Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

You do so hope that all is well with RJ and a few of his well placed words will leisurely drop onto scribbles. Whatever the circumstances he is thought of often and wished well be it AM or PM:-D

There are good folk about and what better way to give back some thanks for your years patronage and company. Thats a good publican with a bit of sense there and youngsters with compassion. Trust the evening went down well and lets be honest here… if you have to do a bit of squinting at the screen it shows a grand night was had by all…which is as it should be.

Now speaking of wobbly walking…:wink:

I see the logic behind allotted times for joints theory but what if there were none and joints all wore out at seperate times. Now that would be a sight to behold and test the love of any sane person wouldn’t it. :shock:

I’m glad to report a terrific night was had by all the old folks last night, and to cap it all I won a bottle of my favourite Sandeman port.:wink:

We even had an “incident”, I never use their real names as they would be embarrassed if by any chance they saw this, anyway old Johnny Kelly’s ex wife turned up without an invitation and barged her way to where Johnny was sitting with his new younger wife of 6 months, the look on his face was priceless, ex Mrs Kelly is a very large woman and after she poured his full pint of cold larger over his completely bald head and called him a “dirty old man” she upended the table and then calmly walked out. He just stood there agog like a toffee apple with the sticky golden beer rolling down his head.
We were sitting at the table beside his, God forgive me but I thought if was hilarious, you wouldn’t see it in a Laurel and Hardy film. Phyllis kept kicking me under the table to stop laughing but I just couldn’t stop, best laugh I had in ages.:smiley:

You are right Solo, as well as earning respect from your customers it’s good business policy to treat your regular customers well and it pays off in the long run, all these older customers have extended families and they become regular customers eventually, hold all the family celebrations in the same pub, like funerals, birthdays, christenings etc., everyone’s a winner. Indeed I remember the days when some publicans covered the funeral expenses of good uninsured customers, deeds like that are never forgotten by the families.

I had a class “A” hangover this morning so I lay in until 12,30pm, also the legs needed to rejuvenate, but they served me well last night, God bless ‘em.;-):slight_smile:

Here’s a rare recording of Peter Sellers, everything is going fine until the row breaks out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/di6yX3yVAtM?list=RDdi6yX3yVAtM

I won’t be back here till after Christmas so I’ll take this opportunity to thank you both Solo and Spitty, and wish you and yours a very happy Christmas, thanks again for your great company, the wonderful posts and the many laughs.:slight_smile:
Jimmy.

Thanks Jem, I would gladly forgo my Christmas to join you on your pilgrimage to repatriate RJ.:wink:

Thank you Jem for your kind words and good wishes. Wishing you, Phyllis and family the happiest Christmas. :smiley:

spitty I echo your thoughts on RJ but as I have the sniffles a pilgrimages will have to wait. Hope you and your family have a lovely Christmas :smiley:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/nvN2_FjbXxk

Solo and Jem (Ladies first), “and then there were three” scribblers, merry Christmas and a low carbon (and Methane) new year.:-):wink:

Just been on the spreadsheets as it’s nearly the end of the Gregorian year (not HMRCs:lol:), so far this year I have consumed 1071 pints of beer, 42 bottles of Scotch, took 9,674,700 paces, driven 20411 miles (10270 private and 10141 business), and spent £3076.32 on fuel.

Bring on 2020.:lol::lol:

Thanks spitty…and a note for the spreadsheets… must try harder next year :smiley:

pssssst…it’s not about how many we are… it’s about the quality of the few ;-):-D:-D:-D

Thinking back to some Christmases spent in other countries…all with long standing customs. In Iceland children await not just Santa Claus…but 13 trolls known as the ‘Yule Lads’ who come to town in the two weeks before Christmas.

These trolls who are brothers were mischievous and stories of them were used to torment children which of course has now had to be altered to be more acceptable. :wink:

Today children enjoy favours from the ‘Yule Lads’ for the 13 days leading to Christmas, which Icelanders celebrate on the 24th of December. That means 13 little extra surprises for Christmas…and not a superstore in sight. Sometimes the simplest things bring the most pleasure :smiley:

(The song in the video clip was originally Swedens entry to Eurovision Song Contest in 1996 performed by One More Time…music by Peter Grönwall (son of Benny Andersson, who composed all music for ABBA)

A very Happy Christmas to the Three Wise Scribblers. :smiley:

I look in here every day and am very impressed by your jolly and intelligent wittering :-D. Always brings a smile to my face :smiley:

Once a numberatician, always a numberatician.:lol::lol:

Thanks for those good wishes folks.;-):slight_smile:

The party’s over, the visitors have all gone home, there’s no Turkey left, not even a bone
Plenty of cold sprouts, but all the ham has been devoured, I wanted some tea now but the milk is all soured
The tree is still standing, tall and symbolic, if I have any more drink I’ll be an out and out alcoholic
Cans bottles and boxes all over the place, good job the bins are big with plenty of space
I’m as stuffed as a Pig, unable to jig, so I’ll just relax in the armchair and have another cig.
That’ll be twenty today, double my daily and the legs are very tired from dancing the Ceili
The dog is on me lap, and the telly is crap, nothing but repeats on tap, the sooner the better it goes off the map
And so ends the cheer, I’ll just have one more beer, and do the very same thing next year.;-):slight_smile:

All that’s left now is to sweep out the old year and welcome the new one in, and lets hope there’s a bit more harmony in the world with it.

I had a late night last night, my old drinking buddy Mick invited me back to his new flat for drinks when the pub shut.
After a couple of ports I noticed a big brass disc above the mantlepiece and I asked Mick what it was.
“Ah that’s me talking clock Jem”
“Well how does it work?” I asked puzzled.
“I’ll show yeh” says he and he picks up a hammer that was lying beside the fireplace. he bangs the disc with the hammer several times and a voice from the next flat shouts
“Ah for f…ks sake it’s twenty minutes to three in the morning” :smiley:

:lol::lol::lol: Be away with yer.:lol::lol:

Glad a good time was had by all. Weathers a bit mucky so a curl up and rest day for me and a bit of leisurely musing on things. :wink:

Would you believe that with all the repeats the one film you would like to see again isn’t on and this designating so many channels to just Christmas films is just not on. I am turning into an animated kids films gibbering wreck just to watch something…Ye gawds if they have’nt found Nemo by now they never will.:confused:

My highlight film so far was The Weaker Sex 1948 with dear old Cecil Parker that showed the domestic duties of a wife and mother in keeping the home together while the younger and fitter are away at the war. Terribly terribly upper lippy stuff but a great watch…which brings me to naked flesh and gongs. :smiley:

Had a good laugh at Micks talking clock and you do realise that J Arthuer Ranks opener was responsible for making many a young ladies heart beat faster at the sight of those rippling muscles swinging that hammer…and woe betide any young lad a bit on the weedy side who thought he could match up to that standard. No wonder Charles Atlas did so well. :mrgreen:

I remember a good documentary about the Rank Organisation on TV, can’t remember the name of it now, Jonathon Woss was owriginally invited to narrwate it, but they had to change their minds, I wonder why that was? ;-):slight_smile:

I was watching with interest the reaction to the new film “Cats”, I had seen the trailer and that was it for me, I mean it makes sense to put some of the best bits in the trailer, and it they were the best I’d rather do six month community service than have to watch the whole film. I hate to see a film fail, but that’s the business, big stakes, big risks, you win some you lose some, nobody wins them all.
I looked for critics reviews but they were not made public until the film was released on Dec.20 I think it was, that alone to me was a bad sign, it was also foolish to release it at the same time as the Star Wars film, when critics hold their fire waiting for whites of eyes first, it’s usually curtains for the product.
When the reviews finally came out the critics were trying to run with the fox and chase with the hounds, bloody cowards, praising the lavish sets, the choreography, and the special effects, but steering away from what they get paid to do, just say if is it good or bad, bad is the correct answer no matter how you dress the word up. I only saw one writer who actually said what he thought of it, brave and honest man, he’ll probably get the chop now.
I just knew the whole thing would flop, it was to my mind a very stupid thing to make a film out of a very successful stage musical and expect it to do well, talk about milking something to death!, first it was a poem then a musical, and finally a film, poetic justice for greed, anyway who would pay good money to watch humans pretending to be cats prancing around covered in digital fur? What the hell is digital fur anyway?:confused:
The only winners here were the actors, I hope they grabbed their money and ran before the manure hits the windmill.
They can always look on the bright side, maybe in 50 years time it will become a “cult” film for cool cats. :slight_smile:
Here’s one Turkey who escaped Christmas, only to have it’s neck rung in early January. :slight_smile:
But that’s only my personal critical opinion, and I remember what playwright Brendan Behan said about critics

“Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it’s done, they’ve seen it done every day, but they’re unable to do it themselves”

That’s all well and good Brendan, but at the end of the day the only critic you can rely on is yourself, either you like something or you don’t, and everyone is different.:slight_smile:

I agree, except for the folks who are the same.:lol::lol:

Never been influenced by a films trailer as most don’t live up to the hype :wink:

This is not moaning…this is an observation…No wait…it is moaning and quite rightly so.:frowning:

Caught a programme on how things are made in the factory and at the time I thought to myself …No wonder stuff is so expensive having to be shaken, stirred, washed within an inch of existance, shaken dry, whipped around and sent through heating processes, chilling processes, injected with this, that and the other before landing on a conveyor belt where a machine picks out the occasional flawed ones and where the beautiful ones get machine stuffed into a pretty eye catching see through pack so that the buyer can gaze on how pretty they look. Then off to be cling wrapped securely onto a pallette with all their pretty brothers and sisters look alikes for the long motorway journeys to the eagerly waiting supermarkets. :shock:

The reason I am having a moan is because of commitments I missed my local farm shop…in short got there too late to buy my fresh goodies that have never seen the likes of a factory and would no doubt refuse to grow at the very mention of the word…so had to resort to getting some green beans from the local shop. Saw they came from Guatamala but hey a green bean is a green bean isn’t it. Nope it isn’t not if it came all the way from Guatamala. Picked before ready, washed and frozen asleep so it does not get seasick/airsick…arrives here and is jolted awake and back to a growing warmth where it’s veggie brain can’t cope with it all and it gives up being whatever it started out to be and ends up a tasteless long green thing on your plate. Gautamaln green beans may be fine in Guatamala but not here there not.:confused:

Why oh why can’t we have veg from our fields…dirty, lumpy and bumpy… that taste delicious without all this nonsense that veggies have to go through to be sold to us these days.:confused:

Moan away if you fancy a moan Solo, everyone else is at it, myself included, methinks there should be a race to see who’s the first to get the biggest moan in on the first day of the new year, sort of a trailer for the year coming.;-):slight_smile:

I love those how it’s made programs, I would gladly sit in my armchair and gorge on them all day long, but the wife is always there to find something for me to do, and one is obliged to jump up, salute, and rally round the home flag when the need arises, not a word about herself feasting on endless repeats of “Family Fortunes” on the Challenge station, but I mustn’t moan.:slight_smile:

Being a life long townie the only beans and peas I eat come from a Batchelor’s tin, if they are not Batchelor’s I won’t eat them, ah Batchelor’s wonderful beans!, how true those words are in the old ad. A great employer in my area too I might add, the factory is only half a mile away from me.

I see the ads are back to normal again, you know the ones that tell you everything except what the actual product is, it’s usually down the bottom in small print.
And then there’s those off putting women’s ads, even Phyllis is becoming confused with them, she can’t decide whether to swap her leaky bladder for a shiny spleen or her leaky hair for a shiny bladder, whatever happened to keeping the message clear and simple?
Remember the sandwich man, a simple arrow pointing to the premises and the words “Eat at Joe’s” and “Harry’s Haircuts”, as far as I can recall Joe and Harry were never short of customers. :slight_smile:

Here’s a very clever one I found.

https://i.postimg.cc/L4qQ7nJs/yr-torture-museum-preview1.jpg

Since when did bashing a Gong make a Geezer a Sex Cymbal?

You was one of the weedy ones wasn’t yer :-D:-D:-D

This quantum stuff is back in the news and not just yer plain old quantum but Quantum Entanglement to amaze you even more. Those Bristol lads have created a chip teleporter entangler that could…only ‘could’ mind you… lead to a more secure quantum internet. Bet thats left you as gob smacked as I was :wink:

For someone who never turns her computer off in case it won’t start up again this latest news…actually went right over my head but I was ‘lerted’ nontheless because as soon as someone announces this cannot be hacked, cracked, opened, or beaten you know at least millions of geeks will dedicate themselves to proving that statement wrong. :smiley:

Anyone who saw and remembers The Fly will know teleporting can have disastrous consequences. Imagine sending all that sensitive info…and getting just a swarm of flies back…and clever quantum entangled flies at that. Doesn’t bear thinking of:shock: