remember the Socialist star of ‘On the Busses’— Red Varnish?
Are you a “French Polisher”.
no but I once went out with a welsh dresser?
That’s Ok, as long as you did not date a “Tall Boy”!!!
All so very clever, entertaining and witty today’s crop of one-liners, puns, and wordplay.Leisurely Scribbles finest hour
You never know what mental miscellania is going to pop up on Scribbles for your delight and edification.
Take ruthios link explaining the melodrama behind After the ball was over.
Does make you wonder what is behind some of the song lyrics we have today, although listening to some of the words it is perhaps best not to know.
The biggest mystery though is how Jems legless beggar Billy who whilst confined to a wobbly copper bowl, managed to keep his balance whilst committing his dastardly deeds.
As a hatpin eventually did for Billy I can only assume my Mother had also heard of his goings on as she always insisted I carry a hatpin for protection.
Never did meet anyone in a copper bowl so it must have worked.
GBY Ronnie DREW