God these pages are moving ever so quickly lately it’s hard to keep up when you miss a day or two. 
Happy big 70 RJ, welcome to Oldfartland, where hair grows in the most unexpected places, and your bones become audible when you move, if one can move that is. Where every one groans when they sit down and groan again when they rise, nod off in the middle of the day and snore loudly all night, yes my good man, as you always said, old age ain’t no place for wimps, and there’s no turning back.
Seriously though, so far the seventies has been one of my best decades and I’ve never been more settled and contented in me life, nothing bothers me anymore and I’m enjoying every minute of it, I highly recommend it to all those over 50, especially the cranky ones, of course if they wanna go sooner that’s their own business, I don’t mind.:-)
Now that you’ve reached the three score and ten
You have earned your place among contented men
You’ve worked all your life without grumble or greed
And passed on your wisdom to those who would heed
What’s gone is gone and shed no tears
Here’s my glass raised… to the next seventy years. (compliments of The Sausage Factory :-))
A bit optimistic I know, but then I’m an optimist at heart.
I must get back to the grindstone for another few hours, see ya all later.
still grindin away then Jem
grind away grind away Jem grinds away
grindin whatever does cometh his way
he’ll grind ya old teeth for a tuppence or two
he’ll even grind ya granny if she down four ft two!!
grind away grind away grind away Jem
he still grinds away in his grindaway den
his missus will shout him ; “what ya grindin now Jem”
He says 'shush up dear Mavis if she finds out I’m ‘gen’
Another Quiz.
Name the star and a film they starred in.
Is 05 something to do with Fu Manchu???
Ah yeh still haven’t lost the right knack Gummy, be careful you don’t lose the left one.
Yes a bit of grinding does one no harm providing you use a good quality mask and don’t stay too long at it.
There was a Company I worked for that used to cut and grind Connemara Marble (a green marble as opposed to Kilkenny black marble) this was an aside to jewellery making, they used the marble for trophy bases, ash trays, candlesticks, walking cane handles and the like, anytime I had to go down to the basement where the three male cutters were working I’d be covered in marble dust and coughing, how they managed to do this all day 5 and a half days a week is beyond me, all they had was an overall and a flimsy cloth mask to ‘protect’ them, oh they were also allowed a pint of milk free per day, the idea being that when you sup the milk the dust inside you will cling to it and it will exit your body naturally, moyah, as the man said.
Still two of these chaps are still alive today. I believe the fellas who used to grind the points onto sewing needles made great money back in the late 1800’s, but they rarely lived to be 40.:shock:
(Moyah is a shortening of “My arse” without being vulgar, my arse = my ah = Moy-ah, little used today.
- James Dean Rebel Without a Cause
thats the only one I know lol
I think He’s Peter Usedenough, though he obviously hasn’t used enough razor blades.
Come on now Loiny, surely you knew Charlie Chapman.
Looking at Foxy’s lovely wedding snaps and him parting with his daughter reminds me how I dislike that expression “giving away the bride”. I went through all that 20 years ago when my daughter got married, and I remember all the hassle that goes with a daughter getting wed, he has my sympathy.
“Giving away the bride” It makes me think of giving an old overcoat to the charity shop, or handing out free balloons to kids at a supermarket opening.
Why for Gods sake don’t they change it to something like “Handing her over to her husband” much nicer.
Also when the father of the bride is unavailable an uncle of a brother is selected for the job.
I remember a woman talking to Phyllis and me in a pub in Wexford, weddings was the subject, I wasn’t listening so I missed most of what they were saying, it seems her father was in prison when she got married and her uncle had the job of giving her away, the woman must have thought I was paying attention to her every word, I wasn’t, I’m good at pretending to be listening but be miles away at the same time, she tips me on the shoulder and says “What do you think of that then?” I was lost “What do I think of what missus?” she raises her voice as if she was talking to a semi deaf person “My father couldn’t give me away” “With a mouth like that I shouldn’t wonder missus” She was not amused and Phyllis gave me one of her “I’ll get you later” looks.
There is a lot to be said for Synergy.
Lovely post Jem.
You lot can continue with the quiz tomorrow. I was hoping Young Robert might like it. There will be one more after that. Before I give you all the answers.
Good Night Possums
Where is naughty Gummy?
here? you called sweet pea??
I need a topic.
Something to get my brain going.
would you need a very small topic or very big one?? - just askin and I can’t do all that swoonin stuff that a certain other gentleman does on here every time he hears your call!!
Have a Mars Barr instead, that will get everything else going.
We could try a serious topic.
What about Milgram?
No not the Stanley knife before you start.
Is there life on one?