Thin line, stability and predictability
Inevitability and Motability
Protect the territory
For the sake of continuity.
Sounds about right spitty…ave a mince pie 
Is isn’t surprising that we think back on the little bits of responsibilty we had especially if there was a reward at the end of it. You couldn’t always expect payment or a treat but it was nice when you did…and you never forgot it.
I recently cleared some very old stuff among which was a carrier bag which I have held onto, full of the most beautiful off cuts of theatre braiding in all colours, shapes and sizes. A childs delight to have been given such wonders for simply collecting a P.O parcel. They were no use to the lady who made costumes for actors etc but I spent so many hours with that bag of goodies making up fantasies about who would wear such glittering finery.
That barrel hopping reminded me of the great log rolling. It also made me laugh as it was such a laddish thing to do. If a lad got hurt barrel hopping it was their own fault but if a girl got hurt doing that the lads got the blame for letting her do it. Maybe that’s the problem today as we had definite girls and lads things to do and they were respected for being just that…but that would never do today. As the3 muskateers once "said “all for one and one for all”
Good fun that video Solo, I could have been as good as them lads had I hung around the barrels a bit longer, all I got was an unmerciful thirst for the stuff. ;-)
Roll out the barrel I say.
This is the time of year when a terrible crime will be committed on the human body by tens of millions of well meaning good people.
I’m talking about neuroside, never heard of it? I don’t blame you, I just made it up, anyway it means the massacre of millions of brain cells caused by drinking.
We are always hearing from the experts that drink destroys our brain cells.
I don’t know much about brain cells, we have been told and led to believe that the more brain cells we have the cleverer we are, the bigger the brain the more intelligent we are too, how many times have stupid people been called ‘Bird brain’. Actually birds are very smart, they can fly anywhere and it doesn’t cost then a penny, and you never hear of them crashing.
But I wouldn’t be too sure about what the experts say, suppose for argument sake we had a neat round figure of 1million brain cells to start off our adult life with, they say that every time one has a drink x amount of brain cells die never to be replaced again, then take the prime time of one’s life say from 20-40, when one would probably be drinking the most, assuming of course that one drinks, then I reckon half the million cells would have perished.
That should mean that a person of 40 would only be half as intelligent as a person of 20, right?, wrong, in fact it’s actually the other way around. I’m 74 now so I reckon all my million cells have been used up, but I’m still functioning as a 55 year old, how is that possible? If one was to believe the experts all my brain cells should be long gone by now and I should be a mushroom or a lettuce, fact is I’m amazed how I could type this much without a single brain cell left, that in itself deserves another glass of port, cheers. ;-)
To hell with the experts, go out and have a good time while you still can.
The obvious question is, did any individual need that many brain cells in the first place. None drinkers seem unable to organise a piss up in a Brewery.
I still think they know very little about the human brain Spitty. 
I have a very tough niece who is recovering from cancer surgery.
She now has two false breasts, she was here today with her young son (5), she made me laugh when she said brazenly “Uncle Jem, I have false breasts, faux mammaries it says on the hospital forms, well I’m proud of mine and I don’t give two faux who knows about them either”
I laughed and said “I hope you praised them and said thanks for the mammaries”
Lovely girl and I truly hope and pray she makes a full recovery.
They are getting serious about this climate thing here now,
My neighbours grandson got a job with the department of the environment, they sent him down to a dairy farm in Kerry where he goes out to a field at 9am and has to sit out in a little hut shaped like a cow and covered with cow skin looking camouflage canvas, he has a little electric clicker and every time a cow farts he has to click it to register the cows expeditions.
Each of the fifty cows has a little chip in the ear and when they fart he hears it on his headphones, 6,017 he recorded in his first 7 hour shift, roughly 11 farts per cow per working day, who would think that? (when he finishes on this job he’ll be able to let us know who farts more, the older cows or the younger ones, looking forward to that little gem of info, ain’t technology great!)
He says his thumb is swollen from clicking, he’s alternating between thumbs and fingers now, he finishes on Friday then they’ll probably send him off somewhere else with his little clicker after Christmas, the money is good, but when i asked him what does he tell his mates he does for a living he refuses to say, but no doubt they already know.
I have to tell you I know a few fellas who clicked the odd cow, some of them even married them.
I can just hear all his mates singing this when he walks into the local on Friday night.;-)
Wifi is a bit hit and miss at the moment so hopping on when the little sign quivers and shows signs of life. Hey ho thats modern technology for you when quivering gets you all exited. 
My sincerest good wishes to your neice…which brings me to…
Driving down It was remarkable to see so many cows doing the back stroke…breast stroke…crawl and whatever else it took to stay afloat in so many flooded fields. Now that could be interesting way of collecting data;-)
We are becoming more and more dependant on the internet, when it goes off we get all flustered and edgy, we’re all hooked now young and old, maybe that’s how they want us to be, knowing everything about us, every move we make, and can cut us off anytime anywhere.:shock:
Christmas has been well and truly commercialised now, the black Friday thing really put the lid on it, that now means you will spend in October on halloween, halloween is fast becoming a big money spinner here in recent years, then November with the black Friday swindle, December, and in the January sales, four months of the year!, not to mention what one spends socially during the long time off work between Christmas Day and the new year, spend spend spend, money money money.
Sadly the whole meaning of Christmas is gone and it’s more an event to fear for most people rather than look forward to. Greed ruins everything for everyone in the end.
It had been raining all day today, I didn’t venture out a all. The rain stopped at about 8pm and the sky cleared to reveal a multitude of bright stars.
I was lost among the glistening specks of light, and as I gazed up I was wondering where all the black holes were hiding, not to mention the dark matter, then sure enough as if in answer to my prayers I stepped into some dark matter in the garden, for a little dog he produces an awful lot of dark matter, I then buried it in a small black hole the dog had dug earlier, then I went back into the house feeling optimistic and starry eyed, but n’er a mention of the big bang, all she said was “My God, your out there in the cold with no pullover on yeh, you’ll catch your death of cold, yeh aul eejit”
Ah, the song may be over but the melody lingers on.
The elements are having an absolute field day and it really is raining cats and dogs cos I have just watched 2 dogs sent flying along on the beach. Lord knows where their whoopsies landed but the locals are not looking skyward so they must know a thing or two. 
One good thing though is the tills are quite silent when they should be red hot from all that cash being rung up. Still miss the old type till as they always gave such a happy sound as if thanking you for spending your money…and if there was a chute involved all the better. Whooshing should be brought back even if only for xmas.
The seagulls are wearing life jackets which is a tad worrying…perhaps they are just practicng for the pier panto:shock:
My old mate William, great lad, but, had the habit of scratching his personal bits in public, if you pointed this out to him he would fly off the handle in a fit of rage.
I often wonder what happened to Wild Bill Itch Cock.
‘I often wonder what happened to Wild Bill Itch Cock”
I may be of some assistance there Spitty, I believe he married a very wealthy gentle girl by the name of Phyllis, she wore a diamond studded dress on her wedding day,
They called her Mild Phil Rich Frock. 
Yes the weather is really terrible, but is it better than the snow? some say it is and some say it’s not, personally I prefer the rain because when it’s gone it’s gone, the aftermath of snow can be dangerous when it freezes and it seems to last forever, frozen slush on the streets is so dirty looking and depressing.
“The seagulls are wearing life jackets which is a tad worrying…perhaps they are just practicng for the pier panto”
They should also be made wear underpants too Solo, one of them bombed Phyllis this morning in the Tesco car park, what a load it was too, luckily she had the hood of her coat up or it would had got into her hair. The car park supervisor was very helpful and took her into his office so she could clean up as best she could, then organised a lift home for her, everyone kept saying to her that it will bring her luck, as did I when she got home, she nearly floored me with her handbag when I said it, she is not a happy bunny just now.
Here’s an odd thing that has always made me wonder.
Anytime I see a painting of a racehorse painted in the 1700’s/1800’s their heads are always tiny, why is this? it just doesn’t look right at all, did they not spot this?, surely a racehorse didn’t look like the example below? The horse owners paid top money to have their good horses painted and hung in a place of prominence in their stately homes.
Was it because all the equine artists were just lousy painters, or what?
This horse looks more like the Loch Ness Monster from the neck up.:shock:
Is that a Stubbs?
Stubbs, I had to look that up Spitty, “The Stubbs Saddle Mate” a very handy bit if kit for the horsey folk, made of sturdy plastic you sling your saddle over it and put all your grooming paraphernalia inside and carry the lot over your arm.
I believe there’s an American rival version of the same thing called “Tonto”, he was the Lone Rangers saddle mate as ya’ll know, he used to sling the Lone Ranger over his shoulder and take him home every Saturday night when he got stoned, you couldn’t get a better saddle mate than that, so I’d opt for the American version, get 'em up Scout .;-)
I miss RJ, even when he accused me of being delusional, well actually he said I was De-loo-ded, takes one to know one is the claw back.
RJ was a dab hand with the unusual words, he loved playing around with them.
Alas no sign of him, I’ve sent a couple of PM’s and got no reply. 
Nice to see the shortest day is almost over, a pity there was no Sun to light up the chamber at Newgrange.
I didn’t know Newgrange was built before the Pyramids and Stonehenge.
“Hundreds of people gathered at Newgrange in Co Meath this morning hoping to watch the sun rise on the Winter solstice.
Thirty thousand people had applied for the lottery to be allowed to enter the chamber but only 16 were lucky enough to be given the chance to enter the tomb.
Unfortunately the sun was obliterated by the clouds this morning and those inside did not get to see a ray of light illuminate the chamber.
Newgrange was built 500 years before the Pyramids in Egypt and more than 1,000 years before Stonehenge.
When conditions are right on the solstice, a narrow beam of light penetrates the roof-box above the entrance to the passage at Newgrange and reaches the floor of the chamber, gradually illuminating the entire chamber. The event lasts for 17 minutes” RTE news.
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This last couple of days a horse…any old horse would have been handy. A thin headed horse would have even done as they don’t mind a drop of water where as these man made tin pot boxes get quite upset at the thought of taking a bath…and if any other witty bu***r sings “Row row row yer boat gently up the stream” I wont be responsible…I really won’t.
Now having risked the flooding I also risked the shops for a few bits and pieces and let me tell you…you would have been hard pushed to keep up with me…took me back a few years this puddle jumping. My Ma would have been proud of me :-D:-D:-D
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You posted whilst I was drying out Jem…but I think they are snorkeling at Stonehenge today 
I’ve just been and bought a Brexit Turkey, it’s “Oven Ready”.
RJ was a dab hand with the unusual words, he loved playing around with them.
Alas no sign of him, I’ve sent a couple of PM’s and got no reply.
Jem, try contacting him in the Morning.
I hope you dried out well Solo, we don’t want you coming down with a bug, there’s a nasty one doing the rounds here at the moment,
I find the good thing about Winter is you can always look forward to the Summer, and when that comes you can look forward to the next Summer, provided we live that long.
“Jem, try contacting him in the Morning”
Sorry Spitty, I don’t “do” mornings since I retired, especially cold wet Winter ones.
Old folks who can get up at 7am and start arguing politics must be tough individuals, and good luck to them, but they wear out quicker.;-)
I have done my own research on this using my natural Irish logic and my findings are that if an older person conserves all the moveable parts of the body as best one can, one will last longer, but it’s important to keep them well oiled with Guinness or rust will set in, conservation of the parts is vital, how else do you think these old vintage cars are still going?
Take for example a leg, usually one of the first limbs to be banjaxed with the onslaught of old age, (have you seen that ad with that great cricketer Sir Ian Botham hobbling about with gammy legs, and he’s only 64, he wore ‘em out you see).
Now from the very first leg movement of a new born baby the leg is allotted a certain amount of smooth motions, we’ll give it a figure of 1 million for mathematical purposes, and as we all know everything eventually wears out, hence knackerization of the limbs and other bits, we won’t go into the inner bits at present as it gets too complicated.
When one reaches retirement age say 65, one would have used up about 800,000 of those movements leaving a mere 200,000 left, and those left would be operated by faulty worn joints and bones, no longer the sturdy stuff of youth and manhood. I makes perfect sense to me to conserve these precious movements until it’s absolutely necessary to use them, for instance, heading out to the bookies or the local, leisurely Summer strolls with the dog, dancing with old ladies on a Saturday night, important stuff like that, so why not lie on in bed and last longer?
I rest my case yer honour.
We’ll be off tonight to the pubs old folks annual party, buckshee everything, and taxis home for those who can’t walk home from whatever reasons. All this is paid for by the publican and all the young customers who organise raffles throughout the year, great young people we have today.
Just Imagine if it was a Saturday night at the Christmas party and you ain’t got no body to dance with. See yiz tomorrow if i can see the screen.