Car, 1933, where was the Hamper?
Car 1933, that made me think of car 54 where are yooo! with the longfella from the Addams Family in it, can never think of his name, but you were too young to remember that old TV series Spitty.
It hasn’t stopped raining here for two days and two nights, I’ve heard of April showers but this is ridiculous, all the racing has been called off in the UK except for that sand tracked punters graveyard- Wolverhampton.
We have sterner horses over here, they don’t mind the muck and a drop of water on their backs,
and the Irish Grand National goes ahead as planned today, one would need to be good at praying and have a piece of the true cross in one’s back pocket to pick the winner of that race.
It really is a miserable looking day out there as I look out the window.
Watching Joan Hickson as Miss Marple on Drama TV, she was my favourite Marple.
Enough is enough.
Here are some inspiring words.
We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
That speech showed great insight, there wasn’t even a Niff of Digital in the air back then.
And then there were none.
Methinks it’s best to stick to the scribbling and less of the quibbling.
A thought came into my head earlier, but it’s gone now, it couldn’t stand the solitary confinement.
And now for another parable in the wake Easter week.
A scribbler went out to sow his word
Some were sensible and some were absurd
Most were eaten by a big wild bird
Who left behind an enormous turd.
From this turd there grew a tree
With branches strong and free
Spreading tripe for all to see
Without any malice or mystery.
Charlie Chan he say “When one is at the latter end of the walking stick, one hopes the rambler will avoid shitty ground”
Well, wherever he is, and what ever he’s doing Miss Blanche, one thing is certain, from now on, neither of us should leave your side for a moment…ever.
Charley Farley.
Good Morning lovely people.
All will settle soon.
I am still with you - I know I don’t count.
“I know I don’t count” Now don’t you start moaning Sweetie, your not the moaning type, you are a ray of sunshine amongst us scribblers and long may you shine.;-)
At the grandsons 18 birthday bash the other night there was as expected mostly all young people, most of the music played by the DJ I never heard before, but fair play to him there was an old bloke with an organ type thing hired and we had an hour of the 60’s 70’s and 80’s stuff, followed by folks getting up to sing, one old lad made a complete hash of Cliff Richard’s “Girl, you’ll be a Woman soon”, not sure if that’s the name of the song but you’ll probably know the one I mean, not an easy song to sing accompanied by an organ and not to be risked unless you are a good confident singer, I’ve seen dozens of men and women in the past make an ass of themselves trying to sing “Unchained Melody”
Anyway what is a woman soon? I know a “Mon soon is it a tempestuous Scottish man, maybe it’s a WOM monsoon, a shit stirring woman, who knows, anyway it was a great night out. 
I was not moaning Jem- just being silly.
I am so glad your Grandson had a wonderful Birthday.
Gosh I can remember my 18th, I invited 50 friends, and 150 arrived!!!
Here is a something a little different for you all.
Here the opening paragraph of H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds:
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment.
AAhhhh they dont write stuff like that anymore
Timing is everything, yet so many have got it wrong, firstly the Mayans, then H G Wells, only the Mayans have a better excuse, on the time scale, a greater margin of error, everyone needs a night with Miss Calculation.
Eloi Eloi Eloi, what’s going on here then?
Morlocks, Mayan or Mayan-not predict life ends on December 21st
I dunno, just glad the Millennium Bug was just a digital throwback.
Very relaxing video that Sweetie.
Miss Calculation and Major Disaster often go hand in hand.
My great Uncle Fergus was Mayan, so Mayan that he wouldn’t spend Christmas.
Indeed they don’t write like that anymore RJ. Wells was way ahead of his time, he did his best to try to get mankind to live in harmony, but even he had to give up that idea in the end. He once said that it might be better if another species replaced mankind, I’m inclined to agree with him.
I like his chosen epitaph “I told you so. You damned fools” Pity they had him cremated and his ashes thrown into the English Channel at “Old Harry Rocks” I wonder is that near “Old Nellie Rolls”
I didn’t know he wrote “The History of Mr. Polly”
Is there a right time for Reflective Disclosure?
Goodnight Possums.
Sweetie, can we have Gummy back now please.
Have you ever wondered that we could be the only planet in the universe with life on it? We all used to think that one time but it’s gone out of fashion now, we all want to go to Mars and the like, take all the good things off the Martians or wherever we find natives in exchange for strings of glass beads, then return to earth rich and famous.
All the evidence we have to date seems to suggest we are alone, not a sign of the tiniest amount of bacteria has been found or spotted anywhere else in the great beyond.
We are truly unique, that in itself is very spiritualistic don’t you think? We are special, yet we don’t appreciate that, we continue to ravage this beautiful big blue planet of ours in pursuit of wealth and power, we really are an ungrateful despicable species when you come to think about it.
I hope future generations will have more sense and start to give something back to the earth instead of taking everything out, turning it into plastic junk and stuffing up the oceans with it.
And that concludes this political broadcast on behalf of the Green Party.
Reminds me of an old chestnut.
The madly in love couple were honeymooning in a country house, the farmer’s wife brought their breakfast up to the bedroom each morning but they kept refusing it saying through the door “We don’t need it missus, we’re living on love”
After a few days the farmer’s wife got cheesed off and she banged hard on the bedroom door “Your breakfast is ready again” “We don’t want it missus, we’re living on love” “Well for Gods sake stop throwing the skins out the window, they’re choking the chickens”
Oiy you I only borrowed him.
From his posts at the weekend, I believe he is being thoroughly spoilt at his son’s. Be patient he will return.
Good Afternoon everyone.
Jem I sometimes wonder if there is life in me, let alone other planets.
get off ; get off - let me go’let me go - can you wipe the lipstick off please.
hello spittie me here - just a bit of a hiccup in transatlantic relationships! - get off get off!
you were saying spittie?