I’ve told you about the potato man, next up is “Ringo the Laundry Guy”, he spent two years in Los Angles and came back with the strongest American accent I ever heard, one would swear he was a native of the city of angels. He called all the fella’s guys and all the girls were gals or dames so everyone called him the laundry guy, he loved that.
He set up his own laundry here when he came back and business was thriving in the late 50’s. He got the name Ringo because he wore two gold rings on each hand but none on the married finger, some believed he married in America but it didn’t work out. this was well before Beatle Ringo’s time.
He had a muscular pemanantly tanned body, an impossible tan to keep in the Irish climate, (we all know what happened to Michael Jackson when he spent two months living here, he turned white :-D) My mother used to say that he (Ringo) topped it up from a bottle of fake tan, you know the stinky brown stuff women used to use on their legs when they couldn’t afford new nylons, still all the local women were queuing up to give him their dirty linen.
Back then if you had a washing machine in my area you either won the Irish Sweepstakes or you robbed banks.
Ringo came round on Monday mornings and collected the laundry sacks then returned the clean laundry on Friday. He had a very big van and one could lose oneself inside it.
One morning while Ringo was chatting up the newly married Mrs Gilligan who was wearing just a dressing gown and a seductive grin as she held and caressed a bag of dirty washing to her chest as if it was Clarke Gable himself, little did she know that Mr. Gilligan was observing the proceedings from the top front bedroom. He had been off work for a few days with the flu and got out of his sick bed to investigate the tittering and laughing outside the house.
Well he was fuming, and when Ringo took Mrs.Gilligan’s hand and kissed it like a Spanish conquistador off to the Americas it was the last straw for Mr. Gillian. He was down the stairs like a greyhound from trap 6 at Romford and out the door like a light, he grabbed Ringo by the scruff of the neck and proceeded to strangle him up against the golden privet hedge, Ringo’s tan was turning all shades of purple, had it not been for the intervention of Dennis the docker next door who worked shifts and was home that day Ringo was a gonner.
Us kids loved all the excitement and Ringo never called at the Gilligan house again after that day, Mrs Gilligan was seen later at the shops sporting a black eye to the mutterings of the other women “Serves her right, brazen little hussy"
See Pugsy has a pub. Sweetie has the Candy Bar, now Spitty has gone into Fast Food.
well that’s the fastest food i’ve seen in a while spittie - knock ya down sideways in a second?? I was lying on the pavement reading ya sign when a pair of blonde legs came along - and I wondered - how quickly can I get up from this lateral position before being accused of using my mobile phone inappropriately??
Gummy has sweets and books.
…then he thought “Ahhh,sod it” and took 16 photos and a video.
[the lady stopping to look in the shop window helped…the fact she was a police officer kinda ruined things,though]…
…as opposed to every other Australian garage/workshop…
https://i.postimg.cc/nC1Y4vGp/no_farting.jpg
[but we WILL piss in your ashtray]…
sorry Pugs darling but out of magnifying glasses at the moment - do you have an enlargement - NOT that man - put it away - there are women around FGS!! :shock:
SILLY moi…you must be very used to using magnifying glasses to …errm…‘find things’,gummy. Explains the wet patch,bro…
“Oh,that gumbud is SO fascinati…zzzzzzzz”
https://i.postimg.cc/dk6vwNKL/002.jpg
well if ya tryin to advertise oysters with winkle and cockle pics ya won’t get anywhere will ya bros?? 
I have rings for my fingers.
One for each finger,y’Highness?
[Pug runs away pdq]
Rule, Britannia!
Lyrics
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
When Britain first, at heaven’s command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And Guardian Angels sang this strain:
(Chorus)
The nations not so blest as thee
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish great and free:
The dread and envy of them all.
(Chorus)
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.
(Chorus)
Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe and thy renown.
(Chorus)
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles, thine.
(Chorus)
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair.
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
(Chorus)
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
I Am Australian
The Seekers
I came from the dream-time
From the dusty red-soil plains
I am the ancient heart
The keeper of the flame
I stood upon the rocky shores
I watched the tall ships come
For forty thousand years I’ve been
The first Australian
I came upon the prison ship
Bowed down by iron chains
I bought the land, endured the lash
And waited for the rains
I’m a settler, I’m a farmer’s wife
On a dry and barren run
A convict, then a free man
I became Australian
I’m the daughter of a digger
Who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman
On the long and dusty road
I’m a child of the Depression
I saw the good times come
I’m a bushie, I’m a battler
I am Australian
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We’ll share a dream and sing with one voice
“I am, you are, we are Australian”
I’m a teller of stories
I’m a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira
And I paint the ghostly gums
I’m Clancy on his horse
I’m Ned Kelly on the run
I’m the one who waltzed Matilda
I am Australian
I’m the hot wind from the desert
I’m the black soil of the plains
I’m the mountains and the valleys
I’m the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky
The rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land
I am Australian
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We’ll share a dream and sing with one voice
“I am, you are, we are Australian”
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We’ll share a dream and sing with one voice
“I am, you are, we are Australian”
“I am, you are, we are Australian”
The complete lyrics to the Ireland National Anthem in English
A Soldier’s Song
We’ll sing a song, a soldier’s song
With cheering rousing chorus
As round our blazing fires we throng
The starry heavens o’er us
Impatient for the coming fight
And as we await the morning’s light
Here in the silence of the night
We’ll chant a soldier’s song
Soldiers are we…
In valley green, on towering crag
Our fathers fought before us
And conquered ’neath the same old flag
That’s proudly floating o’er us
We’re children of a fighting race
That never yet has known disgrace
And as we march, the foe to face
We’ll chant a soldier’s song
Soldiers are we…
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long-watched day is breaking
The serried ranks of Inisfail
Shall set the tyrant quaking
Our camp fires now are burning low
See in the east a silv’ry glow
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe
So chant a soldier’s song
Soldiers are we…
You created this yourself!!! CLEVER:lol:
A word about posting Google images. No need to download and use postimage or whatever.
Choose the image, then click open in another tab, cicopy the code and post using the envelope - Simple.
Same with GIFS.
Google?
Good Lord,Sweetiyummy Pie…you mean there are 10-to-the-power-of 100 images of minions to post? Cor…may take a while, angel…[xxx]
We luvs em:mrgreen:
Yebbut-they’re your fans!
[y’can tell by the sekshall excitement being displayed]
That, in the old days, was a dangerous combination.
I guess so:lol: