Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

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The wife was telling me today that one of her nieces is very upset after her marriage broke down and she will be getting divorced, it was a whirlwind romance as they say and they had been married for just over two years, no need to go into details, she will be returning to Dublin from his native Spain, they had no children, thankfully she’s only in her twenties and hopefully will be wiser from the experience. :wink:

So sad when love goes bad, that old Greek saying is right “Love and hate are horns on the same goat" :frowning:

I find that the men who go overboard treating their wives with flowers and gifts, are all lovey dovey when they are out in the pub together, are usually the one’s who have a bit on the side. :wink:

I’ve been asked to make several mens wedding rings in the course of my working life for fellas who ‘lost’ them, men who are supposed to be pillars of local society, and they had to be made up in a hurry too, if the wife missed the rings from their fingers they would say “Ah sure the thing cracked at the back and I gave it to Jem to fix”
I fixed them up alright but they paid well for the job, he who dips his wick pays dearly for the oil, as de holy bible say.:smiley:
I have been put on the spot a few times by wives over male ‘comradeship’, but a closed mouth catches no flies, nobody likes a squealer.

Getting back to the point, if I was a young man today I wouldn’t know the way to win a woman’s heart if I didn’t know her well beforehand, I count myself lucky as I’ve known my wife since I was a small boy, spending your entire life with the one person is a huge decision to make when you think about it, and I for one could not spend me life with a person I didn’t love, I’d be out of it like a light and so would she, my heart bleeds for someone who married the wrong person, but we all make mistakes and thankfully we don’t have to put up with that any more in this country since divorce came in not too long ago.

She has always been herself and I am the same, after all they married you as you were, and providing you weren’t a bowsie (old Dublin word for a blaggard), things should work out OK, look after her and protect her, be there when she needs you, take her out and if she doesn’t want to go out it’s still nice to ask her. Getting a bit mushy now so I’ll wrap it up.:blush:

We’ve always had a bit of friendly slagging between the two of us, it helps to ease any tension, but the golden rule in any successful union if to never say their bums look big in anything, for some unknown reason they are very self conscious about their backsides. :shock:

Worked for me for 54 years of marriage, not once did I ever say her bum was big, not even the time she sat on the toilet bowl and it split in half, I just helped her up, smiled, and by way of consolation said “No problem dear, it could happen to a Bishop… a 20 stone bishop”:slight_smile:

Don’t mind me, I always get sentimental around this time, it’s the memory of that old Christmas card again.
I’ll let Jim Reeves explain about that card.
Warning for all the hard men, there’s enough mush in this song to cover a whole football pitch.(everything concerning large areas seem to be measured in olympic swimming pools and football pitches these days, so I’ll just join in :-))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/H8GC6PTK7iY

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Yes Dublin 4 is a completely different experience altogether, worlds apart from where I was born and raised.
Dublin 4 where the mothers children (usually two) grew up and get ‘morried’ and not married, when selected guests were invited to the ‘wed-ding’ never the weddin.
The habitat of newsreaders, newspaper editors, and actors, the creme de la creme.;-):slight_smile:

It seems to be the latest fashion around these parts for old lads to have a kind of plait at the back of their heads, I’ve seen at least three pass by the house today, two of them were completely bald on top but somehow managed to salvage enough hair from the sides of their head to make a tail at the back, looks silly and a sign of desperation to me, literally grasping at straws, but everyone to their own taste and good luck to them.
A tail on your head? it would appear some folks got their anatomical geography all wrong.:lol:

Take some advice from Bernard Cribbins

Don’t stick it there
Stick it elsewhere
You’ve pleated it round
When it ought to be square
The shapes all wrong
It’s much too long
And you can’t stick a tail
Where a tail don’t belong.

https://i.postimg.cc/bN4yCqgJ/pma-ponytail.jpg

Ladies what do you think? if your fella looked like this from behind would you be happy to walk out arm in arm with him? Or would you be tempted to snip it off when he’s asleep? :lol:

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I have to agree with your comments about getting to know your other half before you take the plunge.

I think in many cases the old saying, “Marry in haste, repent at your leisure” is quite true.

When I was in my twenties I had a friend who met and married a young woman not long after. The honeymoon was in Spain, the marriage was never consummated, and the bride went back to her former boyfriend as soon as she got home.
What a mess.

My parents met during WW2 when R Mar was 16 and dad was 22. My dad courted my mum for four years before they married, and even then had to get his future father-in-law’s permission to wed because she was under twenty one.

My maternal grandad emigrated to Australia to buy a farm under a British Government soldier-settler scheme in 1919, having survived the horrors of WW1.
Three years later he sent for his fiance, my granny. She made her own wedding dress and had the banns read on the ship on the way over from England. They married the day after she landed.

I can’t imagine anything like that happening today. Three years apart with the only method of contact being post that took eight weeks in each direction.

I was always shy around the opposite sex and would hardly ever initiate a conversation. I have no idea what would have happened if a certain young girl had not had a schoolgirl crush on me when we became cousins.
I might have been a bachelor all my life, I might have been happy with someone else, or I might have been miserable with someone else.
Instead, we had six years of friendship before she asked me if I wanted to go out with her, followed by a good old fashioned year long courtship, a year long engagement, and so far, over thirty seven years of happy marriage.

I still have some catching up to do with you, but we will get there eventually.

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My Uncle/FiL lost his wedding ring whilst we were on holiday at a caravan park. He was convinced it had come off in the shower block but despite a thorough search of it and the ground from there to his caravan, it was nowhere to be found … until.

He found it in the caravan two years later whilst clearing it out to sell it.

Many years ago I had a couple of old books printed in the 1800s, one of which was called, Enquire Within Upon Everything.
It had information about how a wife should prepare household accounts, home remedies for minor injuries and ailments, how to bring up children, how to deal with servants, how to send invitations and receive guests, and all sorts of useful stuff that would teach the wealthy middle classes in Victorian society to survive.

There was also a section on The Language of Love, broken down into such things as the Language of Flowers and the Language of Rings.

If a lady be seeking a husband, she might wear or carry a certain type of flower to indicate this. If however she was not interested in a man or was being courted, she would wear or carry different types of flowers to warn potential suitors not to bother her.

A Gentleman, seeing the former might send her flowers of a specific type to suggest he was interested in her, and the type of flowers she would wear or carry when next they met would tell him if she was or wasn’t interested.
This was great. It meant a chap would know before he asked a girl out what her response was likely to be.

The position of rings and their type on a person’s hand had similar meanings. The most well known of these is the wearing of engagement, wedding, and eternity rings on the third finger of the left hand, but other types of rings and their positions had different meanings as well.

My Cousin and I started dating in the Spring just after her seventeenth birthday. I would normally pick her up, take her back to my place so that I could woo her with my culinary experiments, then take her back home in the evening. This was two fifty mile trips every time, so after six weeks I suggested we just spend the day in the town near where she lived to give me a break from driving so much. My Aunt was convinced we had gone to choose rings.
Er, no, not after only six weeks of dating, but that’s how convinced her Mum was that my Cousin and I were going to spend our lives together.

That christmas my Cousin gave me a plain gold ring with my initial on it. I looked up the correct etiquette in my old book, and decided the most appropriate place for me to wear it was on the third finger of my right hand as a Friendship Ring.

The day after I proposed we did go into town to choose rings, and I spent my next month’s mortgage payment on them, leaving me a bit skint for the rest of the month, but it was worth it.

When we married, I changed my ring from my right hand to the the third finger of my left hand as both a physical and symbolic change in our relationship.

I never wore it to work, having been shown some graphic photos of work related accidents on my induction into the engineering trade. This included a chap who had fallen from some packing cases he had been climbing and lost a finger whilst his full weight was hanging by his wedding ring that had caught on a nail.

I’ve worn it more in the four years since I retired than I ever did in the preceding forty three years that I was gainfully employed.

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Very informative post Fruity, I didn’t know a lot of that stuff, thanks.

I had heard of that book “Enquire Within Upon Everything”, Agatha Christie mentions it in a few of her early stories.

You did right never wearing a ring to work if you have to use your hands, my late Father lost his wedding ring finger in an accident at work back in 1963.

Besides it wears the ring shank out fairly quickly if worn to work everyday, I’ve often got rings in for repair, new shanks (the part on the palm side of the hand) required, some of them were so thin that you could shave yerself with them.:slight_smile:

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I had to replace an upper tooth that got badly broken when I had a slight accident the other day.
I was on the step ladder painting the ceiling of an upstairs bedroom at the time, the broken tooth was so loose that it eventually came out later that night. I was glad it did come out as there’s nothing looks as bad as half a tooth when you open your mouth.

I was left in a very embarrassing position as I had to attend a funeral of an old friend the next day, sure enough the mask would help to cover the very noticeable gap in the teeth, but I would have to lower the mask sometime, like when I wanted to smoke in the cemetery after himself was lowered, or having a quick drink later at the local (no wakes during this civid thing):frowning:

I won’t bore you with the details, just to say I was able to make a new tooth to match the rest of them and all was well again.:slight_smile:

The deceased was an old workmate of mine from years back, he lived alone. the only family he had left were two nieces, the rest attending were from the local pub including the landlord and his wife, about 10 in all, we went back to the pub where a meal was waiting for us, all paid for (the meal) by the landlord who’s a decent old skin. everything went smoothly. That’s the fourth person I knew personally who were victims of the corvid curse.:frowning:

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Moving on from that bit of misery.

The tooth episode prompted me to read up on the history of dentures, I found it most interesting, maybe I should have went into the dental mechanic business when I was younger, these modern day highwaymen charge the earth for their work, and a lot of the processes are related to jewellery making, (mould making and casting etc.).

I even discovered a new word, well new to me, “edentulous”= without teeth. though I’m damned on how to pronounce it.

There’s a lot of info there and the below are just two short items.

“17th century London’s Peter de la Roche is believed to be one of the first ‘operators for the teeth’, men who advertised themselves as specialists in dental work. They were often professional goldsmiths, ivory turners or students of barber-surgeons.”

And this bit.

“George Washington (1732–1799) suffered from problems with his teeth throughout his life, and historians have tracked his experiences in great detail.
He lost his first adult tooth when he was twenty-two and had only one left by the time he became president. He had several sets of false teeth made, four of them by a dentist named John Greenwood. None of the sets, contrary to popular belief, were made from wood or contained any wood. The set made when he became president were carved from hippopotamus and elephant ivory, held together with gold springs.
Prior to these, he had a set made with real human teeth, likely ones he purchased from “several unnamed Negroes, presumably Mount Vernon slaves” in 1784.” Wiki.

Here’s George, ain’t he got a lovely pair of jam jaws, who needs teeth when you have gorgeous rosy jaws like that!, one might even call them “smiling jaws” :smiley:

https://i.postimg.cc/tTjyMC2Q/the-things-george-washington-worried-about-are-happening-todays-featured-photo.jpg

I couldn’t find any paintings of him smiling, but then again having a mouthful of Hippopotamus teeth is nothing to smile about, no wonder he never told a lie, he was too embarrassed to open his mouth, not to worry, Trump has more than made up for him since. 20,000 documented lies (July 2020) in four years and still counting, an unbeatable record for any Statesman.:smiley:

I have a vision of Anthony Hopkins in the role of Hitler (Can’t remember the name of the film) banging his fist on a table in the bunker shouting at his dismayed generals “The var is not over!” and comparing it to Trump’s “The election is not over!”:smiley:

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There was a joke once about Wauneta, think it involved north American ladies, can’t be arsed to dig it up.:lol:

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I read that they have discovered a new species of Whale, how did Jacques Cousteau miss that one in all the marine expeditions he conducted?:confused:

I mean I can understand him missing a few new species of sea snail or even crab, but a whole Whale!, the largest creatures in the oceans that have been on earth for millions of years.

How did they slip through the net I wonder, they’ll be all jumping on the bandwagon to save this new species and all the other poor buggers will have to get to the end of the queue. ;-):smiley:
Methinks they better have another search for Nessie.;-):slight_smile:

Reminds me of the time the school teacher was telling the kids about Christopher Columbus’s fantastic discovery of America.

“He just sailed off west into the sunset and it was 36 days before he found America”

“Well he could hardly miss it Sir, it’s a whole continent”:smiley:

I checked out Wauneta Spitty, it’s a village in Nebraska. but if it’s any help I know that a girl called Wanetta had a sister called Rosetta, Alan Price and Georgie Fame had a song about her back in 1971, she must have been very very very sick because they keep asking is she well well well.:lol:

They seem to be enjoying themselves on this song, but the video is spoiled by very bad sync with the singers lips.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/AB3fncWyVN4

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Good job the geezers were concerned, Ladies have special requirements health wise.

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Mary the Carnivore

Mary had a Little Lamb
She also had some Beef
She don’t feel no guilt bout it
She has Canine Teeth
She’ll never be a Veggie
And here I’ll tell you why
She loves a Double Cheeseburger
And’s partial to Pork Pie
She don’t mind some Lettuce
On her BLT
Or a little bit of Onion (fried)
On a Hot Dog for tea
Sheppardessings not on the forefront
In the fields with splaying frock
Nothing that romantic
She’s eyeing up the Flock

© Spitty 2020

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Lovely stuff Spitty, my kind of poetry, witty and unusual, none of your sloppy romantic mush or using endless verses describing the sky, flowers, trees, the Moon and the colour of her hair and eyes. :smiley:

I used to debate with RJ years ago about that Shakespeare fella and how he got away with murder, he had no competition at that time because he was the only one doing plays and poems on a commercial scale, churning them out like sausages, as the Gummy fella would say. :slight_smile:
N’er a word about all the others writing stuff that never reached a big audience, the poor buggers had to go around flogging their songs and poems at a penny a sheet when the pennies were as scarce as hens teeth, no fancy bookings for them at the Globe.:slight_smile:

She likes a bit of lettuce on her BLT, well so do I, we always have a glass bowl of fresh lettuce on our Big Long Table in the kitchen, the grand kids are always making sandwiches when they nip in and out. ;-):slight_smile:

That reminded me of this song that was doing the rounds just as I was starting my apprenticeship in 1960, it was played often on the workshop radio. It holds some good memories for me.
I had forgotten the name of it and I’ve being trying to find it for a long time, today I typed in some lines I’d remembered and got lucky, I found it!

Never knew it was called ‘The ballad of Bethnal Green’ and I’d never heard of Paddy Roberts either.
I love the way he tells this little story of a dumb blonde girl who loves dancing and falls for a nasty Teddy boy, and when he finds her dancing in the arms of another he stabs her in the middle of her cha-cha-cha, wherever that is.
We also have the no nonsense judge who sentences the young man saying
“I’ve had enough, of this kind of stuff, that I get from the likes of you”.
Nothing like giving it to ‘em straight yer honour.:smiley:

As the departed Dublin comedian Jimmy O’Dea used to say about the rich bookies “It’s the likes of us has the likes of them walking around in they’re Rolls Royces”:slight_smile:

Some of the older members might remember and enjoy hearing this again, I know I did.:slight_smile:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/k5RgXBCEmjU

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I think that one of my favourite shows, the Antique Road Trip, has gone downhill since they insisted on filming it during the coronavirus outbreak, the climax of it, the auction, is now reduced to the two competitors lounging about in the open air forcing out frozen smiles, and fiddling around with tablets showing the items up for auction, the pair of them frantically trying to drum up a bit of enthusiasm, it’s pathetic in my humble opinion.
I watch the old repeats now on the ‘Really’ channel.

They should have suspended it until we can all congregate together again with the real atmosphere of the auction rooms.

And another gripe while i’m in a gripe humour, that Catherine Southon one gets on my wick, she likes to get her own way all the time, and she thinks the sun shines out of her bulky looking backside, somehow she always manages to give me the impression she’s wearing bean-bag knickers, plus she’s a worse loser than Trump. :slight_smile:
(I’ve been hearing that phrase a lot lately, soon ‘A worse loser than Trump’ will be up there with the big ones like “The best thing since sliced bread’ and “I don’t know him from Adam”, God what a way to be remembered.:smiley:

I love the Scottish lady Anita Manning, she’s a real cheerful cracker.

But my hero of the whole team has to be Charlie Ross, what a personality!, he knows his stuff but never boasts about it, a true gentleman with a fantastic sense of humour, a great loser and the first to congratulate a winning opponent, for a very wealthy man (so I read) Charlie is everyman’s man, always a genuine smile on his face for everyone, never arrogant or deriding, the fellow is a natural personality and a joy to watch.:slight_smile:

I only hope the BBC don’t nab him into being a show presenter for any of their new ‘wonderful’ program ideas, they have a way of crushing the spirit of true people like him and making them become just another BBC zombie, but I think there’s no fear of that, Charlie is not short of a few bob and more luck to him, no better man to deserve it.

https://i.postimg.cc/Z5KScGCV/Ep-Lpmqy-WEAIXy-Ev.jpg

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None of those two looks like a Geezer!

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How very observant of you Spitty, indeed they don’t look like geezers, but it’s so hard to tell these days ain’t it, and if you get it wrong they can sue you. ;-):lol:
The blonde is Catherine and the red head is a new arrival on the show, don’t know her name.
That snap was just to show you what they do now seeing that the auction rooms are out of bounds to the public. they sit or stand in a field and look at the auction on 10” tablets, a very dull climax to the show.:frowning:

One thing always amazed me, it’s the ability of some women to be able to repeat the same story over and over again, is it any wonder they make better witnesses in court than men, I hate having to say anything twice, it’s an effort for me but some seem to enjoy it.

I’m convinced the police use this repeat technique to torture suspects, they make you say the same thing over and over again and seem to enjoy doing it.:slight_smile:

I’ll give you a personal example of how it can get to a man.

Just before the coronavirus outbreak some lads were finishing off a job they were doing on the kitchen.

When the two chaps arrived here to work at 9.30 one morning they explained that as a new collage was opening near where we live, the traffic was terrible and that was the reason why they were not here at 8.am.
We knew about the big opening ceremony but forgot about it, the wife went on to phone one of her sisters who would have to travel across the city to be here, she explained about the traffic as the lads had said, word for word, that made it the second time I heard it, she then went on to phone the other sister, again word for word. soon after she put the phone down the daughter arrives, she already knows about the traffic, she has just come through it, but the wife still has to tell her anyway, that’s four times I’d heard it now and need I say I was getting pissed off hearing it.

It’s no problem to the wife to say the same thing a hundred times if she met a hundred people, I think she has vocal cords made of Rhino skin.:slight_smile:

Finally they were all here, they sat at the table drinking tea and what do you think the wife opens the conversation with…the bloody traffic again! I felt like screaming out “WE KNOW, WE KNOW!” but I knew I would suffer when she got me on my own again.:wink:
Sometimes I just despair with it all, if ever a man suffered, thank God for the shed and a bit of peace and quiet.:slight_smile:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/_fHxFS9PiYM

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I used to like the odd esipode of Antiques Road Trip. I like old cars so it was nice to see a nice variety of old motors.
My Lovely Cousin and I are quite partial to a wander round a reclamation yard or an antiques centre, preferring the latter to individual shops.
I do like a good rummage in a junk shop as well. As one shop owner said, “We buy junk and sell antiques”.

I don’t like the new version sans the auction room bit at the end. I don’t like the current version either with one bike and one car, (or is that another prog about Ann Tiqueties?)

I’m with you on the dislike of repetition. We took my Outlaws for their Covid Vaccines today and I’ve been listening to My Lovely telling friends and family members the whole story in a series of 'phone calls, and yes it is word for word the same every time.

I read yesterday in the chrymble edition of the TV Times that there will be a special version of the Antiques Roadshow about “What happened Next?”
You know the sort of thing; something has been valued at ten squillion Quid but the current owner has said they would never sell it. Well now we will get to find out if that was the case, and a few auction results as well.

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I’m glad I’m not the only man who has to listen to the same tale several times over Fruity, where do they get the energy from?

I’ll look forward to “whatever happened next”, i’ve often wondered what did happen in some cases.

I used to travel around the country’s auction rooms during the good weather months when I was younger, my travelling partner provided the driving and the cash and I supplied the knowledge, advice on what to bid for, and then the bench work right up to the finished product.

We did very well for ourselves over a few years, he would buy the stuff, mostly old worn diamond jewellery and I would remove the stones and remount them in 18ct. and platinum modern settings as new and he would sell them on to well to do customers he had lined up, quality always sells as they say in the antique road trip, so true.
Ours was a very profitable game while it lasted, but then too many copped onto it an it was hard to get any real bargains after that, all good things come to an end, I have to say I really used to enjoy it. :slight_smile:

I knew a fella called Brian Teek, he had an older sister and she was Ann Teek.
I was having a drink with the pair of them one night and I posed the question to Ann Teek “You two never seem to age and are always in good form, what makes you tick?”

“I reckon it’s because we had thick parents” says she.:smiley:

Sorry about that chief.:blush:

We used to sing this on our way home from the auctions trips.:slight_smile:

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THE BOX.

I hate to see people struggling with heavy bulky parcels at this time of year, only today I looked out the window and there was the woman from next door wrestling with what looked to me like a child’s bike all wrapped up in brown paper and just like Batman I donned me cloves and mask and headed out to assist her.:slight_smile:
I know what it’s like, but alas nobody comes to the assistance of a young able bodied man in distress. :frowning:
Here’s an experience I won’t forget in a hurry.

One week before Christmas, 40 years ago to the day, I got a phone call from the wife.
Both of us were at work that time, she said I was to call into a well know Dublin shop on my way home from work and collect an artificial Christmas tree and take it home for her, no problem says I.

Little did I know the tree was made up in sections from real specially treated wood, heavy wood at that, all neatly packed into a box, when I saw the size of the box it came in and tried to lift it I nearly fainted with the weight of it, don’t know what it weighed but it was heavier than me that’s for sure.:shock:

The dimensions of the box were roughly 6’ tall, by 2’ wide, by 1’ deep. I’m only 5’8” and only weighed 9 and a half stone then, I’m a stone heavier now.

The fella in the shop asked me to sign for it, when I asked him did they not deliver these things for their customers, he bluntly said.
“Not at the bargain price you got it for we don’t”, but it wasn’t me who got it yeh gobshite, I says to meself, then I told him I didn’t drive, never had a car and how was I supposed to get the thing home.
“That’s your problem” says he and he walked away.

Ignorant git, I struggled to get the thing out onto the pavement outside the shop deciding to hail a taxi but was not too optimistic at that time of the year.
Luckily a lady got out of one just outside the shop and I grabbed yerman and showed him the box.
“If you think I’m taking that huge thing in my cab your mistaken me lad”, says he as he gets into his cab and drives off.

Now I could go on and on telling you how I managed to get it on a bus and eventually home several hours later, but it would take too long, think of that short film “The Plank” with Eric Sykes and Tommy Cooper.
Finally after some bad adventures and a lot of sweat and cursing I arrived home, plonked into an armchair and lit up a well deserved smoke.

“Ah there yeh are Jem, you got it for me, thanks, but what took yeh so long?”

I could have strangled her if I had any strength left.:wink:

I’ll never forget that night, the wife and kids still talk about it to this day, and would you believe we were going to throw out that very same tree last year when the Son asked could he have it, it’s still in great nick out in his house now.

All that is true, I still have the welts on me back to prove it.:slight_smile:

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Jem - there is a little Spooky Christmas Story lurking in the ‘It’s Christmas’ section - would value your opinion when you have a minute!:-D:-D

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The wife is always taking things back to the shop she bought them in, it seems that when she gets the stuff home she decides she doesn’t like them anymore.

I’m puzzled and worried about her, could this be a throw-back from her childhood?, her mother told me she was forever throwing her dummy out of her pram.:wink:

She asked me what I wanted for a Christmas box, I said I always fancied meself in a quilted crimson Noel Coward smoking jacket, she said they are banned now because they encourage smoking, plus the fact that they used asbestos lining in case they caught fire.
She said the way I carry on as an old lad a straight jacket would be more appropriate.:lol:

Hauling wood.

Did you know a Chinaman named Hollywood?

“According to the diary of H.*J. Whitley, also known as the “Father of Hollywood”, on his honeymoon in 1886 he stood at the top of the hill looking out over the valley. Along came a Chinese man in a wagon carrying wood. The man got out of the wagon and bowed. The Chinese man was asked what he was doing and replied, “I holly-wood,” meaning ‘hauling wood.’ H.*J. Whitley had an epiphany and decided to name his new town Hollywood.[6]“Holly” would represent England and “wood” would represent his Scottish heritage. Whitley had already started over 100 towns across the western United States” Wiki.

Now if I had said that you’d all think I made it up, but even I could come up with a better one than that, how could anyone mistake hauling for holly? it’s miles from sounding near it, even coming from a Chinaman.

“I think I’ll put some hauling and ivy up this Christmas, what say you Dear?”

I thought The Carpenters started off Hauling wood?:wink:

How in the name of God does Holly represent England and Wood Scotland?

That Whitley fella was probably responsible for naming the 100 towns he founded, is it any wonder they’re all nuts in Hollywood.:smiley:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/b5rpAqfd35Q