Sorry, just a smidgen of politics in there.
Have you all seen Fruity’s photo thread?
The fly past. Brilliant photos.
No, will go in search of.
fed up of fly pasts down here they settle eveywhere - on my eyes ; up me nose and on me breakie [outdoors of course] had a wonderful full blown monsoonal storm yesterday rain for three hours non-stop - now that’s my kind of weather! - stopped the flypasts that’s for sure!
Ah yes I forgot you have flies.
Tonka flypast is Fruity’s thread in photo section.
planes ? - keep them on the ground - much safer!
I remember that ‘Dig’ Spitty.
I do eat cake and plenty of other stuff with eggs in it, but out of sight out of mind, it’s probably impossible to get something in the baked line that hasn’t got eggs Sweetie.
Quote Spitfire. “Just thinking, do archaeologists looking for friendship and romance, sign up to a Carbon Dating Site???”
If you ever go to an archaeologists convention you will notice they always refer to their wife/partner as ‘My little treasure’ that’s because they dug them up on an island somewhere, and they are often very violent in their relationships with arguments and digs everywhere, those in long term relationships are fond of rubbing their jaws and saying “Ah yes, I remember my very first dig”
Agatha Christie was a keen archaeologist, after her first husband Archie Christie done the dirt on her by running off with a younger woman, she married archaeologist Max Mallowan.
Here they are looking into a hole at Tell Halaf, Iran. She wrote her book “Murder in Mesopotamia” while on a dig there.
Kilts don’t have flies.
Lots of folks have files.
thanks Jem ya a mind of information and always quite fascinating but I am never sure if you are pulling our legs [metaphorically of course] could you put a little icon at the bottom to indicate whether it is true or false - like truey or falsie??
Fascinating how one subject leads to another. Falsies!!! Never worn them.:shock:
plenty of falsies here!
Ha ha Gummy you are getting like Spitty.
yes but I’ve dis-inherited the thread!!
Nah never.
Good Night Possums.
Good Night John Boy. X
I’M back!
…just in time to be totally alone…
…bloody typical…
don’t worry we’ve decided to all chip in and a buy you a new alarm clock for xmas - next one?
I noticed that, would you care to explain?
Bloody great masses of flies,
The bastards 'll pick out your eyes.
They get up yer nose
And inter yer clothes,
The bloody great masses of flies!
'Skeeters as big as a dog
Descend on yer camp like a fog,
And after confusion
Y’ll need a transfusion
For every damn one is a hog!
It rains in Tasmania often.
Yer toes start to wrinkle and soften.
“It’s a beautiful day”
You hear some drongo say,
As they carry you off in a coffin.
oh I couldn’t possible say anything in advance of a formal speech by our esteemed leader Jem!! but cataclysmic changes have been made I can assure you and I tremble with fear!!:shock:
oh here he is!! - where have you been lately little cus from across the Tasman??