when all threads are fallin apart this just keeps on goin on for ever - wonder what the secret is? well bob’s bits tries to keep up but he has to do a lot of runnin to do that and there’s bits fallin off of 'im now!
iz it the way we tell um?
It’s all about staying power, coupled with Saying Power, that’s it to a T.
Gummy, it is the outstanding contributions from the regulars that keep it going.
Good here ennit?
yes especially with no mods or women around! -oeer watch out here they might come??
Another four days of “Black Friday”, God is there no end to this rampant greed, then the very next day after Christmas out they come with the new years sales ads., then the holiday booking ads.
Gibbs had the first ad on TV, it was for their toothpaste, I remember it well, we used to go to a posh aunt’s house on saturday afternoon to watch her TV set, Champion the wonder Horse was the attraction back then for us kids. She had an aerial on the roof that must have been 30 feet high just to get BBC and ITV, and the set was always “snowing” little white specks all over the screen.
Next came the washing powder ads and the term “Soap Opera” continuous stories of supposedly ordinary life. the fight was on now between the rival soap companies, our powder makes your clothes whiter than theirs, your clothes will be snow white. Ah but with our powder your clothes will be brilliant white! But we have now improved our powder and your clothes will now be even whiter than white! and so it went on and on until eventually some whiz kid came up with “Your clothes will be BLUE white!” Blue white!?, we are back to square one again, the reason you put your whites into the washing machine in the first place was to get the Blue out of them, Jaysus what a crazy world we live in.;-)
don’t mention rugby!!
you can mention cricket!
No fear Gumbud, you’ll never hear me mention Rugby or Cricket, I know absolutely nothing about both and a closed mouth catches no flies.
Something you said on the goodnight thread Spitty prompted me to remember this.
Being serious got me into trouble once. As an apprentice my wages were very low before I copped on to meself to move from workshop to workshop, you learned more that way and if you were any good you got more money. Anyway to get back to my first employer, my money was 17/6 per week and after paying my mother ten bob, left me with 7/6 to buy smokes, pay bus fares and the devil knows what, I was finding it difficult to manage as you can well imagine. My master who I sat beside at the next bench was a bit of a joker and he told me I should stop complaining and ask for a rise of ten bob a week, I liked the idea and asked him how would I go about getting it, he told me to be cocky and confident, to put on a stern face and demand the rise. I listened to his every word and rehearsed it over and over in me head, then I went and knocked at the office door. “Enter” said the boss in an authoritative voice.
“Ah Jimmy, your looking very serious boy” “I’m feeling very serious Mister Bernstein” “Well out with it boy, what’s bothering you?” “I think I deserve a rise Mister Bernstein” “Well you have being doing good work here this year, how does half a crown a week sound to you my boy?” “Great mister Bernstein…ten years ago, I was thinking more in the region of ten shillings a week now” He grabbed me by the collar and shoved me out the door saying “Get back to your bench you cheeky little bugger” The whole workshop had been looking into the office and were in fits of laughter. I learned me lesson that day, being serious doesn’t pay. ;-)
A true story I can assure you.
Jem, you well know, talking about money is vulgar, you should have said, you would settle for 57.2%.
I would imagine his boss would have gotten confused with all those percentages and just said " OK I’ll drop your pay to 57.2% - accountant take care of it"
“talking about money is vulgar” It sure is Spitty, it’s also embarrassing, the first night I took Phyllis out I was short three pence halfpenny to pay for the two of us into the cheap seats at the picture house, I was too embarrassed to ask her for it so I pretended I had a headache and asked her would she go for a walk instead, I added, just to be more convincing, that my mate had seen the film and told me it was crap. She was making a packet in the shirt factory on piece work at the time and to this day she never forgave the poor little apprentice for not asking her for the balance.
Well I’m off to warmer climes now, as the naughty mountaineer said on his deathbed.
The talk of Camels and the desert reminded me of the tale Uncle Davy told the big brother and me many years ago. He was a soldier in the British army stationed in Egypt at the time, he once said to us kids “Do you know lads that the sun never sets on the British empire?” to which the big brother replied “Is that because God doesn’t trust the Brits in the dark?” he got a smile and a little clip around the earhole for that old one, Uncle Davy was a proud soldier. Anyway he was in the Sahara desert one day on his assigned Camel (Issue No. C9777361123) when he decided to get off and stretch his legs, he wandered on about 50 yards from the Camel where there was a lone rock standing, suddenly a group of four large snakes came out of the sand and surrounded him, he leapt onto the six feet high rock and sat on top of it. The sun was getting hotter and his water canteen was almost empty, his revolver was in his haversack back on the Camel and he had to think fast. As he was well up on chemistry he knew that human urine was deadly poisonous to snakes, something in the ammonia I believe, then he had an idea, he relieved himself into his tin helmet, took his lanyard from his shoulder, unraveled it and attached it to the helmet, he then lowered it down to the snakes who gulped it all down, fifteen minutes later they were all dead. He then walked calmly back to his Camel and humped it back to barracks.
A rock in the desert stands lonely and unsung
Battered by sand storms and tough Camel dung
Eaten by ants and rotten at the base
Pissed on by soldiers and all of their mates.
Ah I see it started off as “piss the rock” and then turned into “piss off”
Hello,playmates!
had anyone noticed I was missing?
[he asked,hopefully but despairingly…]
Of course Puglet, some are obvious by their absence, some are absent by their obviousness.
yes we were just talking about people “pissing off the rock” or just “pissing off”
some people just keep pissing us off and other just keep pissing off??
'ang on I just need to take a leak!
Don’t take a Leek what ever you do, such expansionism would be most painful.
Of course we did. I guess I thought you were standing back for a bit. Bit of what I don’t know. Are you rested.
I thought of a quotation from Henry David Thoreau cos you mentioned despairingly, but I just looked it up & he actually said Desperation.
This is it…
“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them.”
Maybe worth looking at it in context.
But then again What do I know?
Urinating or Micturation… nah, these words just don’t have the same clout do they?
Morning all. Evening to Gummy.
oh you sweet angel you - you’re like a breath of fresh air in a fetid jungle swamp! - conrad in heart of the jungle! 1901