That made me laugh Gumbud. I heard they were strict on water waste in Australia, but I didn’t think they were that extreme.
It ain’t over till the fat lady sings. Lovely bit of work there RJ. long may it continue.
Cornucopia, that had me guessing, never heard of it before, a vegetarian horn of plenty? There are a few restaurants in town called Cornucopia catering for veggies.
SOD it.
I can NOT understand this new tinypic shit.
I really wanted to post a pic…but buggered if I can,OR know how to,now the wankers at tinypic have bolloxed-up what was a perfectly useable system…ok,carry on,you men…
Pug young man, don’t let the tiny pics upset you, just go back to photo bucket. if you don’t get any satisfaction you can always kick it.;-)
About this why are we here thing, and what’s it all about (ask RJ about Alfie) I think we were all led up the garden path, the Stork didn’t bring us atall. So I’m going to make up my own theories from now on. I’ll give you a clue, why is everything in the universe round shaped? Don’t mind meteorites and odd shaped rocks flying through space, they are just chips off the old round blocks, knocked off in the rounding up process of a planet forming, you can’t fit everything in you know despite what Mr. Mackenzie says, there has to be waste, just like the Chipping’s on the floor when a Turner in the antique trade is turning a replacement Queen Anne leg on a lathe.
Love to have a go at turning a leg on a lathe, nothing special, any old leg would do me.
Watch this space for some startling new thories and revelations.;-)
I went to someone’s front door last night, it was pitch black outside, the guy routinely opened the door, in his hallway, you have never seen such a bright ceiling light, well upon conclusion of my business the door was closed, and I turned 180 degrees to face the blackness, I took a couple of steps then blinked, and I saw what I thought was a Flying Saucer heading straight for my forehead, I ducked so low that my chin nearly hit my knees, I blinked again, and there it was once more. Took a couple of minutes to work out, it was that bright light imprinted somewhere on my eyeballs.
I give in. SOD computers. For over a decade I’ve used tinypic with sfa problems…today,because I really wanted to post you fine people a photo,it’s fkn-well auto-updated itself to ‘tinypic 3.19’ [whatever that is] and now I can’t figure out HOW to post a photo from my laptop into this forum.
Ok,you all want to chuckle at my ineptitude…when you finish wetting yourselves,is there anyone out there who can explain how a once familiar and very simple operation can be replicated by any other alternative?
[and no Jem-that poxy photobucket wouldn’t let me post until I gave them every last detail of my existence. They can shove it.] Anyone? Please?
I’d love to be able to steer you in the right direction there Pug, but photo bucket is all I’m able to use, and a few weeks ago that wouldn’t work for me, it wouldn’t copy the image to be posted, I just chanced me arm and signed in on a different browser (Firefox) and everything was grand again, I could have been that the version of Safari I normally use was out of date, but I haven’t a clue really.
Just download it into your Album on here Pug, and then from album to your destination post…
Reading the transgender thread reminded me of a young fella in our gang years ago, this fella thought he was a horse, and insisted on being called Silver, the Lone Rangers horse, he would neigh, turn his back to you and try to kick you like a horse would. he would show his teeth and threaten to bite you. Other times he would take a box cart into the playing field and have us ‘Hitch’ him up to it with a rope, we’d fill the cart with rocks and off he’d go galloping across the field happy as Larry, quite a character and mad as a hatter was he, we were all terrified of him (he made a very big horse for a kid):-D, but he grew out of it and his only connection with horses now is in the bookie shop.
I kid you not.
I am a firm believer in the principle of “A little knowledge is dangerous thing”.
I Never was jealous of the likes of David Bailey, he of Goodbye Baby & Amen fame.
Neither or the Queens cousin Patrick, Lord Lichfield.
I know my limited parameters & stick with what i need to know . As I approach my three score years and ten, I can’t be arsed with cluttering up my brain with new notions, indeed like Jacob Rees-Mogg
I shun all modern things. He is remarkably well informed, considering etc etc.
Where was I?
Oh yes piccies!
I bemoan the move away from PRINTING piccies this century. Everyone has Trillions of pics on cam, but nothing to put in a frame to admire.
I mourn the loss of letter writing, emails are flat and soul less
I regret the “Good mornings” from friends & neighbours,hate the litter strewn everywhere in the streets and parks. Manners, respect.
There ya go, then
Yes RJ, gone are the days where the only great fear was death, now you have to worry about being digitalized, for eternity, what a prospect.
Lady Sports Presenters, they are everywhere, the one on the BBC this morning was talking about Englands Ladies Football teams loss to Germany yesterday, the other presenters asked if this was some sort of portent for future matches, she replied No, The German and French Ladies are “In Season” at the moment, the English Ladies aren’t.
does that mean they are well cooked or some other “ooked”?
I was watching a back copy of Foyles War the other day and realized that once ladies always wore nice hats and gents too of course - skirts were lower calf length ; no bossoms exposed on the women that is - were has impeccable gone?
and then gentle art of good conversation when one waited for a break in the group to say “excuse me but if I could make a point…” rather than all this noisy butting in - disgraceful.
and men would dock their hats to a lady and remove them as a funeral procession passed by - a more gentele day I think?
some complain about the burka but I think we had our own version in those days - and silk stockings how alluring!
go to HOME page and then forum help - that should help you but do keep ya specs tightly taped or ya eyes well peeled!
Yes, those days of clarity, everything was clear back then, then folks starting petitioning for clarity, and things got confused, not sure there is any way back from that.
Clarity begins at Home.
I was born living next to my grandfather and grandmother - house that is not bodies! - and aunties and cousins - a tightly knit group. I then moved on and lived with my paternal grandfather and grandmother - but just a 15 min walk away - I guess it gave a sense of security and family values. One aunty just 2 mins away had her own daughter; hubbie and two kids living with her.
standards were maintained and we were cared for but disciplined when necessary - it was a time of peace at last after the second world war and life was getting back to normal ; one uncle died in the war but all others survived including Da
we roamed the streets and beyond with gay aboundment with never a care in the world until the teddy boy era began!
we’ve thrown away the best of our values
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking…” Yes them stockings were real sexy back then, if you were real lucky you might get a glimpse of the fleshy bit of leg between the top of the stocking and that strappy thing that held them up,
There was an office girl in a place I worked in and she would come into the all male workshop, she would come over to your bench and bend over to talk to you giving a big flash of her chest in a low cut jumper, then on the way back to the office she would stop to adjust her stockings, had all the fellas eyes bulging out of their sockets, a real teaser she was, probably has droopy wrinkelly breasts and stockings like Nora Batty now.
But progress got in the way and along came them bloody tights, an Octopus couldn’t find a way into them, a complete disaster for the amorous young male, resulting in the taking of many cold midnight showers.
All the girls were escorted home, men had chivalry back then and even if the couple had a row the fella would insist on leaving the lassie safely to her doorstep, as I used to say to the missus “Row or no row I took you out so I’ll take you back” we had a sense of responsibility towards others back then.
I know all generations think their own times were the best times to live in, but I’m just glad I had the opportunity to live in a time when people cared about other people, money was always scarce but they shared what little they had. that teaches you a good lesson that stays with you for life. It’s so sad to see how greedy and self obsessed people have become in the last few decades. In my opinion the only way people will get on together long term is to help one another out, if not I fear there’s nothing but disaster ahead.
Smart, when you fell over, your knee would Smart, or if you were clever, you were Smart, or, if you were well dressed, you were Smart, Now only Meters are Smart
While we are in a remeniscing tack…
I was born in 1948 & grew up a council house in a very ordinary district. So the 1950’s were my growing up or childhood years. Our neighbours were poor and we were poor and we never bothered to lock the doors because we had nothing to steal.
Summers were warm & endless. We made our own amusements, played out in the fresh air all day, eating wild fruit and drinking fresh water from cupped hands. We felt safe in our locality. We climbed trees , made carts from old pram wheels, slingshots from V shaped branches & rubber bands. Ate sweet chestnuts & pickled horse chestnuts to engage in the now “dangerous game of CONKERS?”.
I could go on at length about this long gone idyll.
It’s easy though to be selective in our recall for in this rose coloured existence lurked a dark side with burdens of illness ,poverty & inequality on folks.
I remember people calling by. The copper who dropped in late in the evening for a cuppa, he borrowed my dad’s collection of operatic 78 rpm records, & never came back with them. From then on we locked our doors which was a bit pointless as we handed them to him. The gas man who gave us back all of the foreign coins in the meter & which were put in by our lodger.
The stately SHIRE horses pulling dust carts . The rag & bone man & his skewbald pony & cart.
As Mary Hopkin sang “Those were the days my friend”.
Smart copper that RJ, the thieving swine!
Smart as paint, as Long John Silver used to say, never quite got that, what’s smart about messy paint? paint is messy and not smart, although they did bring out a kind of smart paint called ‘non drip’ I tried it once and found it to be very thick, too thick to use and too thick to be smart.
Don’t forget all the Smart arses who pull all the strings that make us all jump.;-)
There is very little to be found about the early life of John the Baptist, but I found this little piece scribbled on a piece of paper in an old bible at the National Library and copied it down.
“And as it came to pass, he entered the holy city, clad only in a coat of sack cloth tied with the dried intestine of a goat, on his feet were a pair of worn pigskin sandals,
He went to register with the Roman enumerator and was given the Latin name “Qui abierunt in porcos mortuus”— “He who walks on dead Pigs” he preferred it to the alternative “Veteribus arida et hircum ligatum”— “Dried and tied up old Goat” After much mocking he found his calling and picked the modest name of John”
I shudder to think what the enumerator would have called Boy George had he walked into the holy city complete with pigtails and ribbons on his 6’2” frame.
Strange the things people write on bits of paper and stick into library books, ain’t it?
