then he took some blood and said he’ll let me know the results next week,
thought ya was gonna say doubt if he’ll be around long enough to let me know!!
snaps - ya know gawn right off of them since I lost me brownie box camera. My DIL has got 3000 on her cell phone [wanna know what a cell phone is?? try googe!]
also got a 300 pound [no not weigh sterling] in the house that no one but me [or should that be I] can use - too complicated and I can’t be arsed!
Gummy, I’ve got your Number, it ain’t so complicated, get someone else to “Do the Math”, then, just follow the Code.
Remember the old carnivals?
“Roll up, roll up, see all the fun of the fair
You’ll never know what you missed if your not there”
So said the man in the shabby red suit and a cap with gold braid
Scary looking fella and he made us kids afraid
I felt deep into me pocket and took out all my change
Thought I might chance me arm at the rifle range
Aiming at cardboard figures with is not much fun
Especially when your handed a gammy pellet gun
All the guns were defects, not a one was good
How are you supposed to hit anything when your using a dud?
We saw a sign saying “Tunnel of Love” but that was for sissy’s and such
Don’t know what they got up to in there but it couldn’t be very much
The Chairoplanes were thrilling but they went far too fast
Got a wallop from a fallen shoe as I walked past
The Octopus was a sad looking sight, part rusty and in need of paint
It moved slow and sluggish, not for me so it ain’t
There were no Fat ladies or women with beards to brave
Because back then food was scarce and ladies didn’t shave.
All the girls were slim with lovely smooth pegs
So how come today they all have hairy legs?:-)
nope don’t remember them - how feckin old are you??
Whatever happened to letter writing and the use of fountain pens?
In my circle of friends and acquaintances I can only number 2 chums who tick all the boxes.
I recognise their handwriting immediately when their letters plop through the letter box and on to the lino.
I don’t think either will stop now, even though their writing has become shakier.
I am going to write a few letters this coming week. Alas they won’t fit my criteria, my writing is notoriously illegible, but in my head I’ll be using a posh fountain pen.
I recall reading that the late Eamonn Andrews of “This is your life” fame & an Irishman always wrote in his own personal handwriting in GREEN ink.
My dear old much loved & missed Dad wrote in a beautiful uniform & steady handwriting, always. Even on little rough notes. I didn’t inherit his style or his many other talents, carpentry, painting (water,oil, & household) metalwork.
70 going on 100, but I always kept my ear to the ground when I was a young fella, our Mother used to have her sisters around to the house nearly everyday and they talked forever, ever hear of corner boys and Beatniks?
Then she always had the radio on so I know all the old 50’s songs too, Guy Mitchell, Bing Crosby, Ann Shelton etc.,
I just remembered something and it made me smile just now
We had a President back in the 50’s, he was a tiny little man, O’Kelly, was his name, he was about five feet tall I think. He always wore a black suit with tails and a big top hat. One day he was inspecting soldiers at McKee barracks and as he walked by one soldier muttered to the one next to him “Don’t kick that hat, there’s a man under it” The officer escorting the president heard the remark and the soldier was drummed out of the army, that’s a fact. I remember laughing me head off as a boy when I read that in the paper.
Another time he was to throw in the ball at an all Ireland football final, someone from the crowd roared down “Will someone please cut the grass, we can’t see the President”
I envied my Dads handwriting RJ, even up to the end he was fantastic with pen and ink.
What would Eamonn de Valera make of such frivolity
I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t appreciate my dad’s skills at the time of my youth.
My old man was a clever geezer, but, unbelievably stupid, our Apple Tree had a short span.
It’s ok having a high IQ, but watching one with one, can be an excuse for folks to Q, just to watch the I’s water.
Das is it to be?
Me Da passed on the love of reading – first by sitting me on his lap and reading books like Treasure Island – later in life he developed a love of classical music, painting by numbers [as you could in those days] – we had numbers all over the dining chairs! – poem writing and was an ‘armchair traveler’- his armchair could be found in many rooms. He died with his wife and three kids standing around his hospital bed, but I don’t think he wanted to go that way really!
Y’know,I have several pens…proper,real pens…and each time I use one of them,I get ridicule. Comments such as “oh,ffs,we’ve got ballpoints now!”
Yes-all well and good…but in the days of my yoof,caligraphy was a prized art form…so much so that exams written soley in broad-nib Italic,or that were blot/smudge-free having used a 1954 Shaeffer [I still have it!] medium-nib fountain pen,would garner extra marks. Oh,well - must get typing…LOL!
Biro cuts out writing doubt.
While we’re on the subject of numbers, whenever I meet blokes over 80 or so, I break the ice by saying something like "What’s your number soldier? OLd soldiers never forget their national service number. and mostly their faces light up. If pressed to give mine I say 11-18-7. This is actually my granny Maud’s CO-op dividend number, aah memories
Wiv my lot,a request for I.D. was always bellowed as “Name & last five!” as opposed to just about everyone else’s “last three”. When I was awarded tapes,I too kept up that hallowed tradition. Eventually,time and events took a toll,which is why I have this prosthetic head-but luckily,it doesn’t show.
Actually O’Kelly and the longfella (De Valera) were great mates RJ, Dev was forever preaching to O’Kelly about his drinking, O’Kelly had draught Guinness on tap installed in Aras an Uachtarain, that’s the Irish White House in the Phoenix Park. Dev was over six feet tall, can you imagine the pair of them together, Mutt and Jeff, but then none of you youngsters would remember Mutt and Jeff.
Jem,that’ll teach me not to try to comment on Irish glitterati.
I thought mutt’n’jeff was rhyming slang for deaf, or possibly a joint of mutton.
I had to google M & J,to discover that the “tall one” is the absolute double for my uncle Vivian.
I understand Michael Collins was a tall man too. At least his biopic starring a a tall actor was. (can’t think of his name)
Some good news chums.
You’ve all seen my posts about my dear uncle Vivian.
It’s his 100th birthday tomorrow.
The nursing home where he resides has suspended the ban on him leaving his room & none of the helpers are pursuing their claims for harassment.
William Hill have waved his debt because of his considerable contributions to their balance sheet.
I would appreciate posts congratulating him, he is partially sighted but I can read them out to him.
Great news RJ, and as soon as you see him give the lovable old rogue my heartiest congratulations, he’ll be receiving his brown envelope from the Queen, they give you a thousand Euros over here now when you reach that magical age, so I believe.
They say the good die young, and it’s hard to kill a bad thing, does that mean every year folks get more bad?:shock:
