Mmm something is up with you Gummy.
I’m shut out.
The plot thickens
how thick can the plot get before it sets in immovable concrete?
I haven’t seen Solo for a long time. I hope she is fine. 
Well iff’n yer REALLY interested in the physics involved,gumbuddy…
…the formula for ensuring concrete sets into a hardened and immovable mass is - 4.45 N = 1 lb (0.454 kg × 9.81] … which will achieve 4.45 Newtons,thus assuring solidity of state.
Although a lesser density, [7N/mm2] can be used for brickwork.
Fanks for arskin’,bruv.
Well we learn something new everyday don’t we.
More than 2 thirds of the universe is made up of dark energy, (see pic below) it’s all out there and it’s all free! what a waste! Is there no way we could latch onto this and solve all our energy and pollution problems at a stroke?
We were talking about this in the pub at lunchtime and one 90 year old lad said “Could they not hang a big pipe from the Moon down to Earth and let it all flow down?, it’s much easier to hang something down than it is to hold something up”
I suppose he has a point there, at his age I would imagine so.
Jem,that dark energy’,is what has been worshipped as an ethereal being, from the very first time bacterial microbes evolved into emotional entities with ambition,greed,power over others, accumulation of wealth, etc had their very first sentient thought. A god by any name is an unknowable collective of energy and accumulated mass that can-and does-affect and to a lesser degree control,life-forms in and around it’s arena of effect. GREAT post, bro!
Tell that to the feral villainous underclass victims who were buried into the cement columns holding up the M4 at Hammersmith flyover.
Thats the road with the 3 chilling words , scrawled on the
columns 1 - 3
GOOD
MORNING
LEMMINGS
Leisurely Scribbles has morphed into a hideaway for closet intellectuals, don’t hide your lights under bushels chums…
This is an exciting new development.
I feel a pun coming on.
News of it’s dearth have been greatly exacerbated. (re LS)
99 100, coming ready or not!
I think I’ll drink my cocoa & have an early night.
Hello Possums.
I’m flying home tomorrow.
As a pseudo intellectual, I will not post into a machine that tells me a correspondence of approximately 42 characters is too short, then rejects the post.
Who knows where the road takes us RJ.
“I’m flying home tomorrow”
Very tough on the old arms that flying Sweetie, why not board a plane and let the plane do the flying, or you could do a Ginger Rogers when she went flying down to Rio.;-)
Following my random splattering of words my dear Jem & Spitfire,
I am bound to say that I have no idea where I am going, so anyroad will take me there
The boom time it is over
A ghost town is all that’s here
The gold rush it is over
And depression days draw near
So tonight after sundown
I’m gonna pack my case
Without a word, without a sound
Disappear without a trace
Oh I’m going southbound
Oh I’m going southbound
Drifting like a drover
Chasing my career
From the ships docked in the harbour
New horizons will appear
Tumbling with the tumbleweed
Down the open road
I’ll be taking just what I need
Before my head explodes
Oh I’m going southbound
Oh I’m going southbound
Southbound
Oh I’m going southbound
Oh I’m going southbound
Hey, you’re not getting any younger
The wild west has already been won
Northern nights are growing colder
And the old eastern ways are gone
So tonight after sundown
I’m gonna pack my case
Without a word, without a sound
Disappear without a trace
Oh I’m going southbound
Oh I’m going southbound
New horizons will appear
Oh I’m going south from here
Without a word, without a sound
I’ve got to leave this ghost town
Oh let’s go down to Rio
I got to go
Oh you know I’m southbound
Southbound
“Ta hell ya are, get on yer horse and drink yer milk, we’ll head ‘em off at Dry Gulch Pass”
(John Wayne)
I have a heavy cold on me and I was a hankerin’ for a handkerchief all day.
Don’t mind me, I’ve been watching too many old westerns lately.
I met me mate Mitch the other day over a pint of guiness - did I ever tell you he’s a medium and talks to those on the other side? - his brother is over there - his name is Michael and at the moment he tells Mitch he is building arches for the angels to hang around on??
but I did ask him a most significant question that has been asked by millions down the milleniums and will post it soon - with the answers attached! watch out for this exciting news!
Oh apart from me four dogs and a cat I had a strange ‘black dog’ hangin around the other day - it felt like it was eatin me soul out - thank god it’s disappeared - scared the bleedin be jesuses out of me!
Don’t worry,gummy…that black dog was gathering all the negative vibes to itself,to whisk them off to Crapland,where they’ll be eradicated…
It’s gone,THEY’VE gone-it’s SUNSHINE & happy thoughts for you from here on, bro.
well true I do feel much better today! - the sun is shining - it’s always bloody shining - clouds scud in and scud out - no rain but the weather man says storms all around - whether or not we get them!
watered the garden and added more reticulation - I like working with water and reticulation - only way to get wet really whilst waiting for the rain!
fried rice for breakie - dogs and cat fed and I am now learning magic with harry potter meets the British Library - what a strange name - I thought all the libraries in Britain were British libraries? Now were was I oh yes talking to me mate who takes to his bros on the other side!
Well this is how he told it to me – a lot of people say it is either impossible or very difficult to talk to people who have crossed over – right?
There are three essential reasons that the communication is limited ; severely limited
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The daddy syndrome – “but why dad” – if communication channels were opened to all and sundry the airways would be clogged – because your little minds cannot yet grasp the vastness and magnificence of the universe – so it would be constantly “ but why” can you imagine 8 billion [approx] “but why” sessions going on for 24 hrs none stop – think about it ; think about it?
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The suicide phenomena – knowing how good it is over there and talking to family regularly will lead to the suicide choice – a quick way to join them and have fun – yes it would control the world population explosion but would leave a lot of grieving people behind – think about it ; think about it!
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Someone once said “ our function on this planet is to work out our own shit our own way” just do it and stop asking for advice and questions all the time. Once you have got to three score years and ten and maybe a few more – you will have worked most of it out and will then be ready to cross over – think about it ; think about it
What about séances – oh not séances – we get so bored over here with them – we are allocated séance sessions on a never ending universal calendar – and wo and be tide you if you don’t do your stint – the arch angels wrath. So we do make a token offer of “ speed chatting “ across the airways – little messages that keep some happy but it’s only like takin a cough drop to clear ya head!
I guess that just about sums it up - patter cake ; patter cake ; make me a man!
I have taken some very special photos for Scribbles today.
I will post when home.
I’m worn out and up early to check out tomorrow.
Good Night from the big Apple Possums. X
Safe flight home Sweetie.
I had a feeling you were not yourself lately Gummy, keep that black dog well away from ya, it’ll take you down quicker than a lead balloon.
Looking forward to your tales from the other side, right up my street.
In case your wondering why I’m up at this ungodly hour of the morning it’s because the wife and me are off to a funeral in Roscommon, I’m waiting for the wife to finish dolling herself up then we’re catching the train down there, ya can’t beat this free travel for the oldies.
Just noticed something on that video of flying down to Rio, all the girls sitting on the plane wings have shiny legs, anyone know why that is…axel grease perhaps?
I remember an old farmer telling me his wife used to rub axel grease from his tractor into her legs, apparently it prevents varicose veins and various other distortions, an old wives tale you’d think but I once met his wife, and although she was in her sixties at the time she had a beautiful pair of smooth pins, and when she got up to dance you’d want to see those legs go!
See yiz all later if I survive the wake.