Numbers sometimes speak louder than words.
Did Nero really play a fiddle, surely it was some type of harp, “Nero harped while Rome burned” fiddles weren’t invented back then, so why do they keep harping on about a fiddle?
Don’t mind me I’m in a questioning mood today.
“In my Fathers house there are many mansions” How many times have we heard that from clergymen over the years, heard it again from the Vicar on an old episode of Steptoe today. Surely it’s a wrong thing to say, to my mind a mansion is a very big elaborate house and a house is just a modest affair, one mansion just would not fit into a house never mind many, should it not be “In my Fathers mansion there are many houses” The mansion was usually resided in by the master of the estate, the houses would be on the estate land and the tenants would pay him rent,
On the other hand maybe the saying could have got mixed up in translation along the way, it could have originally been “In my Fathers house there are many mantles” loose fitting sleeveless cloaks worn by women, perhaps there were many female visitors to the mansion, they could have been involved in arts and crafts for example,
or the ten virgins who trimmed their wicks, there was a big hooley on in the mansion house that night according to Mathew.
“Then the Kingdom of Heaven will be like ten virgins, who took their lamps, and went out to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish, and five were wise. Those who were foolish, when they took their lamps, took no oil with them, but the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps. Now while the bridegroom delayed, they all slumbered and slept. But at midnight there was a cry, “Behold! The bridegroom is coming! Come out to meet him!” Then all those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps. The foolish said to the wise, “Give us some of your oil, for our lamps are going out.” But the wise answered, saying, “What if there isn’t enough for us and you? You go rather to those who sell, and buy for yourselves.” While they went away to buy, the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went in with him to the marriage feast, and the door was shut. Afterward the other virgins also came, saying, “Lord, Lord, open to us.” But he answered, “Most certainly I tell you, I don’t know you.” Watch therefore, for you don’t know the day nor the hour in which the Son of Man is coming.” Mathew 25.1.13
Chew on that for a while Pug, then tell me what you make of them goings on with virgins and what have yeh, and all in the holy book too.
What a challenging entry (no pun intended)
Jem, you must have worn out your finger tips typing all those scholarly theological old chestnuts.
I find I don’t worry any more about the here after, after hearing a member of the cloth assured me that no loving father God would allow a place of horror as hell has always been painted, to exist. Well that leaves Heaven only, unless you count eternal oblivion.
Chew on that for a while Pug, then tell me what you make of them goings on with virgins and what have yeh, and all in the holy book too.
ok-I’ll have a go,Jem…but if you lot deride me,I’ll flounce!
‘Mansion’ derives from the latin word ‘Mansus’,which in literal terms means ‘to stay’ or ‘to remain’ [depending on one’s preference]
‘House’,used in it’s basic form,means ‘a structure of affective aspect within which residence is both secure & permanent’.
So,used in literal terms,all houses -ANY house,does in fact contain several ‘manses’…rooms,in which a person may reside,or retain for personal use. [think ‘mancave’]
However,over the centuries,as per usual,sloppiness creeps into grammatical precision,allowing such phrases as “Doing the hoovering” [you’re not-you’re vacuuming,even if the implement is made by Hoover] or “Over the Tannoy”.
However…I’m just a geezer wot don’t know nuffink.
I got a ‘g-’ in biblical studies and a ‘youwot?!?’ in Latin studies.
However-I got a really nice tweed jacket for Crimble…[despite the Memsahib telling EVERYONE on her Jokebook account about my ‘kissing the waitress under her cameltoe’…so I think I’ve been forgiven…
Now here is the thing, this morning I had a funny 5 minutes & googled Robert Junior over50s forum & UP Popped 22 pages of my posts.
I was surprised that all of this forums stuff is widely available. In future I will be less expansive
My dear Mr Junior…REVEL in your infamy,sir-you’ve earned it,via toil & sweat!
GOOD man-keep up the excellent standard of postage…innit!
I agree with Pug, 22 pages of informative and comical posts and not an insulting word in any of them, hold your head high dear boy.
Great explanation about the mansion Pug, no better man to come up with the goods, thank you.
Nero was a very fine fiddler and a very fine fiddler was he, probably because they never caught him with his fingers in the till.
Old King Cole was a hairy old troll
And he joined a forum for free
He started for a row, when he called a lady a cow
Then he got barred, do you see?
Puggy, thanks for the encouragement.
You too Jembo
A funny thing happened to me on the way to the forum today
(sorry, Zero Mostel) & shucks , if I had been more ,less absentminded, that man could have been included in my rubbish verses a day or two past.
I occasionally pick up the RACING POST , carrying it under my arm in an effort to shock the other old boys in our rest home.
“Any tips?”
They’re all deaf as posts so I didn’t bother to add that nurse Gillian had always politely turned down the tips offered years before when on the men’s circumcision ward.
Anyway. grabbing from the newsagent a copy of the Racing POst without checking properly my choice. Imagine my delight to find I’d picked up by mistake the IRish Times.
A door has been opened for me today…what a gooD READ,
(cramp…more later)
Yes-they Oirish fellahs have all the best races,Mr J.
Now…cop an eyeful of THESE and pretend y’ain’t all jealous-like. HMM???
http://i64.tinypic.com/5ygqr7.jpg
I know,I know…steel-toecaps,steel plates in the soles…
…and my very own AIRSOLES,t’go with 'em…eatcha hearts out,losers!
I’m glad you’re enjoying the read RJ, the Irish Times is the posh paper over here.
Them’s a grand shoe Pug well may you wear them, must be great to have an understanding missus, Phyllis would take one look at me in them “Where are yeh off to in them Jem?, the high school hop?”
All you need now is one of them ganseys with a big letter “P” on it.
“Well open up, honey
It’s your lover boy me that’s a knockin’
Why don’t you listen to me, sugar
All the cats are at the High School rockin’
Honey, get your boppin’ shoes
Before the juke box blows a fuse
Hey everbody hoppin’, everybody boppin’
Boppin’ at the High School Hop
Boppin’ at the High School Hop
Shakin’ at the High School Hop
Hoppin’ at the High School Hop
Rockin’ at the High School Hop
Everybody’s hoppin’, everybody’s boppin’
Boppin’ at the High School Hop”
Here’s an interesting bit of news I came across for tipplers. I was always told that every time I drank a pint I massacred several hundred thousand brain cells.
The average brain has 100 Billion cells. how many cells does one pint of beer kill off? The answer is none. Even if you had 10 pints it does not kill a single cell.
“Even in alcoholics, alcohol use doesn’t actually result in the death of brain cells. It can, however, damage the ends of neurons, which are called dendrites. This results in problems conveying messages between the neurons. The cell itself isn’t damaged, but the way that it communicates with others is altered”
A few problems conveying messages, no bother so, just like the Post Office and we’ve been putting up with that for decades. Another media fuelled myth bites the dust, cheers lads!
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from YES MINISTER
Don’t tell me about the Press. I know exactly who reads the papers. The Daily Mirror is read by the people who think they run the country. The Guardian is read by people who think they ought to run the country. The Times is read by the people who actually do run the country. The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people who run the country. The Financial Times is read by people who own the country. The Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by another country. The Daily Telegraph is read by the people who think it is.
Sir Humphrey: Prime Minister, what about the people who read The Sun?
Bernard Woolley: Sun readers don’t care who runs the country - as long as she’s got big tits.
That cheap kitchen chappie has been at it again, in the DIY section this time, four sites today, what is interesting is the four locations have had a differing number of views @ 7.00am Bracknell Forest had 15, Slough 9, Sevenoaks 13 and Conway 11, why is there more interest in Berk Shire?
Everyone’s getting sick of him Spitty, someone should tell him to get out of that kitchen and start flogging those pots and pans.
I like that about the papers RJ. Maybe if we had women with big breasts running the countries of the world there would be less wars.
Dear computer expert
I’m in a bit of a jam here, it says I’m to attach my thumbnails but they keep sliding down the screen, should I try superglue or would that damage the screen? Also as I’m down to the quick on my thumbs will toenails do? 
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
Computer talk is not for old men
Booklets are issued and carefully read
But I still can’t understand a word that is said
Go to this, click and then open your app
Move your finger and give a light tap
Don’t open that, you never know what’s lurking
Check under the desk to see if the modern is working
Block off that link ‘cos you don’t want that
There’s even a cable they call a cat
And boot up is not a kick up the bum
It’s when the machine starts to hum
Then there’s the thing they call the freeze
When your laptop just stops and is brought to it’s knees
All this stuff is driving me potty
So I’ll just sit still and say please, beam me up Scotty.;-)
Nice one Jimmy…
I spy with my little eye GUMBUD…not!
where is the boy?
Yes Gumbud is sadly missed RJ, didn’t he say something about spending the Christmas with his Son?
Maybe like the old song, a Kangaroo tied him down, tanned his hide, then hung him up in the shed, Fred.
Will someone please release him and sent him back please.
I think Gumbud is all around, all encompassing, but as usual, I could be wrong.
hey-canya see me,eh? See me,do ya? eh? eh? Guess woss cummin’ canya?
wrong.
I just received an Apple MacBook Pro,via special delivery,today.
No,honestly…straight up-an Apple Laptop Pro arrived…FOR ME.
It says in the note that was pushed into the box “To Pug,Merry Christmas and thank you for helping us”. …and I have no idea from whom it came.
I’ve helped several people this year-as usual,in various ways,just like we all do,but I haven’t given a kidney or run into any burning houses to save a puppy… WEIRD…
Beware of Geeks bearing gifts.