Saturday, November 30, 2013

Frank Kelly-Christmas Countdown (12 days to christmas)

Further to Bob's recent comments about "equals among equals" I present . . . . 

The "Trabi-cedes"



Cooper S

Will this one do you Diane?

Friday, November 29, 2013

Thursday, November 28, 2013

For the records

I feel a lightning bolt coming on............



I have a little Satnav
It sits there in my car
A Satnav is a driver's friend
It tells you where you are

I have a little Satnav
I've had it all my life
It's better than the normal ones
My Satnav is my wife

It gives me full instructions
Especially how to drive
"It's thirty miles an hour", it says
"You're doing thirty five"
It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brake
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake
It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene

It lists the vehicles just in front
And all those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear.
I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives its advice
It fills me up with counseling
Each journey's pretty fraught
So why don't I exchange it
And get a quieter sort?

Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,
Makes sure I'm properly fed,
It washes all my shirts and things
And keeps me warm in bed!
Despite all these advantages
And my tendency to scoff,
I only wish that now and then
I could turn the bugger off!

Monday, November 25, 2013

TALKING ABOUT BOOKS!!











A few from the top of the wardrobe

I am sure you will recognise some, if not all of these. The Rupert at the top is 1952. I have about the same amount again in the cupboard, must have a look.

I found more memories

Did anyone else have same :))



Saturday, November 23, 2013

Guess what I found


happy birthday...



...at 5.15pm on Saturday, 23rd November, 1963, an alien entered our wh-universe!...we all know his name...but can we name all his faces?...

Thursday, November 21, 2013

February/March 1963



 








Brrrrrrrrr!!u





... And yet more ...






As you can see, the coaches were "a little" less clean in DDR days. I took this photo on the Cranzahl to Oberwiesenthal line - not in the Harz. The small stream on the right formed the border between the DDR and Czechoslovakia (not quite as intimidating as the other border I'd crossed a few days earlier to get there).



















The line wasn't a "preserved railway" then, but an integral part of the State Railway system (D.R.), For freight traffic they had "transporter waggons" onto which standard gauge freight waggons were loaded.


bru


At Last (as the song title goes :))

The New Cavalier arrived yesterday in this neck of the woods!!  Thank you, Sue - enjoy your retirement!!  Well deserved after stellar service - (all comes of a PRS education ;))   And congratulations Paul, very good luck in your new position!!   I enjoyed this latest newsletter, just one tiny niggle (oh, no - you say!) thanks for putting the two photos in of the two mini, mini-reunions I was lucky to have, the one with Liz has me as Diane Murray, although the one with Dorothy is correct as Diane Bradbury.  Told you it was a tiny niggle!!  Anyway, much enjoyed, thank you again.

Not long till Christmas... Jingle those bells...

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Collingwood girl's grandfather took this

Amy Johnson having her plane looked at in Karachi, May 1930, 
'RAF mechanics carrying out a few minor adjustments' my grandfather writes.  Have just recently finished scanning in the whole photo album, started in 1922.  It is all so interesting, from Hong Kong, Shanghai, Macao, Stonecutters Island, India before and after the Quetta Earthquake in May 1935, Sheerness, the evacuation of all the children to Wales (including my mother who was 9 years old)  til after the war and a few after that.  I would have been interested in history at school if I could have related to the time and place and the people :))

Well done Hull

'Ull, sity of kulture

9140 miles North of Watford Gap, Alex)

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

WOW..........

Well, THAT was a conversation stopper, then!

Monday, November 18, 2013

Sunday, November 17, 2013

For Norm and Fred and any other avid golfers! I continue to play golf like fish ride bicycles.

18 good reasons why golf is better than sex:

1) You don’t have to sneak your golf magazines into the house.
2) If you are having trouble with golf, it is perfectly acceptable to pay a professional to show you how to improve your technique.
3) The Ten Commandments do not say anything about golf.
4) If your partner takes pictures or videotapes of you golfing, you don’t have to worry about them showing up on the Internet when you become famous.
5) Your golf partner won’t keep asking questions about other partners you’ve golfed with.
6) It’s perfectly respectable to golf with a total stranger.
7) When you see a really good golfer, you don’t have to feel guilty about imagining the two of you golfing together.
8) If your regular golf partner isn’t available, he/she won’t object if you golf with someone else.
9) Nobody will ever tell you that you will go blind if you golf by yourself.
10) When dealing with a golf pro, you never have to wonder if they are really an undercover cop.
11) You don’t have to go to a sleazy shop in a seedy neighborhood to buy golf stuff.
12) You can have a golf calendar on your wall at the office, tell golf jokes and invite co-workers to golf with you without getting sued for harassment.
13) There is no such thing as a golf transmitted disease.
14) If you want to watch golf on television, you don’t have to subscribe to a premium cable channel.
15) Nobody expects you to promise to golf with just one partner for the rest of your life.
16) Nobody expects you to give up golfing if your partner loses interest in the game.
17) You don’t have to be a newlywed to plan a vacation primarily for the enjoyment of golf.
18) Your golf partner will never say, “What? We just golfed last week! Is that all you ever think about?”

This is HILARIOUS - and SO true!!

http://youtu.be/PNV_rF1-vTk

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Friday, November 15, 2013

Of pets and water.

I just bathed our dog - although, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure who got wetter. It's really quite funny because, unlike most dogs, she has an aversion to water - the only dog I know who will belt up the beach to put as much distance between herself and any incoming ripples. If she sees me armed with towels, she does a runner so, I have to confine her BEFORE I get the wherewithal to dry her. She starts whimpering the instant I pick her up and, as we approach the tub, she positively struggles. She's a border collie (ish) so quite strong. Then I have to get the shower running and THAT'S when the frantic, "Jesus, this is WATER! I MUST shake it off.....NOW!" begins and that's when I get REALLY wet. Mostly, I wash her blind because my specs are drenched and taking them off's no solution because I can't see at all without them. I'm thinking of using a tranquilizer dart next time!

NL arrives in NL


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

In the spirit of growing old disgracefully.........

A young couple were out together and about to enjoy a picnic lunch. The young man opened the picnic basket and asked, “Darling, a drink? I can offer beer or champagne. Which would you like?” “Oh,” Came the reply, “Champagne! Champagne makes me think of…………desert islands……with rolling white sand stretching as far as the eye can see ………and the hot, golden sun shining relentlessly down from an almost clear, bright blue sky; of little wisps of cloud being caressed by a gentle, cooling breeze; of sea gulls whirling in the sky, their distant mewing suspended magically in the air; of the whispering palm fronds gently rustled by the wind; the tiny cotton-wool caps on the tops of the perfect little waves and the hissssssss, hissssssssss as the waves kiss the white, sandy shoreline: of the blonde, bronzed, naked youth running towards me across the sand……running, running, he reaches me……we embrace…we kiss…we fall to the ground in each-others grasp and make passionate love………and anyway, beer makes me fart!

We will remember them


CHEF FREDDIES INTERPRETATION OF BAUERNFRUHSTUCH (cant find the umlaut).

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Our green and pleasant land

Somewhere in West Sussex this morning.... The sheep have now replaced the cattle.
Was en route to my eldest daughters place and the Autumn colours were amazing plus the weather was truly glorious.
Not my proper camera Jim :)

Quiet


I don't know  - Paul goes away for weekend and must have taken everyone with him!


Thursday, November 07, 2013

One small step.....

I read this article and the thought struck me that the 7,000 deaths from heart attacks this ban might save is a mere fraction of the number of deaths from bullets over here. Still, I suppose it's a step............... http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/10433585/US-moves-to-ban-trans-fats-from-processed-foods.html

Just Passing Em On.

Laughter is the best medicine(stole that from) cept for you old tipplers.


Subject: Sequence of events.........................

A cannibal was walking through the jungle
And came upon a restaurant operated by a
Fellow cannibal.

Feeling somewhat hungry, he sat down and looked over the menu....

      + Tourist:                                                          $8.00
      +Boiled  Missionary:                                        $10.00

      +Fried  Explorer:                                             $12.50
    +Baked Politician                                           $100.00
The cannibal called the waiter over and asked,
"Why such a high price for the Politicians?"
The cook replied, "Have you ever tried to clean one?
They're so full of shit, it takes all morning."





WIFE: "There is trouble with the car. It has water in the carburetor."
HUSBAND: "Water in the carburetor? That's ridiculous "
WIFE: "I tell you the car has water in the carburetor."
HUSBAND: "You don't even know what a carburetor is. I'll check it out. Where's the car?
WIFE: "In the pool"
===========================================
A FRIGHTENING STATISTIC: PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST WORRYSOME IN RECENT YEARS. 25% of the women in this country are on medication for mental illness. That's scary. It means 75% are running around untreated.
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A young man wanted to get his beautiful blonde wife something nice for their first wedding anniversary. So he decided to buy her a cell phone. He showed her the phone and explained to her all of its features.
Meg was excited to receive the gift and simply adored her new phone.
The next day Meg went shopping. Her phone rang and, to her astonishment, it was her husband on the other end.
"Hi Meg," he said, "how do you like your new phone?"
Meg replied, "I just love it! It's so small and your voice is clear as a bell, but there's one thing I don't understand though..."
"What's that, sweetie?" asked her husband.
"How did you know I was at Wal-Mart?"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Husband and wife had a tiff. Wife called up her mom and said, "He fought with me again, I am coming to live with you."
Mom said, "No darling, he must pay for his mistake. I am coming to live with you

I rest my case, M'lud!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/telegraph-view/10430524/Rhubarb-grumble.html

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

From a crotchety old fart - or COF..........

Another trend that irks: Why do newscasters find it necessary to refer to everything by its initials? If an item is newsworthy, does it not deserve to be given its full title? "The CFIC this morning advised GHQ that BR is no longer entitled to WB funding". (I made that up, but you get the picture). Often and in addition to the confusion, saying the letters saves neither syllables nor time - especially when there are 'W's involved. It strikes me that if the names are too long or too complicated for newscasters, they need to be changed. Henceforth, I propose 'John' for anything that complicated. My sentence thus becomes, "John this morning advised John that John is no longer entitled to John funding". This is quicker, easy to say, easy to remember and retains the element of confusion the newscasters were evidently keen to achieve! Incidentally, 'W' here can be two to almost four syllables: 'dubya' - as in George Dubya Bush - to 'dubbelgleyou' as pronounced by folk whose tongues are apparently more of a hindrance than a tool in pronunciation.

Those were the days! Wet


Sunday, November 03, 2013

The PRS Sault Ste Marie reunion...

We don't think us Drake boys have changed that much in 44 years...
With Eric Greaves in Canada for today's mutual birthday, swapping stories and testing each others memory about what really happened back in the late 60s. The beers help us remember...

birthday greetings...

...seems there’s a trio of erstwhile Drake-ites who are celebrating a birthday this day...


...first there’s the ‘twins’, Eric and Terry, ‘though who came into the world first yet remains a mystery!...I have it on good authority they are, at this very moment, tucking into moose!...

...then there’s Yorkie boy, John, who mentioned last year that he was 77 and thus his name was added to the list in “the book of birthdays”!...

...and now all three be one year older, here come the wise words:

...It takes a long time to become young...Pablo Picasso

...Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words...Plautus

...age is important only if you are cheese!...anon...

...as you get older your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either!...anon...

...happy birthday, guys!...enjoy!...

Saturday, November 02, 2013

One for our Suvvern (Div 2) gent

Spurs v Hull City (27.10.2013). Just a reminder of what Premiership line ups look like Alex.

Friday, November 01, 2013

The great gathering


Guess who's been to the N.R.M. today? Hey up, Roger!