very interesting will read later with breakie!
Good Night to the scribbles lovelies. x
never found again ‘scribbles lovelies’ here since I’ve been here??
Thank you for the video of Foster and Allan Sweetie, I forgot to mention it earlier. I received a list of new ultra-simple instructions on posting video’s from a very helpful member via email and will be trying them out as soon as I can pluck up the courage to make an idiot of myself again.
Meanwhile I have to transfer all me passwords and nick nacks from the old computer onto a new one, it’s a pain in the backside to be honest, but the other mac mini was becoming outdated, this one is new and me son got it for me for 400 yoyo’s, that’s euro’s over here now, they are 700 new in the shop with the tax and what have have you, he done well for me.
I agree Gummy, Sweetie is a natural born scribbler, no need to give out stinking badges, we don’t need no stinking badges.*
The stinking badges story.
“Badges? We don’t need no stinkin’ badges!” is a widely quoted paraphrase of a line of dialogue from the 1948 filmThe Treasure of the Sierra Madre.[1]That line was in turn derived from dialogue in the 1927 novel,The Treasure of the Sierra Madre,which was the basis for the film.
In 2005, the full quote from the film was chosen as #36 on theAmerican Film Institutelist,AFI’s 100 Years…100 Movie Quotes.[2]The shorter, better-known version of the quote was first[citation needed]heard in the 1967 episode of the TV seriesThe Monkees, “It’s a Nice Place to Visit”. It was also included in the 1974Mel BrooksfilmBlazing Saddles, and has since been included in many other films and television shows. Wiki.
As my old dad would say, I don’t need a badge, I need a chest to pin it on.
Jem has anyone told you that you are full of a lot of s…unshine at times?? 
well my old da used to say " I don’t need a badge - just a woman to hold it for me whilst I trounce this idiot here!!"
They have indeed Gummy, full up to the brim in fact, but i don’t mind in the least just as long as my true love told me that she loved me. I’m lying back on my lounger here on this immaculate sunny day whilst my beloved tends her blooms, she’s like a huge human bee as she passes from flower to flower.
Aww, you say the nicest things Jem:lol:
He’s makin it all up SP - he’s notoriously a story spinner ; tall tale teller ; a town crier ; a billboard man!
stop causing disillusionment among the ladies Jem and get back in ya garden shed!!
Bournemouth’s radical Russian printers
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The residents at Tuckton House. Tchertkov is fifth from the right wearing the cap. His wife Anna is in front of him to his right.
As places in which to foment revolution, Iford and Tuckton are about as unlikely as they get. However, their Edwardian residents included an enclave of radical Russians, exiled dissidents dedicated to the printing and distribution of the works of Tolstoy, which were then banned in their motherland.
They were lead by the wealthy Count Vladimir Tchertkov, the son of a general and childhood friend of Alexander III who ruled Russia as a despot following the assassination of his reformist father in 1881. Having embraced the devout Christian liberalism of his mother the Countess, Tchertkov was already at odds with the Tsarist regime and had resigned his military career in 1879, leaving court to throw himself into the education of the serfs. His first meeting with Tolstoy in 1883 united the two men in moral and religious solidarity as the author of War and Peace and Anna Karenina would later be excommunicated by the Orthodox Church and censored by the State, which took exception to his anti-establishment stance.
By 1897 the authorities had also turned on Tchertkov, who chose to live abroad over internal exile and arrived in England to settle at Tuckton House, where Tolstoy had enjoyed a summer holiday in 1894. His mother, a committed Anglophile, had a holiday home called Slavanka in nearby Belle Vue Road in Southbourne-on-Sea, where it was hoped the apparent healing properties of the local water would improve her health.
Tchertkov brought with him thirty or so other émigrés, mainly middle-class artisans and professionals, who were resolved to publish the works of their mentor. To this end Tchertkov rented the old water works at Iford, built in 1875 as a pumping station by Bournemouth Gas & Water Company, and established the Free Age Press.
By 1900 the colony was organised in line with Tolstoyan principles of domestic simplicity and strict non-violence. It was an otherwise Spartan existence, teetotal and vegetarian, in which personal possessions were discouraged and although the tireless work ethic was anathema to the promotion of Bournemouth as the resort of pleasure and leisure, it soon attracted media attention.
In January 1902 the Daily Mail reported: ‘The inmates rise at six o’clock, the majority beginning the day with a sea bathe at Southbourne. At about nine a mouthful of vegetarian food is snatched, followed by work till one when a light vegetarian lunch is eaten. Then work again until seven or eight when the meal of the day is partaken. At this, all members of the community sit down together, no-one serving, no-one acting as servant. The most striking point in the whole Tolstoy gospel is the equality of master and servant.’
Tchertkov liaised with publishers, translators and distributors, smuggling the unexpurgated works to and from Russia. Tolstoy’s handwritten manuscripts were stored in a strong room with concrete walls eighteen inches thick – which were lined with firebricks, a steel grille door and a narrow iron-barred slit for ventilation. Considered fireproof, damp-proof and earthquake-proof, when the house was demolished in 1965 it took two workmen a full week to make a 15-inch hole in the wall!
I’m all for equality and all that, but no gargle!, sure what’s the point of working like a dorg if you can’t have a pint and a smoke at the end of the day, I do admire them but it wouldn’t be my cup of tea, maybe Spitty’s, he just loves grafting.;-)
They say he’s like a Camel and can go without a drink for two weeks.
Teetotal and Vegetarian, no way, after a days graft, I need a few drinks and a Bacon Butty.
I am sure they had some vices, whether they shared them around is another matter.
That’s the trouble, some folks take inactivity to the grave.
Oh I say Spitty.
Are you grumpy?
Never, but I recognise it. Actually, I’m not allowed to be Grumpy.
Well I should hope not, you are not one of dwarfs.
heh - you callin me grumpy or summat ? - cos if so - well I’ll go and get me big bruvver and get 'im to belt yuz up! see!
Quiz time for the quizzical and the dizzical and women!
Now here is a pic!
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now what is he doin - NO he is not inspecting a saxaphone - yes I know it looks like it but think again??