Husband of woman in spinning helicopter basket says she was ‘more than dizzy’ after rescue
This headlines on the helicopter basket incident must be the understatement of the year but I am relieved to have been absolved from feeling like a terrible person for laughing as most who saw the clip did the same and she is fine apparently. Just a tad skaken and dare I say it, a little stirred
Needless to say it has prompted the usual Internet humour at her plight but overall, gladness that she survived.
Had to grin at the Pilots statement that “The potential for the basket to spin is something that’s a known phenomenon in the hoist rescue industry” Wonder how many hikers know that
Wouldn’t you think in this day and age they could come up with something more secure than a stretcher on a rope? it doesn’t even look safe for God’s sake, very crude and rudimental for 2019.
I saw one similar in an old film recently about Hannibal, he had a platform on a rope and managed to haul an elephant over the Alps without spinning the animal once, talk about going backwards.
You’ve seen the way they train astronauts in that huge merry-go-round that spins them faster and faster, well that rescued woman would be the ideal choice for NASA to be the first person on Mars, ready trained an all.
Still I’m pleased she’s OK, but it was sort of ‘slipping on a banana skin’ funny.
Some people have weird ideas about wearing jewellery.
There used to be a jewellery shop in Dublin back in the 70’s, I knew the fella who owned it, he had a sign in big letters outside saying, “We specialise in making unusual jewellery of ours or your designs, we’ll mount anything” Everyone called it the Errol Flynn jewellers.
I have a friend who has a glass eye, they really do a lovely job on them now, made to order and matched to the colour and characteristics of the existing eye, with tiny red lines amid the white part, all very natural looking.
Anyway he had a spare one and asked me to make it up into a ring, using the eye as a “stone”. I can tell you that this fella wasn’t short of a few bob, he had property all over the city, I told him not to be ridiculous and forget it, if he liked I would make him a personalised signet ring with his initials in gold set on top a black onyx stone, but no way could I put him off his “eye” ring.
When I finished it he was delighted with it, I thought it a bit too big looking but he said he wanted it big. I had made it with a spring clip underneath the ring head so that he could take off the ring and slip out the eye if he needed it in a hurry, but he would not lose it while wearing it, after all that was the purpose of the spare eye.
That was a good while ago and I hadn’t seen him in years, a few weeks ago he came into the pub and would you believe it he still had the gold ring on his finger! He had one half pint of shandy with me as he was driving back down the country, as he was going he turned back to me and said “I still haven’t had to use the spring clip yet Jem” Fair play to him, but you’d never guess he had a false eye, fine looking man for 80 odd he was too.
How’s this for facial decor? A sure cure for a running nose, it was the only way her husband could stop her habit of picking her nose.
I spotted this while looking up unusual customs, this lady is a native of Northern India. If you would like me to make up a pair for the wife you’ll have to send me her head in a registered parcel so I can get the size right, but you’ll have to hurry if you want them for Christmas!
OMW…Let me get this right. In days of old, men thought “if we ugly up our pretty women no marauding chappie looking to have his wicked way will want them” so they drew a line then shoved two left over sink plugs in their pretty womens hooters. …Voila… problem solved… pretty women no longer pretty…and the lucky unmarked ugly girls got the pick or were picked by all the handsome lads, as what ugly women ever cared about a bit of marauding or otherwise just so longs as you landed herself a fella. I’m all for that way of thinking. .
Odd thing is none of these tribal youngster want this nowadays whereas it’s become the rage for western women to pay a fortune to custom design their fizzogs with far more outrageous facial tattoos. I like the one with the lips sewed together as hopefully it stops them explaining the deep and meaningful reasons why they were compelled to have it done…because these days there is always a deep and meaningful reason why people do things isn’t there as your eyeball ring showed…
I was wondering that myself too Mups, maybe she had a front tooth taken out and kept her mouth closed just for the photograph, didn’t want to spoil her good looks.;-)
It’s funny how as a child you seem to notice everything, maybe it’s natures way of making us pick up things quicker and learn faster.
I say this now because when the wife and me were out in the garden today sitting in the Sun drinking a cup of tea and eating some of her lovely scones, she said to me “Jimmy, why do you always hold your teacup in the left hand when you are not left handed?” I was surprised she never noticed this before in all the years we are married, very little gets by her I can tell you, so I told her the story.
When my older brother and me were staying with the granny as children she had an old friend who used to visit her every second Saturday evening, this lady was in service in Liverpool with the granny when they were young girls, she never married.
Anyway she wore this thick screaming red lipstick and when she was gone home the stuff would be thick on her cup. We decided (the brother and me) that no matter how many times the cup was washed we would still be imagining that awful red lipstick was still there, so we began to hold the handle of our cups in our left hands, that was so we would never be on the same side as the lipstick side because she was right handed.
All those years ago and I still do it, so did me brother until he died several years ago, silly little things that you carry through life.
That Crocodile fella is still getting on my wick advertising his Crocodile garage doors and his conservatories on TV, he’s must be at it now for at least 3 years “But you know what I love best about it? It’s the craftsmanship, it’s cracking!” See I know it word for word. If I had craftsmanship that was cracking I’d want me money back, wouldn’t you?
This as it is so true. To this day I never wear red nail varnish because of my Fathers horified reaction to what he referred to as “looking like fingers dipped in Pigs blood”.
Being a gentle and mild mannered man it was very rare for him to back up on anything but when he did…that was it. He loathed red nail varnish and would never be served by anyone wearing it.
Now I, who wanted to know everything in those days instinctively knew not to question this so never found out why or what caused this reaction and I suppose some reasons were best left unsolved. Perhaps the word ‘Blood’ was reason enough to leave well alone.
Another thing that is unsolvable is …I saw photos of The Naked Bike Ride in todays papers. As a cyclists it is well beyond my comprehension as to why anyone in their right mind would inflict a narrow bicycle seat anywhere near their naughty bits because it’s bad enough enduring those seats fully clothed let alone naked. Questions need to be asked on the sanity of these precarious actions surely .:shock:
Mups…as you well know us women can cope with owt and appparently she just pefected the art of breathing through her ears in times of difficulties…as you do.
Psssst. A gossip from the Apatani tribe told me that but don’t pass it on as it’s a closely guarded secret. .
Solo, I so agree with your comment -
" Another thing that is unsolvable is …I saw photos of The Naked Bike Ride in todays papers. As a cyclists it is well beyond my comprehension as to why anyone in their right mind would inflict a narrow bicycle seat anywhere near their naughty bits because it’s bad enough enduring those seats fully clothed let alone naked. Questions need to be asked on the sanity of these precarious actions surely."
I said somewhere else, it must be like sitting on a cheese wire.
Strang peoplel about, ey.
When you see them all respectable at the office on Monday, who’d have guessed what they’d been up to the day before
Quote Solo. “Another thing that is unsolvable is …I saw photos of The Naked Bike Ride in todays papers. As a cyclists it is well beyond my comprehension as to why anyone in their right mind would inflict a narrow bicycle seat anywhere near their naughty bits because it’s bad enough enduring those seats fully clothed let alone naked. Questions need to be asked on the sanity of these precarious actions surely “
Baffling isn’t it, why this sudden craze to do everything in the nude?
Those calendars are a bit of fun, oul ones posing naked for the Farmers Journal covering their bazooms with two cabbages and their bums plonked on a cold stone dry wall, a sure way of getting carbuncles on yer arse, seventy year old crocks playing village cricket in another calendar shoot for charity, wrinkly bums and saggy breasts hiding behind cricket bats and huge shin guards, I love the inventive ways they come up with to hide their bits, but they should know that going around naked at their age is like taking Tesco plums out of the plastic bag, the longer they’re left out in the air the quicker they shrivel up.
Wonder what they’ll be doing in the nude next? I don’t think there’s anything left that hasn’t been done naked, the ancient Greeks seen to that.
How about getting buried in the nude? good for the environment an all that, you blend in quicker with the soil.
Personally I like to keep all me eggs well covered up in the one basket, thank you very much.
I was going to try posting a leisurley offering but I am laughing so much at…
[B]but they should know that going around naked at their age is like taking Tesco plums out of the plastic bag, the longer they’re left out in the air the quicker they shrivel up…and
Personally I like to keep all me eggs well covered up in the one basket, thank you very much.[/B]
Anyone even thinking of trying nuddy things really needs to read those two sentences :-D:-D:-D
Managed to get those images out of my mind…though it tooks more than a few cuppas to do so
On my many travels since the early 60s I have always packed a box of Tunnocks delicious Teacakes. The much loved delicate Tunnocks Snowballs can’t take the toing and froing so are left for the return home cuppa.
So many of the great old travelling comforts, such as Kit Kat, Mars bars, Wagon Wheels etc have been so badly tampered with that any of the lovely original taste as disappeared with the usual ‘making it better for the consumer’ explanation whereas in fact they have totally mucked the product up completely.
Now Tunnocks have left well alone and stayed with their closely guarded Teacake recipe and for that I am glad to see that Boyd Tunnock 86 as being given a Knighthood. Ok it is mainly for his charity work but I like to think it’s because he and his little teacakes has kept me happy over the years on many on long journey .
I often raise an eyebrow at some who get given this Knighthood honoury thingymibob but for this gentleman I wonder why it took so long. This one was so well deserved.
You can get arty with anything. Artist David Mack doesn’t just fold and flatten his Tunnock teacake foil wrapper, he makes tigers out of them. You need a lorra lorra teacakes to do that .
I like that Tiger.
What about Cock-a-leekie soup? Have they messed with that I wonder.
They seemed to have tampered with most of the goodies I used to love, Jacobs used to make two kinds of marshmallow biscuits, Kimberley and Mikado, I loved them with coffee. I recently asked Phyllis to look out for them when she was shopping, that’s if they still do them, she brought me back a package of each and I tried them but couldn’t eat them, the biscuit parts were like plasterboard and the marshmallow like white sealant, horrible, but ideal for the busy workman renovating a room who wanted to work through his break, he wouldn’t know if he was eating or just inhaling his surroundings.;-)
