I got a decent set of ringe spanniards using green shield stamps, the only thing I ever used said stamps for.
That was about 45 yers ago and the spanniards still work fine.
Who says the EU is bad fir us?
The old green shield shop has changed hands a few times. The shop is now called, Happytat.
oh good the ‘whip lady’ returns !! Pugs you’re behind me right ? - oh NO said that wrong - you’re alongside me right? well sort of but slightly to the right? - right NO left?
but the wife would eat a horses arse through a hedge is she was let
oh I do love these quips of yours Jem - I’m saving them in a special flooder!!
No good trying to hide behind Pugsy:lol:
Not seen him being naughty.
What have you lot done with him?
Jem I am having such a laugh with the Irish crowd here. The things they come out with:shock:
Nice to hear your having a laugh Sweetie, enjoy yourself.;-)
Another local tippler bites the dust.
Some folks couldn’t have friends even if they knew how to change water into wine. Nicky Roach (not his real name) is one of them.
He sits up at the bar in the local, way down the end of it all by himself. His daily routine is to arrive at 12.30pm with the Irish Times newspaper and plonk himself there, he goes through the paper with his gimlet eye trying to find ammunition for argument, trouble is everyone is wise to him and he has no one to argue with. He’s left like a primed bomb waiting on some poor unfortunate stranger to sit near him and then he will explode into political comments followed by his personal extreme right wing opinions.
For some reason of which nobody knows bar himself he’ll leave at 3.pm exactly having consumed a bowl of soup, a toasted cheese sandwich, and three gin and tonics, you could set your watch by him. The barmen on duty try their best to avoid conversation with him because all he will talk about is politics, nothing else mind you, just politics, trying to steer him off politics is like trying to put up an umbrella in a hurricane, you haven’t got a prayer.
According to his ultra right beliefs he could sort out all the problems in the world today if he was in charge, all unemployed people are just lazy scum to his mind, thank God he doesn’t hold political office, although he tried for local office on the council in his younger days and actually got 3 votes, we all knew who the 3 votes were from.
The gang of old lads I sit with gave up asking him to sit in on our domino games long ago,”All games are a complete waste of time” according to him, he doesn’t get invited anymore to the Summer outing or the Christmas party run by the management, he is barred because he always starts political arguments on the bus or in the hotel.
I scribbled that post set in the present tense a few weeks ago and then forgot all about it as I often do lately.
Well God rest his soul, he was buried this morning, all that tension couldn’t be good for anyone, he was 78, I would never speak ill of the dead but me heart bleeds for whoever gets him, be it St. Peter or nick the devil himself.
“Somebody’s knocking at the doo-er
Somebody’s ringing on the bell
Do us a favour, let him in… and keep him in”
Well ; well I never - never thought Jem would lose his cool just like that ; and just a silly little thing too!!
Man I never loses ma cool in me old age, and especially over political hot heads, they’re not worth thinking about,
i never do politics as you well know, it was just that the man has passed on to that great parliament down below, anyone with his views couldn’t possible be in heaven.
Extreme right wing shitehawks, and he was a prime example, are like the stumps of old trees, in everyones way and hard to get rid of, the world can do without them for the times they are a changing, thank God for that.
I am relaxing now in the shade, it’s 28 degrees here at the moment and it’s to get higher as the week goes on, far to hot to be sitting at a bench so the work is on hold. It’s supposed to break the record of 1976 when it reached 33 degrees.:shock:
How do you keep cool Gummy me lad, we don’t want to lose you through internal Gumbustion, do we now.
Disgusted!
Gummy with spontaneous combustion:mrgreen:
I have drunk some very strong local spirit tonight, I’m sure I have fumes coming out of my ears.
Have to admit, that was funny.
oops I thought she said 'spumes and they’re on little spears"???
SP you know when you get too near me I always spontaneously combust and it’s not a pretty sight! but georgous nevertheless
Reality check, isn’t it silly how old folks forget, a year is just 365 days, bar the leaps.
NO - gotta give up the leaps these days - it’s even difficult to get a leg over??
Good Morning everyone
It is hot today.
I’m leaping in the pool.
OMG stand back everyone - this could be a ??? put ya own descriptions here!!
I’m back for my lunch.
It is so hot, a bit like Gummy.
Yeah he sure is one hot dog alright.
It’s very hot here too and the folks are starting to moan about the heat, there really is no pleasing some people, this is what they have been praying for all Winter, I mean who could blame the great one for losing his rag with us every now and then and sending fire and brimstone.
Tell me this Gummy old chummy, do they eat hot dingos out there in Gumberland?
I do like these old parables, and here is one I never heard of before, but for the life of me I couldn’t fig-ure this one out, until I read more about it. RJ is well up on his parables, he knows them all.
The parable of the barren fig tree, not to be confused with the parable of the budding fig tree, it would seem them Jews of old was nuts about fig trees.
A certain man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came and sought fruit thereon, and found none. Then said he unto the dresser of his vineyard, Behold, these three years I come seeking fruit on this fig tree, and find none: cut it down; why cumbereth it the ground? And he answering said unto him, Lord, let it alone this year also, till I shall dig about it, and dung it: And if it bear fruit, well: and if not, then after that thou shalt cut it down.
— Luke 13:6–9, King James Version
Ah it seems the ‘Dresser’ or supervisor in the vineyard was playing a trick on the owner of the vineyard, first fruit from a fig tree was forbidden to be eaten for the first three years, by a then law of the land, Fig trees were not usually planted in vineyards because the roots took up too much space, on the fourth year the Dresser would keep the fruit for himself before removing the tree from the vineyard, crafty old sod, I believe he then went on create a fig syrup family business, indeed one of his descendants was the famous Solomon Rip who was knighted by Queen Victoria in 1890, arise “Sir Rip of Figs”
I believe that back in the 1940’s Hollywood abandoned a plan to cast Errol Flynn as Adam in a biblical film, they couldn’t find a fig leaf big enough.
