Gorgeous weather so hopped on a bus today. I like hopping on buses. Doesn’t matter where they are going as there will always be another to hop on to get back home and it’s fun ending up wherever the bus ends up. Anyway I digress…
Youngsters smiled back to my smile and nod and happily got on with what they were looking at or texting too but not the oldies…oh no not them. Sour faced, unsmiling, grumpy, moaners the lot of em. You have never heard the likes of it. :shock:
Now it is a tad warm we know and it has been so for all of one or two days…and we did have a sleep disturing hour of the thunder last night but you would think listening to all the groaning that the sun was out just to spite them. Now of course it is, as the sun is for the young and we oldies just get hot and bothered by it…so you wonder why not wait till it cools down. Simples hey
The Wife had one of her rare episodes of humour yesterday, the MIL died back at the end of April, and an appointment was made sometime around this period for a Social Worker to call, we assumed to asses the Fil, to see if he had any specific needs.
Well, he turned up at 2.00pm yesterday, sat on the couch, opened his folder and said “I’m here to see Jean” to witch the wife responded “She died in April, her ashes are in that room if you want to go and have talk with her”, she smiled straight after to make it less awkward for the poor chap.
She is now (and always was) my official understudy.
You’re doing a fine job working on the wife’s comedy Spitty, her sense of humour is going to be very important when you retire and the pair of you are spending a lot of time together, keep up the lessons and she’ll be a regular Joan Rivers by then.
My missus came out with something funny a few minutes ago, although I think she was being serious when she said it, hard to know with women. I casually said that a race meeting in England was called off today (Worcester) and wondered why as the weather was so good “Maybe they’re afraid the horses might get sunburned” says she. “Then God help all them Arabian stallions in the desert” says I.
You keep on smiling Solo, that’ll keep you in the good form you’re always in, Summer and Winter.;-)
Maybe it’s just me but I think the Springs and Autumns are slowly disappearing, Winters are certainly longer, from November right through the new year till the weather starts to warm up again in April, six months of cold and of course the rain, then you have Spring Summer and Autumn all squashed together for the other six months, seems we have calendar change as well as climate change now, we’re all doomed. :shock:
I remember when the government only paid fuel allowance for four months of the year, now they pay it for six months with the odd week extra if the weather is severe, something is going haywire.
Anyway at least we got some great memories to play over again in our heads before it all goes belly up, it’s the young who won’t have time to make any memories that I think about.
I actually love the heat, Phyllis can’t keep me out of the garden, stretched out on me lounger listening to the PG Wodehouse Jeeves and Wooster novels on audio, Simon Callow does a great job of reading them, this is my third time to listen to them in full and they still make me laugh, what a marvellous way with words Wodehouse had.
I’m also getting a deep tan on me lily white body, not sure whether it’s tan or rust though, must be tan, I’m too well oiled to go rusty.
There’s a new slogan for Arthur “Guinness is good for you, it also makes you rustproof”
You have to smile don’t you spitty. If that Social worker had taken your wifes offer up he would probably have had the most meaningful talk that he has had with anyone in a long time. :-D:-D
Those Audio books sound great if you you can stand having those thingies stuffed in yer ears or those ones that smother yer ears which unfortunately I can’t. Not sure where the dislike comes from and lord knows I have given it a go many times from walkmans to ipods etc but always failed as I can’t concentrate with the ear torture.
Now I don’t get this with a ‘hold in the hand’ book. I can calmly enjoy turning pages, absorb the story line and get to the end physically intact …and if a fly comes along I can use the book as a fly swat. Better still in this warm weather I can use it as a fan or… take note here Jem…I can put it over my belly to stop sunburn. You can’t do that with an audio book now can you
That’s hard luck Spitty, still yis were all praying for rain last week and the good lord obliged with buckets full, be careful what you wish for, I love the warm hot weather and you didn’t hear me moaning for rain.;-)
Seriously, I’m sure you’ll get a good weather break to do the work.
Talking about neighbours, the chap who owns the house next door to me rents it out, he has about a dozen houses in the area and he’s a miserable so and so, has his confirmation money still as they say.
He charges 2,000 euros per month rent and if you saw him you’d give him a shilling, drives a battered old crock and he’d need an operation to get the old Columbo style trench coat off his back.
New tenants moved in a few weeks ago and when I was talking to one of the lads (there are four barmen sharing the house) on the first day they moved in I told him to make sure he gets his deposit back when he’s leaving, yerman has a reputation of making up any excuse rather than give deposits back, greedy bastard, he didn’t just get on the property ladder, he got on the property elevator, it’s not fair on the young couples who are trying to buy the old houses in the area they were born and raised.
I can’t stand greedy people.:twisted:
Bit like the buses…you wait ages then 2 of you come along. Glad you are both OK :-D:-D:-D
We have a few of those miserly types around here that are that tight fisted they would not let a f*rt off even if it cripples em to keep it in…but they all seems to be thriving so it can’t be that bad of a trait to have.
Spitty. Hope you can get the job finished now the neighbours have departed and remember…A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others have thrown at him…or summat like that
That Mick Jagger was not just an ugly face but he was as smart as a tack when younger. I met him back in the early days when he was still doing paid sessions and you knew he and the lads were going places. Right time, Right look, right sound and for the most part right attitude.
Having studied finance the little red Rooster to be knew warbling was a good earner while it lasted but a pension pot was still needed to soften the retirement once the old tonsils gave up. Good thinking there our Mick. At 76 he has made about 260 million from his day job plus a nice little OAP fund to go with it.
His little red rooster may be wearing a bit thin now but that was a good bit of forward planning on his part.
Yes there are no flies on Mick. I always liked him, he is no oil painting I know but he has the kind of face one gets used too, a sort of lived in face that you grew up with and like.
He had a great time of it in his younger days, luck was on his side, he had his cake and ate it too and more luck to him.
I have to say he made a balls of the accent when he played Ned Kelly, in the 1970 film of the same name.
I saw the Stones when they first came to Dublin in 1965, they played in Croke Park to a packed crowd. Mick was used to Ireland as he had spent some time in Kilcullen in County Kildare when he was younger.
My favourite Stones record was always “It’s all over now”
This is an old live recording but it’s worth looking at just to see him do his actions and his little dance, Michael Jackson eat yer heart out. Jagger’s mug never changed, his early wrinkles took the lords advice, they increased and multiplied over the years producing an abundant crop of ripe one liners.
Thanks for the brilliant Stones clip that showed exactly how the lads were with Mick doing his own unique moves which at the time had never been seen before outside of a pubs mens toilets by chaps urgently waiting to use them having drunk a skinfull.
They were booked to do a show where Bobby Vee was the headliner and Mick and the lads had not turned up for the customary warm up. Media being what it was in those days, few had seen very much of them at the time and many had never seen them at all so when they did eventually arrive having been delayed at their last gig, the crowds quickly parted to let these scruffy looking teens through not recognising who they were.
Despite no warm up they gave a great performance and at the end there was complete shocked silence…then the cheering, clapping and foot stamping started…and carried on and on…and on…till the lads scooted off to do yet another gig down the road. Memorable early stuff.
Watching from the side Bobby Vee knew he had to follow that …the poor chaps Rubber ball didn’t bounce much that night.
Poor Bobby Vee must have been sweating going on, good job he had a strong hit to sing “Rubber Ball”, had it been me I’d have hopped it.
It seems now you can print your own office Spitty, no more brick laying and they can do a whole house in 24 hours. I don’t think the building trade will take too kindly to that. Marvelous what they can do with the printing technique, from making small replacement body parts to a whole new Village, all at very low cost.
There was a brilliant ‘leg over’ broadcast incident with the great Brian Johnston and Jonathan Agnew which caused a fit of one of those wonderful uncontrollable giggles
A Funeral Director friend attended the AGM of the local association of Funeral Directors, each director was asked to bring a corpse that had been embalmed, to decide, who was best at corpse presentation. I asked my friend “did you win” he said yes, but there was “Stiff” competition.:-)
3D printers and legovers what variety, I like that.
Roll on the day when you can print yerself a new woman when the old one wears out, preferable one with no tongue.
Then one could print a mini crane to assist in getting ones leg over, print dozens of lightweight plastic cranes and flog them as “The Pensioners Pal”, a nice little earner.;-)
Indeed there is stiff competition with undertakers, I love your originality Spitty.
There is an old tradition in the goldsmiths trade, when a goldsmith dies his fellow goldsmiths take whatever piece of jewellery they are working on and file pass his coffin.
The weather is lovely here today so the pair of us are taking ourselves out of the city for the weekend, see you all soon.
We still have summer fetes but something is missing from them…maybe too commercial now but they lack that sense of fun they had in past years.
They were so enjoyable with the coconut shys even if you knew the coconut was glued on and any attempt to hit the thing came to nought. We didn’t care who whacked who with Punch and Judy just so long as the croc got it. Hobby horse racing where care had to be taken not to harm the family jewells. Fishing and shove ha’penny were all catch penny games but we loved em as it was only a penny …unless you had a gambling streak.
So many simple attractions that caused so much laughter and amusement most of which have been replaced because of either H&S/PC orjust not profitable enough.
Regrets, don’t really have any except turning down the opportunity to join Gummy and RJ, on the world tour as the pinnacle of the human pyramid, with the male naked motorcycle display team, the renowned “Blue Helmets”.
