Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

ello ello greek speakin from Yorkshire - yaki da!!

Following the death of his wife a thrifty Yorkshire farmer visited the offices of the Yorkshire Post.
After 50 years of happily married life he felt that an obituary would be in order.
When the receptionist on the desk informed the farmer of the cost he exclaimed in true
Yorkshire fashion. “How Much?!”

Then he reluctantly produced his wallet saying .

"I want summat simple, my Gladys was a good-hearted and hard-working Yorkshire lass but
she wunt ‘ave wanted nowt swanky’.

“Perhaps a small poem,” suggested the woman at the desk.

“Nay,” said the farmer “she wunt 'ave wanted anything la-di-da, just put; ‘Gladys
Braithwaite’s died’”

“You need to say when” he was told by the receptionist.

“Do I? Well, put died 17th March 2016. That’ll do.”

“It is usual for the bereaved to add some meaningful phrase about the dearly departed.”

The man considered this proposal for a moment. "Well, put in, ‘Sadly missed.’ That’ll
do.’

“You can have another four words,” explained. the woman.

“No, no!” he cried, “she wouldn’t 'ave wanted me to splash out.”

“But the extra four words are included in the price,” the woman told him.

“Are they? You mean I’ve paid for 'em”.
“Yes, indeed.”

“Well, if I’ve paid for 'em” exclaimed the man, “Then I’m ‘avin’ 'em.”

The obituary appeared in the Yorkshire Post the next morning.

 Gladys Braithwaite died
    17th March 2016.
     Sadly missed.
 Also Tractor for sale.

:lol: Nice one Gumbud. I hope you had a nice Christmas with your young lad.

That was some present Pug, that cost a right few bob. “And the good shall find their own reward” So it was written and so was it done. May you have many happy hours banging away on the new machine.:slight_smile:

I was always very bad at geography, so when I want to know anything about Israel I have to depend on net and yahoo, the voice of Israel.:slight_smile:
Groan, but at least it’s original.:slight_smile:

Make the most of the moment for life is too short
Only make plans as a last resort
The future may never happen for you
So enjoy every single thing that you do.:frowning:

I started on the port a bit early chaps, I was watching a bit of the old Monty Python when I came up with that joyful verse. The wife is out, just me and the dog here until she gets back, we are both off then to Christ Church to hear the bells ring in the New Year, there will be a big crowd there making merry.
I asked the dog up for a dance a minute ago but he refused point blank. :smiley:

Happy New Year, good health and long life to you all.:slight_smile:

All together now.

“Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let’s sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again!”

Ah the wife has just arrived so I’ll tidy meself up and be off, see you all soon.:wink:

Shalom my friends.

Is it a special day today or summink?
What have I missed…what is it I haven’t noticed…hmmm?
I still don’t know why I received that Mac-lappy…not touching it until I do.
DID,however,defuse and extremely volatile row between a friend & his fiance’…by the mighty CRINGE,they were flat-out rucking!
Then,on the way home along these deserted lanes out here in Ooh-Aarhville,I found a stranded lady who had a flat tyre. Ok…I know my place…yes,I swapped it for the spare [which itself was low on tyre pressure]
Didn’t even get her name…just,“Righto,that’s ready to go” “Oh,thank you…took you longer than I was hoping it would” [oh,ta. Considering the nearest house is 3 miles and it’s mine-and the nearest garage is 5 miles and it’s shut for New Years Eve,it might well have been a LOT longer,was I not returning from my friend’s home along this deserted,rarely-used tiny unlit lane…BITCH! Still…she’s safe.
HAPPY NEW YEAR,peeps!!!

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY PROVES EXISTENCE OF DARK SUCKERS

For years it has been believed that electric bulbs emitted light. However, recent information from Dublin University has proven otherwise.

Electric bulbs don’t emit light, they suck dark. Thus they now call these bulbs dark suckers. The dark sucker theory, according to a Dublin University spokesperson, proves the existence of dark, that dark has mass heavier than that of light, and that dark is faster than light.

The basis of the dark sucker theory is that electric bulbs suck dark and pass it through wires to earth. Take for example, the dark suckers in the room where you are. There is less dark right next to them than there is elsewhere. The larger the dark sucker, the greater its capacity to suck dark. Dark suckers in a football stadium have a much greater capacity than the ones in a room. As with all things, dark suckers don’t last forever. Once they are full of dark, they can no longer suck. This is proven by the black spot on a full dark sucker.

A candle is a primitive dark sucker. A new candle has a white wick. You will notice that after the first use, the wick turns black, representing all the dark which has been sucked into it. A second primitive dark sucker is an oil lamp. Again, the wick turns black due to the concentration of dark. However, these are more powerful than candles and some of the dark sticks to the glass of the oil lamp as it is sucked into the wick and needs to be cleaned off from time to time to prevent it from stopping more dark from being sucked onto the wick. Unfortunately, these primitive dark suckers have a very limited range.

There are also portable electric dark suckers. They are commonly called torches. The bulbs in these can’t handle all of the dark by themselves, and must be aided by a dark storage battery. When the dark storage battery is full, it must be either emptied or replaced before the portable dark sucker can operate again.

Dark has mass. When dark goes into a dark sucker, friction from this mass generates heat. Thus, it is not wise to touch an operating dark sucker. Candles present a special problem, as the dark must travel in the solid wick instead of through glass. This generates a great amount of heat. Thus, it can be very dangerous to touch an operating candle. Dark is also heavier than light. If you swim deeper and deeper, you notice it gets slowly darker and darker. When you reach a depth of approximately fifty feet, you are in total darkness. This is because the heavier dark sinks to the bottom of the lake and the lighter dark floats to the top. The immense power of dark can be utilised to man’s advantage. We can collect the dark that has settled to the bottom of lakes and push it through turbines, which generate electricity and help push it to the ocean where it may be safely stored. Prior to turbines, it was much more difficult to get dark from the rivers and lakes to the ocean. The American Indians first recognised this problem, and tried to solve it. When on a river in a canoe travelling in the same direction as the flow of the dark, they paddled slowly, so as not to stop the flow of dark, but when they travelled against the flow of dark, they paddled quickly so as to help push the dark along its way.

Finally, we must prove that dark is faster than light. If you were to stand in an illuminated room in front of a closed, dark closet, then slowly open the closet door, you would see the light slowly enter the closet, but since the dark is so fast, you would not be able to see the dark hurtle past you into the room under the suction of the illuminating source.

In conclusion, Dublin University stated that dark suckers make all our lives much easier. So the next time you look at an electric bulb remember that it is indeed a dark sucker.

and on that rather dark note from Dublin happy new year and may your light be sucked dark at any time soon!

I think I have told the scribblers this before, but just in case I haven’t, every day of the year, I have low sugar Bran Flakes for Breakfast, every New Years Day, I think to myself “should I have a Bacon Sarnie for a change”, upon this thought, I get a gush of adrenaline and a tightness in the chest, my hands start to shake moderately, when I recall this state of emotion to the Wife, she says “Calm Down Spitty, it’s just an irrashernal Fear”

I stick to the porridge and honey Spitty, none of your fancy flakes for me, keeps me going all day, someone should write a song about porridge.:slight_smile:

Thanks for that report Gumbud, that does not surprise me, as you know I have been looking into this theory for years now. Dark matter is big scientific news these days, I prefer to look at it the simple way, it’s a case of having to because I’m simple.:slight_smile:
Common sense tells us that there is 95% or more dark in the universe than light so naturally dark is the overpowering substance, therefore light feeds on the dark and sucks away, there can be no light without dark, but dark does not need light, that speaks for itself, petrol doesn’t need an engine but an engine is useless without petrol.
They are working on a flash ‘Light’ that ‘Shines’ a dark beam in daylight, very handy for looking at TV/computer screens outdoors on bright sunny days, but no doubt the military will find more sinister uses for it.
Titter they may but It’s all happening in the dark business these days, watch out for huge break throughs in the coming decade, us humans depend too much on what we can see but it’s what we cannot see that fills the atmosphere, wonders to behold await in the darkness.

Don’t forget it was a Cork University that gave the World Viagra, allowing many an old Wasp to have his dying sting.:lol:

I’ve stopped going to the Thought Transference Class at the local college, one person kept sending sad thoughts, and I ended up in floods of tears, that’s when I found out I was telepathetic.

:lol:I alway knew you were well connected Spitty, are you familiar with all the big knobs?:wink:

I think our thoughts are the only private thing we have left now, but they’ll soon fix that.:smiley:

There was artist who worked from a studio in his home. He specialized in nudes, and had been working on what he thought would be a masterpiece for several months now.

His model showed up and, after exchanging the usual greetings and small talk, she began to undress for the day’s work.

He told her not to bother, since he felt pretty bad with a cold he had been fighting. He added that he would pay her for the day, but that she could just go home; he just wanted some hot tea and then, off to bed.

The model said, “Oh, please, let me fix it for you. It’s the least I can do.”

He agreed and told her to fix herself a cup too. They were sitting in the living room exchanging small talk and enjoying their tea, when he heard the front door open and close, then some familiar footsteps.

“Oh my God!” he whispered loudly, “It’s my wife! She’ll suspect something. Quick! Take all your clothes off!”

Well, what a fulsome start to the year, good work SCRIBBLERS.

I myself typed a brilliant piece, but I deleted it by mistake & I can’t face typing it again after drinking too much SOUTHERN COMFORT last evening.

I have had four Mugs of Yorkshire Tea this morning, it is very Moorish.

mugs; cups; tankards; pint jars; schooners; ponies; I’ll drink it out of anything - make mine a shandy and babycham makes me remember everything!

tch too much SC indeed !

ps: I once knocked back a little scotch but he came back and beat me to pulp.

Gumboy…If you are in the chair, mine’s a large one

Talking about painters, actor Sid James used to dabble in painting, it’s said that when Hattie Jacques asked him to paint her in the nude Sid replied “Sorry love, but I don’t do landscapes” Boom Boom! :lol:

you want a large chair to sit in heh? might keep you safe!

It was cold out this morning, my mind went back to balmy days mid 1970s, and that nautical fine specimen of ladyhood I used to know, Mandy Poopdeck.

:lol: Poopdeck? Was there nobody on board to swab her down?:smiley:

Reading the thread about being able to laugh at yourself reminded me of a chap who lived in our area many years ago, he was born with a bad bend in his upper spine which resulted in a very prominent hump. He was a good looking man and very well educated, had a great job as a senior civil servant and was married with two lovely children, he was very popular in the local and ran a very successful darts team.
His ailment never upset him and he knew every hump joke in the book, he once told me that the surname Humphries originated in Egypt when an Arab set up a business transporting Camels across the Nile, it was called Hump Ferries and the name was adopted by his offspring. He would offer a free pint to anyone in the pub who could tell him a hump joke that he never heard before, and he was honest, if he hadn’t heard it he would buy you the pint.
He was moved down to Carlow with his department back in the 1980’s and I never heard of him since.
There must be a lesson for us all somewhere there don’t you think?:wink: