Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

Whenever I see this burying the hatchest malarkey I always think of the Shining and then all those westerns where the poor old trusting tribes get together to ‘bury the hatchet’ with the white man.

What a rip off that always was as there was no intention of any kind of Kemosabeing or burying anything. We watchers knew that and there would be silence as we waited knowing the consequences of not being able to chuck an axe at your enemy. Lesson learned there. :smiley:

With the Shining another lesson learned was axe vs door. Axe wins :shock:

I very seldom have an axe to grind with anyone, anyway the first cut is the deepest, once you get over that you are easily mended, to be blunt, buried hatchets are like dead men, they tell no tales.;-):slight_smile:
On the other hand, skeletons in the closet can be very useful, as the editor of that 1930’s monthly scandal rag “Out with it” said “If you have any skeletons in your closet you may as well make them dance for you, we pay well for the best stories”
He was never short of scandalous material either, there was mass eviction of skeletons, butlers, chauffeurs, maids, cooks, and relatives of the rich and famous were lining up outside his office clutching large envelopes containing incriminating photo’s and documents of every description close to their chests, sort of like the Antique Roadshow on a fine day, all wondering that important question “What’s it worth”
Of course that was during the great depression, when folks would sell their grandma’s winter drawers for a crust of bread, or so a very old lad from New York was telling me.:wink:

“To err is human, to forgive, divine” Alexander Pope.
Yes Alex old boy, it’s good to forgive.

I see a thread entitled “Yellowhammer Released” I didn’t even know he was in jail, why can’t they just leave the poor old native American chief alone.

I’ve always been a fan of Brenda Lee, this is one of my favourites.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/BGLR25EJtfE

Songs in their purest form, precious.

Beautiful song. Sunshine on Leith proved what good voices they have. Thanks:-D

Friday 13th…now I’m not superstititous …but I am a little stitious so when I read this in Live Science even though you knew this was coming when you actually see it… it’s all bit spooky especially watching the art ones talking…and all from a photo.:confused:

Imagine getting a card in the future that moves and chats to you just like in Harry Potter. Good job we are forewarned as us oldies would probably curl up and corrrode on the spot in shock :shock:

https://www.livescience.com/65573-mona-lisa-deepfakes.html

You have to look back to find what the future holds, I’m still confused what happened mid 80s, did I lose my Beer Goggles or were they confiscated?:slight_smile:

Some people like Beer Goggles…I prefer Wine glasses :wink:

You have to look back to find what the future holds. Hmmmmm.:wink:

Looking back… after having tore the house apart looking for something you had lost you were always told to " Look down the back of the sofa" and hey presto sure enough it would be there…even if it meant you suffered mortal injury getting it back. Those old sofas were lethal in more ways than one. :shock:

How it got swallowed by a sofa was one of lifes mysteries but now they make sofas much more user friendly and lost bits can be recoverd without loss of limb or life. :smiley:

Strange things happened on sofas back then, especially those that had those strong steel springs in them. :shock:
My granny had a beautiful handmade oak sofa in the parlour, carved with scrolls and flowers on the back and down the sides of the arm rests, it was covered in lush dark green velvet and stuffed with springs and horsehair and it took pride of place under the main front window, a real antique piece.
The parlour was only used for quests and special occasions, the most distinguished guests being the rent man, the parish priest and a certain bejewelled lady called Mrs Price, who we found out many years later was a moneylender, she had so much expensive jewellery on her that I once heard me granny compare her radiance to the Bailey Lighthouse.
Anyway one night one of my uncles, who was nuts about women but for some reason or other he never married, his older brother (my Dad) called him the “Bed Swerver”, took me years to find out what that meant. :slight_smile:
Well this night he brought home a lovely girl, (the uncle not me Dad) who I have to say was a bit on the large size, he was like Benny Hill that way, he liked them big, and after much pleading with the granny he was granted permission to use the parlour.
The older brother and me were kids then and were passing the parlour door on our way to bed when an unmerciful female scream come from within. Yerwoman came dashing out of the parlour holding onto her arse, a spring had come through the sofa and a sharp wire ripped her dress right through to her knickers, nearly disarsed her altogether, she was followed out by our red faced uncle in his stockinged feet busy fiddling with the flies of his trousers, we never saw her again.:smiley:

Dublin are all Ireland champions again, 5 titles in a row!, the first team ever to achieve that honour, I’m not crazy about sports but I’ve been out celebrating with the family, the whole city is partying, well done to the lads! :slight_smile:

Sofas and DFS, Dat ****1ng Spring.:lol::lol:

Never felt comfortable in a parlour especially doing the courting bit as you knew full well somebody would be earwigging at the keyhole…and relaying every move made.

Last time …knowing that was happening I poked the fire for a distraction and caused a huge soot fall. Believe me the Black and White minstrels would have proud of me that night for the merry dance I caused.

“Never darken our doorstep” again took on a whole new meaning:-D:-D:-D

The FIL was looking a bit down last week, so we suggested he got a hobby, something to occupy his mind, Well, yesterday we asked him if had given this any thought, and he said “yes, can you get me a glass beaker for the bathroom” what for we asked? “I think I need something to get my teeth into” he said.:lol:

:lol:
I reckon the fella who invented “Fixodent” made his fortune during the war when “Loose talk caused lives”:smiley:
My granny had a square delph box with a lid on it, she kept it by her bedside and put her dentures into it, I think the stuff she used on them was Sterident and she called the box her “chatterbox”.:wink:
Who remembers those trick false teeth you could wind up and they would chatter away?
Nice crossword clue that “container for dentures?”— Chatterbox.

I’m in the process of cleaning up the workshop, I came upon a newspaper from 2012, there’s a piece in it about a fella who tries to eat his house, I’ll post it later tonight if I can, see yiz later.:wink:

(Re. Post 3,604) No I wouldn’t be able for them talking heads myself Solo, spooky indeed, I even hate going on Skype, the wife has to drag me in front of the camera when the son is in Rome, it’s not natural to stare a person straight in the face while speaking to them as is Skype, give me the old fashioned way anytime. :wink:

One dare not mention the black and white minstrels anymore, I think they were the first to get the sack when the BBC had to get real, good riddance to them too, I hated that show.
We had a group over here who used to blacken up and do shows, “The Black Jesters” I’ve never seen them personally but my Dad told me they used to do a Christmas show in one of the TB sanatoriums he was in back in the early late 40’s and early 50’s.

As I said earlier I was tidying up the workshop today and came upon an old newspaper dated 2012, the height of the austerity years here, this is the bit that grabbed my attention, chew on this.

Man tries to eat house.

“A forty six year old Dublin man, Patrick Moore, was before Justice Owens (not real names) in court No.4 at Morgan Place yesterday after being arrested at his home where he was sitting at the side wall of the house with a hammer and chisel lobbing off chunks of brick, smashing them to dust, eating the dust and swallowing it down with water from a large plastic bottle, he was laughing hysterically while chipping away at the wall.
A worried neighbour had called the guards and when the investigating guard asked him what he was doing, he replied “I’m going to do me best to eat as much of my house as I can before the greedy banks gets a hold of it”
The guard noticed that the man was foaming at the mouth like a ‘Mad Dog’ and decided to call for back up, when they eventually got him to the station he was raving and violent, they had to restrain him in a straight jacket, a Doctor was called, he examined the man and recommended he be taken under guard to Portrane psychiatric hospital immediately.
Judge Owens asked why the man was brought before him in the first place, as far as he knew it was not a crime to eat ones own house, providing one had the stomach for it it was perfectly legal, anyway it was out of his hands now and they will have to await the medical reports.”

I’m sure many decent respectable sane folks lost their reason during those very tough years.

Actually the judge was wrong, if you fancy eating your own house you cannot eat it unless it’s fully paid for, this poor unfortunate man’s house was in the process of being repossessed because he could not keep up with the payments having lost his job through redundancy, hard luck I know but the law can be very cruel by times.

Maybe it’s not so strange, I once over heard two women talking at a bus stop and one said to the other “That O’Mara fella was left all his fathers money and property, he drank every penny of it including the house and car”:shock:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/lpTmrrmIjpM

My Energy provider sent me a poem, and here it is.

Smart meters are here -
We’ve mentioned it before.
They replace your old gas and electricity meters
But they tell you so much more.

Get more accurate energy bills
From automatic readings -
It’s an easy way to check
On your recent proceedings.

Knowing more about your usage,
Can really help you save.
Spot your energy-efficient appliances
And the ones that misbehave.

Our meters are second generation,
So if you switch they’ll stay smart.
Our installing engineers are local -
Are you ready to make a start?

Hit the button below
To book your installation.
Together we’ll make the grid greener -
And be a slightly smarter nation.

So, I sent them one

Don’t want a Smart Meter
You’ll never make me teeter
It won’t save me a penny
I’ll stick with Spinning Jenny
You know I don’t like data
I prefer a baked potata
Eating it would be far less glee
If in production I knew how much energy
Devices round here must get More sparse
So you can stick those meters up your arse.

© Spitty circa 2019.:lol::lol:

Jem that was very interesting about Mr Moore. The poor man proved beyond a shadow of doubt that there is no accounting for taste is there…still after chomping on a few bricks you knew for certain that he would be in need of yer Granny’s chatterbox.:-D:-D

Nice poem add on there spitty. If they say it’s SMART it will only be smart in their favour and not ours. I add this to the very idea of these meters. Nice though that we have been given a few more years to keep saying b****r off :mrgreen:

Love that clip solo.:lol:

I enjoyed that excellent poem of yours Spitty, great piece of work.:wink:

Ever since I read Moby Dick as a child I was always interested in sea creatures great and small. It seems now that the deeper they go down in the oceans the weirder the creatures are, there are some wonderful photos if you look them up.
Hollywood has been providing us with images of what the screen writers imagine aliens from space would look like for over a hundred years now, but they haven’t a patch on the real aliens from the bottom of the earths oceans, we know so little of what’s really down there.

This fella, called a Blobfish reminds me of my old Uncle Henry on my mothers side, smug looking git ain’t he?.:smiley:
The first thing that came into my mind when I saw this chap was what a lovely unusual cuddly toy he would make, you never see fish as cuddly toys do you? You could sing this old song to your grandchildren as you tuck them into bed clutching their new cuddly fish close to their chests.;-):slight_smile:
“You will have a fishy
On a little dishy
You will have a fishy
When the boat comes in”
[url=https://postimages.org/]https://i.postimg.cc/rpW0fM7m/BLOBFISH.jpg

Now here’s a fella that would scare the life out of Dracula himself, the Vampire fish.

https://i.postimg.cc/cHSKjPNc/vampire-fish.jpg