Thanks for that bit of film nostalgia Solo, very enjoyable for me.
There must be something healthy about Guinness, two people very dear to me have benefitted health wise by taking Guinness’s stout in moderation, not to mention meself, so I’m a great believer in it and I know it’s not to everyone’s taste.
My Dad had TB as a young married man, he was in and out of different TB sanatoriums for ten years from 1948 to 1958, when he was finally discharged he was as thin as a stick and it was recommended by his doctors that he take two half pint bottles of Guinness a day, he wasn’t long about building himself up and he went back to work at his old job as a train driver, he loved his pint right up to the end and he was 94 when he died.
Phyllis was anaemic as a young girl and had regular fainting spells, anytime we went to mass together I would always have to take her outside to the fresh air halfway through it, she too was recommended a bottle of stout with her meals, now the only time she faints is when she’s had too much of the stuff.
This is one of Phyllis’s party pieces and when she sings it in the local (mind you it takes a good few bottles of anti faint to get her going), she has all the other old biddies in floods of tears, she’s not a bad singer either, get your hankies ready for this real tear jerker folks.
I certainly will drink to good old Lily Pinkham…Graham, I and friends rendered many rousing choruses of that so thank you for the memories spitty.:-D:-D
Tried and true doesn’t seem to mean much these days does it. Milk Stout and Guinness surely must be a cheaper tonic than some of these pharmacuetical prices they charge these days. Same with all these fancy cleaning products that are supposed to whack germs that private companies are making a fortune from. I don’t suppose there is much profit to be made from Dettol !!!
Remember hearing Nobodys child for the first time and thinking it was all about me as my Mum had threatened to give me to the gypsy for being naughty :-D:-D
Not sure that would have been a good idea as Hitler planned to bomb the Dettol factory in Hull as he thought Dettol would help Britain win the war :-D:-D:-D
So many different life forms on this planet, makes you wonder more what is the meaning of life, any form of life, you can clearly see that slugs brain, I wonder what its thinking, some other creature will eat that creature and so on, is life just a continuing cycle of energy consuming energy? and who consumes us?, surely there has to be something higher than us disagreeable lot down here. So many questions and there is so much we’ll never know.
Dettol was powerful stuff, my Mother used to call it “Death to all”, referring to the germs of course and not in the Hitler sense :-). I say ‘was’ because I think they toned it down as per EU regulations, same as with the Jeyes Fluid, the old Jeyes Fluid would take paint off doors.
I found the best all rounder as an antiseptic is good old reliable TCP, you could gargle a sore throat with it (heavily diluted of course), use it on all cuts and abrasions, prevent cold sores if administered on a bit of cotton wool at the first tingle in the lips, yes there are many uses, only problem is you smell like emergency ward 10 for a while so best not to mix socially till the whiff eases down.
We always keep a bottle of it handy, as does my daughter and son for their families.
I’ve always enjoyed good science fiction stories, they are showcases for the human imagination, from HG.Wells right up to Star Trek’s creator Gene Roddenberry, and where would mankind be without imagination.
Of all the stuff I’ve watched and read I have yet to come across a story about a person who lived his/her life backwards.
Measured time is man’s own creation to give him some sort of bearing in this life, every creature and plant has it’s own time system and they all vary, for instance we all know that a day is a whole lifetime to a Butterfly.
So what if by some accident of fate an individuals life slowly started to reverse and instead of getting older he started to get younger every day until he finally “Died in reverse” in other words he went right back down to the nothing he was before he was conceived, I believe that’s what actually happens to us when we die-go back to the nothing we were before we were “made”
A good science fiction writer could have a field day with a subject like this, the possibilities of adventure, tragedy, romance, conflict, and comedy here are endless and i would be one of the first to buy the book.
Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray would be left in the shade.
Like many I suppose I would like to choose the parts of my life that I go back too as some parts I know I could never survive no matter how many times I returned.
I do wonder though what the author of our lives was thinking at the time when they wrote our personnal stories
Aaaah Tangerine Dream. As I was very interested in electronic music saw them in 60’s Germany when they were The Ones. Went on to great things and influenced other Krautrock groups like Kraftwerk etc
And there was me thinking a Tangerine Dream was an orange and cream trifle, just shows you how much I know about music.
Speaking of oranges, I saw a photo of Trump caught off guard as he was standing sideways and his orange face makeup became ever so clear when the wind blew his yellow hair to one side and exposed his white ears and neck, it even showed the old scar at the back of his neck where his brain was removed, what a vain man he is for his age, I read he does his own make up and a lousy job he makes of it too, he may be good with his mouth but he’s a dead loss with his hands, God protect us all.
The son was telling me he sent away for a “Solar’ keyboard, don’t ask me how it’s supposed to work in Ireland, if ever the expression “I hope it keeps fine for you” was appropriate this is it. I wonder if they have solar mice, well why not, they have lunar mice on the moon nibbling at the cheese.
How nice of Amazon to feature their hard toiling workers in their new ad, and what a happy bunch they all are too, especially the lady who looks forward to her free cake every Tuesday, isn’t it very generous of the multi billion dollar company to give them all a free tea cake every Tuesday, the pay might be lousy but they can still eat cake and like it, or lump it.
They must have nicked that idea from Ryanair, Michael O’leary has been giving his workers little treats for years now, every month they get a packet of peanuts, he calls them wages, ah well if the public want cheap flights I suppose someone has to suffer.;-)
Now all stand up for the multi nationals anthem.;-)
Was a bit lost with your Amazon scribbles Jem…till I opened the TV papers and saw we are a day behind with our programmes. It’s on tonight so I will have a peep
When we went to musical films back in the day you could merrily dance home without looking as though you needed locking up for being high on some forbidden substance or were suffering from questionable affliction. Ok attempting to doing the splits outside Woolworths may have been a bit extreme but you get my drift.
Dancing was elegant, fun and easy to copy so anyone could be their favourite star for a short time whilst tripping the light fantastic and boy didn’t it make you feel good as well
Lovely collection of moves and styles in that video Solo.
We as children who hadn’t always the money to see many films could always tell what type of film was showing by watching the actions of the kids coming out of the Saturday matinee, they would be either dancing (only girls would dance in the street back then ;-)), fencing, shooting each other with pointed fingers, lobbing hand grenades over the garden hedges, howling like Tarzan or yelping like a pack of Indian braves. If they came out with their heads hung low and kicked at stones or the odd can on the road they did not enjoy the film, either because there was not enough action in it or there was too much kissing in it, that film was one to miss.
If they really enjoyed it the more excited they were and you could tell it was a good film without seeing it, and as soon as you could get the sixpence together you would go and see it yourself.
Yes you could learn a lot from those old ‘exit polls’ back then. ;-)
Took a bit of adjusting to life on the Estate, I remember my first skirmish with the local scallywags, the ringleader concluding with the expected “My Dads bigger than your Dad” to which I replied “that may be a fact Old Chap but, my father is more Erudite than yours”.
LOL …if you were ‘Sensitive’ you would never dare risk life and limb at the Saturday Flea pit unless you had enough coppers to buy everyone a ice lolly as protection:-D:-D:-D
The flea pit films taught you early on where you were going to be in lifes pecking order…if you let it.
The handsome popular lads were always the heroes who rescued the local budding beauties tied to the nearest lamp post whilst those with lesser looks were either peppered with arrows…made to walk the plank… or blasted to smithereens with the obligatory space gun.
Those unlucky unpopular no lookers always…without fail…were either excluding totally or suffered a million ways to die that only the young can conjure up whilst at the same time knowing that nobody cared either way what happened to you.:shock:
This is where you could either learn… stand your ground… and show you were as good as anyone in life …or accept where you had been shoved and live with it. Councelling came free of charge in those day…you just had to take heed
