Thanks for the nice comments ladies, you made her day.
They were talking about “The Italian Job” on Talking Pictures TV today, great film, the prison scenes were all done in Kilmainham goal here in Dublin, I’ve been in Kilmainham jail several times (as a visitor not an inmate :-D) and I never knew that.
“Bad things can happen on the dark side of the moon” quote Spitfire.
Indeed they can Spitty, anything is possible in the great out there.
Just wait till they reach Mars and discover the new elements there, they will turn the laws of physics upside down.
Did you see the program on BBC4 the other night about the elements? When Helium is frozen 250 degrees (some figure around that) below zero it becomes a magic liquid and can pass through solid metal, that’s how these medical scanners work, but wait until they get their hands on Diburnium and Salphitine, only found on the red planet, the new rover craft has found large quantities of these yet unknown on Earth substances, they are keeping it all very hush hush, but don’t forget you seen it here first. 
How do I know you may well ask, my little green mate told me in a dream, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it, I don’t want to end me days being poked and prodded to death in a lab at Roswell, that’s what happened to the three little lads who crashed there in 1947, rest their little green souls.
I’m a big space fan and I was thinking of getting one of these for the garden, but the missus wouldn’t hear tell of it, anyway the colour is all wrong, silver metallic is the only realistic colour for a flying saucer.
https://i.postimg.cc/t4zyGxGB/Old-Irish-coins.jpg
I loved the old Irish coins before we went decimal, they all featured animals, far better than most world coins featuring boring heads of state.
I knew a chap who used to solder an anchor ring onto the half crowns and the sixpences so a chain could be attached and hung around the neck, this was when they were no longer legal tender, in the old days one could receive 14 years goal for defacing the currency of the land. Anyway yerman was doing a roaring trade selling the half crowns as “Arkle Medallions” and the sixpences as “Mick the Miller” pendants, after the famous racehorse and greyhound.
“Percy Metcalfe (1895-1970) was the winner of the design competition for the pre-decimal coins. The first Irish coin series consisted of eight coins: farthing, halfpenny, penny, threepence, shilling, florin and half-crown. These coins were first issued on 12 December 1928” wiki.
That’s two of the eight coins spoken for, now using your imagination can you name a famous Bull, Chicken, Rabbit, Pig, and Woodcock?
Interesting coins Jem…I have an old stone jar at home that over the years I have dropped interesting coinsi into and I am sure that I have that bronze coloured pig one… will have to dig it out and have a look.
Your question about famous animals has only set me off singing Old
McDonald had a farm and it’ wont go away so I will get back on it.
Another catchy little song that sticks in your mind 
while I am thinking
I noticed with todays potatoes that there are no “eyes” in them anymore, I hope they are not genetically messin about with the Roosters and the King Edwards, I remember me granny peeling potatoes and expertly cutting the eyes out with the tip of the knife.
If she was talking about a young woman she didn’t like she used to say “She thinks she’s gorgeous walking down the street, sure a potato wouldn’t give her the eye”
Funny how women never have anything good to say about other women in the looks department ain’t it.;-)
Roger Rabbit was famous, it was my son’s favourite film as a kid, I bought him the Video and he now has it transferred to a disc, now it’s his sons favourite film. I had the pleasure of meeting Bob Hoskins in a pub in the city centre many years ago, a lovely man with a great sense of humour, rest his soul.
The Woodcock on the Irish farthing is a hard one, the only famous Woodcock I know of is Pinocchio.
Went here today, never heard of a Toposcope before, great view of the city.
Jem I read somewhere that the reason potatoes no longer make eyes at you (there’s a song there somewhere just waiting to tbe sung) because there sprayed with anti sprouting chemicals. Bit like that stuff they used to slip into Army chaps tea when they weren’t looking.
I’m going for Bugs Bunny who was far more famous that that Roger one plus he kept better company than that brazen floosie Jessica Rabbit. Bodacious Bull made it into the hall of fame so you can’t get more famous than that…apparently .
Thanks Spitty, Yesterday one of our stops was at Symmonds Yat Rock so your view of Lickey Hills reminds me that climbing those hills is not for the faint hearted and whilst the views may take your breath away…it’s not in the way you want. I am still recovering. Unfortunately ‘Do or die’ takes on a whole new meaning with age.
Nice one Mags 
Having had a few hectic very hot days there is nothing like chilling out with some great guitar playing.
Glastonbury may have been good for past memories but in reality if it isn’t pouring down …it aint a true Glastonbury experience. As for this posh glamping, yurting and whatever cardboard tenting they think up next, unless you share a 2 man bivvy tent in a muddy swamp that will sleep at least 8 and 10 at a push . again you are missing out on real life.
The days of decent toilet facilities are still a long way off cos if ‘you just gotta go’ so do thousands of others… all at the same time. Makes you wonder what is in all those left behind plastic bottles that David Attenborough thanked everyone one for not using. As always crowds will be crowds :shock:
Lovely views of Lickey Hills there Spitty, plenty of dogs about too. We had a chap called Tony Hills working with us back in the 1980’s, he was the boss’s pet and everyone called him Lickey Hills, true.
Aw Mags that used to be my dear mother in law’s favourite song (What do you want to make those eyes at me for) she sang it at our wedding reception, brought a tear to me eye hearing it again, many thanks.
I didn’t know Betty Hutton had recorded it in 1944, no wonder the old girl knew every word of the song at the wedding, rest her dear soul.
Internet down again yesterday and most of today, that’s the third time for the month of June and the first for July.
We really have become too dependant on this type of technology today, so many things go wrong, I was surprised I let meself get swallowed up in the whole thing, I mean I’m so used to a click now and I can see all the racing results without having to move an inch, I’m well and truly hooked, God help us all it the whole lot comes crashing down on us.:shock:
Yep, them satellites are very vulnerable out there, in the cosmos, holding all the critical stuff, shouldn’t let it cloud our judgement though.
BTW, where is Gummy and RJ.
And Pugsy???
As usual, left to moi to jesticulate.
The nice thing about doing one or two leisurely scribbles is you don’t get immersed or involved in this, that or the other which can cause discombobulation…and there is nowt worse than a bad case of discombobulation.
On here you just does your scribbly bit, feel content at adding something, no matter how small, then life goes on. Now how comfortable is that!
There is a saying “You’re are only as good as your last…” and as there is a lot of truth behind that I leave any questions of “where has whosit gone” well alone cos sometimes… you just don’t want to know the answer. Gone with the wind is enough for me.
Now back to dressmaking.
Well said Solo, and ain’t it the truth, “leisure and lack of bother is as good to a fellow as exercise”(who said that?) you come and you go when you please.
Discombobulation, what a terrific word, I’ll bet even RJ had to look that one up. I’ll have to squeeze that into a few forthcoming posts.
Them O’Hara’s from Tara were always a fussy clan, Tara being the old residence of the high kings of Ireland, so they all have this superiority complex, they thinks they’s royalty. ;-)
No matter how uppity those O’Haras from Tara were, that Gone with the Wind Tara earnt my admiration when she made that dress out of those green velvet curtains though.
As for exercise…well I think this old dear will just stick to leisure and lack of bother as it seems far easier
Three names and no Zap, Frank would not be happy with no Zap.
She’s got very long legs that lady God bless her, they wouldn’t need a lot of springy rope for her to do a bungee jump.
George Raft had a brother called Gerry who had very long legs, ever hear of Ger Raft?
It’s usually Spitty who tosses one of those strange big words into the posts willy nilly, everything is going along swimmingly reading his posts then suddenly a huge word unheard of to the common man/woman is lobbed in, leaving one “Spitified”
He may someday be honoured in the Oxford Dictionary when they name a new word after him, he deserves it and I’m sure he’d like that.;-)
SPITIFIED:
To be left with one’s mouth open in puzzlement.
To be unexpectedly astounded.
A quick sudden stunning.
“When Inspector Reynolds accused Fr. Moore of rifling the church roof fund to pay his gambling debts, the priest just stood there spitified”