Mmm you can also go incognito:shock:
I’m going out now for a walk with the dog and a quiet pint on the way back, afore I depart I’ll leave you with this to figure out for me if you can please.
I listen to audio books in bed before I drop off to sleep. I was always a great fan of the Sherlock Holmes stories and I was delighted last night when I came across one I had never read before, in was on Youtube and called ‘The Missing Three-Quarter”, nothing to do with time, all about a top Rugby player who disappeared on the eve of a very important game.
I enjoyed the story, but one comment has me totally confused.
The missing Rugby star is the sole heir to his old Uncle’s fortune and Holmes is telling Watson “His Uncle is 83, gout ridden, and it’s said you could chalk your billard cue with his knuckles”
I can’t figure out what he meant by “Chalk your billard cue with his knuckles” Anyone know what that means? or is the saying so old that nobody living can explain?
Just curious, I often heard of having white knuckles from the cold but not from old age. 
gout produces excessive chemicals in the joints which make them painful ??
I reckon Jem knows more about the Dark Web than he lets on, we’ve all seen those big Black Boxes he frequently posts.
ooer - sharp but I do like it!
That’s the thing with databases, anomalies within them keeps other folks in work, an Auditors lot is not a happy one.
but rich pickins for the right 'tor?
I’m glad I was in industry during the time period I was, it was interesting seeing the new tech, and folks doing their best to scupper It.
the ‘new tech’ and ‘scuppers’ - ya got me there matey - can you provide a viewers almanac?
Spanner in the Works, a software spanner.
Here is my favourite fake Rolex.
I think we should call SP - the ‘bobinout’ girl - she keeps bobbin in and bobbin out all the time!
I am always logging on and off
Sometimes to cook, sometimes to scoff
I whiz around, as well you know
Just to post, then off I go
I love to read this thread each day
It often changes in a lovely way
We have music, we have fun
Sometimes a theme has a lengthy run
The latest theme was on that Giraffe
The many posts that made me laugh
So now for Gummy a little Rhyme
He will shout - “About bloomin time”
SEE? That woman’s gone again.
Oh,the heartbreak and the pain.
of seeing Sweetie’s ‘on her toes’
but I suppose that’s how it goes.
I never made it to Lothario
Wasn’t sure how romance’d go.
So I played guitar by myself instead
and dreamed of romance in my head.
But alack alas, it wasn’t to be
for Sweetie never noticed me.
An ugly reject I remain
drowning in tears and racked with pain…
[sob]
Nice one indeed Spitty, well copped.
I was thinking of you whilst reading Reelspeed’s ‘ologies’ thread, they forgot to include Spitology,—Knowing plenty but saying little.
Is the Gummy fella gone to bed yet? God does that man never sleep, I suppose it’s safe now to include another ology, Gumology— the study of toothless wild turkeys and wallabies.
He’ll get me for that one.
Lovely little poems there Sweetie and Pug, explaining things in a rhyming fashion.
Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn’t stand a chance, son
If your pants were undone
'Cause you were bred, for humanity
And sold to society
One day you’ll wake up, in the present day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day
So as you push off from the shore
Won’t you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should’ve done
And as you cross the wilderness
Spinning in your emptiness
If you have to, pray
Looking for a sign, that the universal minds
Has written you into the passion play
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day
And as you cross the circle line
Well, the ice wall creaks behind
You’re a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling
That the story’s too damn real
And in the present tense?
Or that everybody’s on the stage
And it seems like you’re the only
Person sitting in the audience?
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day
Skating away, skating away, skating away
Wish I had written that, c’est la ve.
Oh my how things change
A little rhyme to rearrange
Spitty made a very long post
He likes skating and to boast
Where is Gummy Bear tonight
Hiding somewhere out of sight
wHO DId wrITE IT?
I thought that too.