Every bullet bites the dust.
Oh well.
Good Night Possums. X
too many Utubes even for our new Utubephyte Jem - we cannot keep up and RJ and Pug are so far behind we can’t even hear them fart!
Good Morning Possums.
Have a Bar Gate.
Yes Gumbojangle, I am well behind, largely because of the road blocks caused by the Tsunami of paste & copy YOUTUBE junk. How about getting back to Genuine Leisurely Scribbles.
Looks like it’s a job for Superman! Destroying Frankenstein’s monster, the dreaded youtube videos.
Well Victor Gumbud created the monster in me, I was blissfully unaware of how to post them until he put me together piece by piece. “Someone here tonight has betrayed me” So I hold my hand to my chest Judas fashion and declare in all innocence “Is it I Lord?”
Mean while some more silly scribbles.
I would like to point out that this video contains no flashing images and no nudity (aren’t they both the same thing?)
Did I ever tell you the story of my dear Aunt Greta?
Bad cess to teabags, they put my old Aunt Greta out of business, she used to read the tea leaves up in the ladies club for a tanner a go when she was a waitress there before she decided that she made more from the readings than she earned in the club, so she began to save for her own tea rooms. She had a 85% proven prediction record and the women flocked to her tea cup readings from as far away as the Isle of Man, indeed one titled lady from London travelled over every January to have her yearly forecast explained by Greta. She once read my cup when I was a boy of twelve, she said I would marry a local girl before i was 21, she’d have auburn hair, we’d have two children a boy and a girl, and we’d be together for life, she was correct, rest her dear soul.
Just a few years before the accursed tea bag became very popular on these Isles Greta had opened a small new tea room just off fashionable Grafton Street, the all inclusive menu consisted of a pot of tea, two sticky buns, or rock buns, and a personal reading by Greta herself, all in comfortable surroundings and strictly confidential, priced at nineteen shillings and nine pence, they wouldn’t dare ask for the 3 pence change, not in posh Grafton Street.
Then came the tea bag and she was ruined, oh she did carry on for a while but people were becoming used to the tea bags as time went on and they began to fade away one by one. She was devastated, she even made a one woman protest outside government building dressed as a tea bag but all it did was attract laughs. (cue one liner from Spitty)
So you see folks, there are thousands of little cases and personal stories like Greta’s that nobody ever hears about, shoe repairers, pig feed collectors, tinsmiths, car park attendants, milkmen etc.,all gone now, the small man/woman is just trampled into the ground by ‘progress’ and never given a second thought, tea leaf reading, another old tradition that future generations will never partake in, no readers left, gone and forgotten like the snow that fell last year.
Jem for CEO
Yes. Continuous Expelliarmus Oblectation.
now that is downright rude - go and sit in the potty corner spits and no Utube permits for a whole week!
One of my uncles in de 'pool was a window cleaner but they were the days when many streets were carless - that is carless not careless right? - He had a window cleaning barrow with longish handles on which hung several buckets. the tray itself could not have been more than 12 inches deep in old metric! and he would through his clothes in there and his lunch box.
I never saw him much in our street; we were so poor couldn"t even afford to pay him. But he would regularly pass by and stop for a cup of tea and a chat with his Ma; my granny. Can you imagine living in a street with no cars.
just used my last Utube permit for the week!
That’s not a bad idea Gummy, I shall allow myself three youtubes per week from next week on, one has to wean oneself off slowly or one could go into the DT’s and end up in the Jelly house.
(a nickname for the old DT’s clinic here, gone now, jelly as in they all used to shake going in and it wasn’t rock n’ roll shakin’);-)
I remembered Sweetie quoting something Joe Friday used to say in “Dragnet” years ago so I looked up the show as I was a great fan of it.
“Joe Friday didn’t get to be a sergeant by beating around the bush. He wanted to get right to the heart of the matter, hence his famous catchphrase when interrogating female suspects: “Just the facts, ma’am.” Except maybe his reputation precedes him in this case, because he never said those exact words! The closest he came was "All we want are the facts, ma’am” Wiki
That annoyed me slightly. No matter who you quote there’s always some smart arse to come out and tell you “Actually he/she didn’t say those exact words” The ‘Play it again Sam’ one for example, then John Wayne saying ‘Get off yer horse and drink yer milk” and even one of my favourite actors James Cagney never said “Yeh dirty Rat” and “I’m top of the World Mom!” These people are deliberately put on this earth to annoy others, they enjoy correcting other people. gives them a feeing of superiority, but who really cares whether they said it or not they are stuck with it and that’s that, talk about shampooing Pigs.
It’s the same as saying “The green Frog is smarter than the brown Frog, but the brown Frog can leap further than the green Frog” So what! they’re only Frogs for Gods sake, who cares”
I was a window cleaner in between proper jobs!
The company’s government contract for commercial cleaning included a tall building with sash windows. The easiest way of cleaning the outside of the windows was to sit on the window sill facing inwards, slide each window down on your thighs and spray and squeegee until it was finished then slide that window up while you finished the other.
Way down below Alan and I saw the little, portly man holding a Gladstone bag, looking up at us, but he didn’t respond when we waved to him so we just got on with the job. We finished the job after another 15 minutes and were just packing up our gear, when the man appeared at the door of the office we had been working in.
“I’m from the department of Labour. I noticed that you weren’t using a safety harness. Why haven’t you chaps got a safety harness?” he asked. We explained that we did have a harness but the building had no anchor points to hook onto- not even a radiator to wrap it round.
He pondered that for a while as he looked around the office then he disappeared downstairs and we thought we’d seen the last of him.
As we carried our gear out of the ground floor entry door and as we were loading it into our van he reappeared and waved us over.
“I’ve had a thought,” he said, “if you carried one of those 56 pound weights with a handle on top around with you - you could clip your harness onto that!” His pleased expression with his inspiration faded when I pointed out that I weigh considerably more than 56 pounds and if I fell out of the window the weight would follow me out and finish me off on the pavement.
“Good point!” he said and wandered off , Gladstone bag by his side and a sad look on his face.
Oh my I missed a lot.
Today I learnt about bees.
Yes the little bees that make honey.
I saw some hive’s and asked what do bees do during the Winter months.
Hibernate. Well I guessed that, but afterwards the female bees choose a new Queen, then kill off the old Queen!
I never knew that.
Worker bees Sweetie, the central engine of society, for better or for worse.
True Spitty.
I have been summoned for Jury service.
I have never done that!!!
Sitting in judgement of another Human Being is a huge responsibility.
I will have to start a thread on this.
Good Night Possums. X
oh yea ! - then how come we do it everyday of our lives to numerous people without a tit or a thought?
I never EVER sit in judgement of other people,you chubby multi-chinned,lazy,opinionated,sarky,anti-English exprezzo drinker,you!
You know darn well, the comment was about folks who are conscripted for an opinion, anyway, we have to be careful that, when two people exchange thoughts, they are not perceived as a Pair of Tits.