Sunday, 1 November 2015

Remember, Remember....



Today is misty, the leaves are coming off the trees after a better than usual season of autumn colours, the berries are being consumed a a great rate, and the birds are fattening themselves up for winter – including the goose! Time to start buying the presents.

The body is beginning to behave itself. I am walking round the house with only one crutch, and I can climb the stairs again with little problem. I have been discharged by the consultant, and I am now in the hands of the physios. I think they will have a certain amount of success, but the inherent underlying problem of my back still remains, and I do not expect to be running for the bus any time soon. But, with crutches, I can walk for a good quarter of a mile, which is further than I have been able to do for some years. I just need to graduate to a walking stick. I’m working on it.

It has not been a bad month, all told. It started with a friend of Sonia’s staying for a couple of days. She is always good value, being a member of the Desert Travellers’ Club, having been married to a prince of Mauretania before it became a republic. He developed incurable cancer very early in life, and when he died, she became a highly respected member of Mauritanian society, and still probably is. But she returned to the UK, and has now retired. But is a fund of stories, and a valued friend.

Then the decorators arrived, and we are still camping, having had the main bedroom re-plastered, repainted, and are waiting for a fitted wardrobe to arrive next week. Half way through the months we went to Margate for the weekend with Rotary. The President-elect had found us a very interesting hotel to stay at – half hotel and half museum. Not as bad as it sounds, and highly entertaining. Must be doing well as the owner drives a Maserati, and his son has a Rolls-Royce. Both are parked permanently outside the hotel on the sea-front, so they will not last long as the salt will penetrate very quickly.

Then two trips – one to Derbyshire to see No. 1 son and family, and then another to Bradford-on-Avon to see old friends from Cayman who have bought a river-front apartment there, to stay in on the odd occasion when they are in the country. We then cut down to Sherborne, and then to the coast to explore the Jurassic Coast before a four-and-a-half-hour journey back home through some of the worst traffic I have seen for some time. If that is the future of motoring, we are all in trouble. I noticed last night that the M25 had slow-moving traffic between junctions 5 and 31, which means that clockwise there was a traffic jam between Sevenoaks, past Gatwick and Heathrow, and the M! junction  until you get eventually to the Dartford Crossing!

And on to this month’s offerings. Click on the links - sometimes right-clicks - , or cut and paste them on to your browser if the links have broken on being transferred to the Blogger site.

This creative Pom could be a politician!



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Talk about Engineering and Technology!!!!!!

Just in case you think you’ve seen everything ! Note the size of the machine when compared to the size of the workmen.


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The Goldberg Brothers - The Inventors of the Automobile Air Conditioner
Here's a little fact for automotive buffs, or just to dazzle your friends.
The four Goldberg brothers, Lowell, Norman, Hiram, and Max, invented and developed the first automobile air-conditioner. On July 17, 1946 , the temperature in Detroit was 97 degrees.

The four brothers walked into old man Henry Ford's office and sweet-talked his secretary into telling him that four gentlemen were there with the most exciting innovation in the auto industry since the electric starter.

Henry was curious and invited them into his office.

They refused and instead asked that he come out to the parking lot to their car.

They persuaded him to get into the car, which was about 130 degrees, turned on the air conditioner, and cooled the car off immediately.

The old man got very excited and invited them back to the office, where he offered them $3 million for the patent.

The brothers refused, saying they would settle for $2 million, but they wanted the recognition by having a label, 'The Goldberg Air-Conditioner,' on the dashboard of each car in which it was installed.

Now old man Ford was more than just a little anti-Jewish, and there was no way he was going to put the Goldberg's name on two million Fords.

They haggled back and forth for about two hours and finally agreed on $4 million and that just their first names would be shown.

And so to this day, all Ford air conditioners show --

Lo, Norm, Hi, and Max -- on the controls.


Note: the first car air-conditioning system was actually installed in a Packard!
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After making love to Kylie Minogue yesterday I think there are 2 things you all need to know.   She really is as sexy as hell;  secondly the staff at Madam Tussauds are miserable bastards with no sense of humour!!

Took the other half to a Disco last night.    There was a bloke on the dance floor giving it large, break dancing back flips, moonwalking, the works.    The other half says, "That guy proposed to me 20 years ago and I turned him down." I replied, “Looks like he’s still celebrating."  That's when the fight started.

A visiting foreigner has been shot in the head with a starting pistol; police say it's definitely race related...

Paddy thought his new girlfriend might be the one, but after looking through her knickers drawer and finding a nurse's outfit, a French maid’s outfit, and a police woman’s uniform, he finally decided if she can't hold down a job, she's not the one for him.

Paddy is doing some roofing work for Murphy.  He nears the top of the ladder and starts shaking and going dizzy.  He calls down to Murphy and says, "I tink I will have to go home, I've come all over giddy and feel sick."  Murphy asks, "Ave yer got vertigo?"  Paddy replies, "No, I only live round the corner." 

After 100 years lying on the sea bed, Irish divers were amazed to find that the Titanic’s swimming pool was still full.

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And finally…

A motorcycle police officer stops a driver for shooting through a red light.   The driver is a real jerk, steps out of his car and comes striding toward the officer, demanding to know why he is being harassed by the Gestapo!

So the officer calmly tells him of the red light violation. The motorist instantly goes on a tirade, questioning the officer's ancestry, sexual orientation, etc., in rather explicit offensive terms.
The tirade goes on without the officer saying anything.
When the officer finishes writing the ticket he puts an "AH" in the lower right corner of the narrative portion of the ticket. He then hands it to The 'violator' for his signature. The guy signs the ticket angrily, and when presented with his copy points to the "AH" and demands to know what it stands for.
The officer says, "That's so when we go to court, I'll remember that you're an asshole!"
Two months later they're in court. The 'violator' has a bad driving record with a high number of points and is in danger of losing his license, so he hired a lawyer to represent him.
On the stand the officer testifies to seeing the man run through the red light.
Under cross examination the defense attorney asks; "Officer is this a reasonable facsimile of the ticket that you issued to my client?"
Officer responds, "Yes, sir, that is the defendant's copy, his signature and mine, same number at the top."
Lawyer: "Officer, is there any particular marking or notation on this ticket you don't normally make?"
"Yes, sir, in the lower right corner of the narrative there is an "AH," underlined."
"What does the "AH" stand for, officer?"  
"Aggressive and hostile, Sir."  
"Aggressive and hostile?"  
"Yes, Sir.
"Officer, are you sure it doesn't stand for asshole?"
“Well, sir, you know your client better than I do.”  

How often can one get an attorney to convict his own client?

Have a good November and keep the e-mails coming!

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Last month was "Interesting Times"

And so it was. I left you as I was heading to the operating table. And the next think I knew was that I had woken up, so I asked "Has it all been done?" - and it had. Apparently one of the results of the spinal ops that I had a few years ago is a lot of scar tissue, and the anaesthetist had bee unable to get the spinal injection in, so I got the whole works - a general anaesthetic. And it was just as well, as I lost 2.5 litres of blood in the process of the op. And then I understand there was a degree of panic, as they had ordered a couple of units if blood to match my own, but no-one had noticed that it had not turned up! Well, they always have a couple of units in the emergency reserve and this is a 'universal' type - O rhesus negative - which can be put into anyone. And it just so happened that my blood type is O neg too. But I needed 6 units, which in due course arrived. and was pumped in, until my body rebelled and said "Enough of this" The outcome is that I have been severely anaemic, and the 2-3 night stay in hospital stretched to be 8. Which was a lot easier for me and for Sonia, although she spent a lot on petrol driving to visit. It takes about 6 weeks to recover from that level of anaemia. The treatment is iron pills and Guinness, although I have  found it easier to get the pills rather than the Guinness.

Anyhow, that chapter is now over, and the present regime is exercises three times a day, as much walking as you can bear, and 2 or 3 red flag actions which are strictly forbidden. Like sleeping on my right hand side (the 'good' side, which I have always preferred! And like reaching down below my knees from any position. Imagine what that means you cannot do! Sitting on low chairs is also not allowed, which makes most restaurants impossible unless you carry a big cushion everywhere. This will go on until the 15 October, when I gather that if I then try to do these things it will feel very uncomfortable. We shall see. On the same day I stop giving myself injections of blood thinners - hospitals are very fearful of DVTs.

What I have learned is that you become very dependent on your wife for all sorts of things that do not occur to ordinary mortals until the emergency arrives. Sonia has been working like a Trojan to keep the house and garden under control, as well as looking after me in a very large number of unexpected ways. I think a Big Holiday will be in order in due course.

A certain number of goodies came my way last month. Try some of the following:

Go to https://www.youtube.com/embed/eee4-d7FUis - it must have taken a lot of organising!

That's the only link - made up for by the following:




A very nice, innocent Australian woman wants to get married, but she is only willing to marry a man if he has never had sex with another woman.

After several unsuccessful years of searching, she decides to take out a personal ad.

She ends up corresponding with Scotty Greer who has lived his entire life in the Australian Outback and he has no experience with women.

They meet and she is very happy with him; she feels that they are perfect for each other.

Eventually they end up getting married.

On their wedding night, she goes into the bathroom to prepare for the evening.

When she returns to the bedroom, she finds her new husband standing in the middle of the room, naked.

All the furniture from the room is piled in one corner.

"What happened?" she asks.

"I've never been with a woman" he says, "But if it's anything like a kangaroo, I'm gonna need all the room I can get!"

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You might recall that John Hinckley was a seriously deranged young man who shot President Reagan in 1981.

Hinckley was absolutely obsessed with movie star Jodie Foster and, in his twisted mind, loved Jodie to the point that to make himself well known to her, he attempted to assassinate President Reagan.

There is speculation he may soon be released as having been rehabilitated.

Consequently, you will appreciate the following letter from Nancy Reagan to John Hinckley some time back.

We could all learn so much from this elegant and gracious lady:

To: John Hinckley
From: Mrs. Nancy Reagan

My family and I wanted to drop you a short note to tell you how pleased we are with the great strides you are making in your recovery. In our country's spirit of understanding and forgiveness, we want you to know that we bear no grudge against you for shooting Ronnie. We are fully aware that mental stress and pain could have driven you to such an act of desperation. We're confident that you will soon make a complete recovery and return to your family to join the world again as a healthy and productive man.

Best wishes,

Nancy Reagan & Family

P.S. While you have been incarcerated, Barack Obama has been banging Jodie Foster like a screen door in a tornado. You might want to look into that.

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One of the new discount supermarkets has been trying out a new idea locally to aid their market expansion.

This new store is quite different from the usual ones that you might be familiar with.

This one has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh.

Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.

When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you experience the scent of fresh mowed hay.

In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks with onions.

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle, and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread and cakes.

I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.

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Puns for Educated Minds !

How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.

Venison for dinner again? Oh deer!

A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.

 Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.

England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool .

 They told me I had type-A blood, but it was a Type-O.

I changed my iPod's name to Titanic. It's syncing now.

Jokes about German sausages are the wurst.

I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid, but he says he can stop any time.

This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I'd never met herbivore.

When chemists die, apparently they barium.

I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can't put it down.

I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.

Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn't control her pupils?

When you get a bladder infection you know urine trouble.

Broken pencils are pretty much pointless.

What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.

I dropped out of the Communism class because of lousy Marx.

All the toilets in New York 's police stations have been stolen. As of now, it appears the police have nothing to go on.

Velcro - what a rip off !          

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A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes,  and said, "I would like to buy some cyanide.
The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?

The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."

The pharmacist's eyes got big and he explained, "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband, that’s against the law. I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!”

The lady reached into her handbag and pulled out a picture of her  husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife……


The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "You didn't tell me you had a prescription."


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DIFFERENT METHODS...
A circus owner runs an ad for a "lion tamer wanted" and two people show up.
One is an old golfer in his seventies, the other a drop-dead gorgeous brunette with a great body in her twenties.

The circus owner tells them, "I'm not going to sugar coat it. This is one ferocious lion. He ate my last tamer so you two had better be good or you're history" Here's your equipment… a chair, a whip and a gun. Who wants to try out first?"

The gorgeous brunette says, "I'll go first." She walks past the chair, the whip and the gun and steps right into the lion's cage. The lion gets all heated up, starts to snarl and pant and begins to charge her. As he gets close, the gorgeous brunette throws open her coat, revealing her beautiful, perfect naked body. The lion stops dead in his tracks, sheepishly crawls up to her and starts licking her feet and ankles. He continues to lick and kiss every inch of her body for several minutes, then lays down and rests his head at her feet.

The circus owner's jaw is on the floor!! He says, "That's amazing! I've never seen anything like that in my life!" Then he turns to the old golfer and asks, "Can you top that?"

The tough old golfer replies… "Possibly ...but you've got to get that lion out of there first”.

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Subject: Marriage License Office Clerk

"Good morning. We want to apply for a marriage license."

"Names?", said the clerk.

"Tim and Jim Jones."

"Jones?? Are you related?? I see a resemblance."

"Yes, we're brothers."

"Brothers?? You can't get married."

"Why not?? Aren't you giving marriage licenses to same gender couples?"

"Yes, thousands. But we haven't had any siblings. That's incest!"

"Incest?" No, we are not gay."

"Not gay?? Then why do you want to get married?"

"For the financial benefits, of course. And we do love each other. Besides, we don't have any other prospects."

"But we're issuing marriage licenses to gay and lesbian couples who've claim they'd been denied equal protection under the law. If you are not gay, you can get married to a woman."

"Wait a minute. A gay man has the same right to marry a woman as I have. But just because I'm straight doesn't mean I want to marry a woman. I want to marry Jim."

"And I want to marry Tim, Are you going to discriminate against us just because we are not gay?"

"All right, all right. I'll give you your license. Next."

"Hi. We are here to get married."

"Names?"

"John Smith, Jane James, Robert Green, and June Johnson."

"Who wants to marry whom?"

"We all want to marry each other."

"But there are four of you!"

"That's right. You see, we're all bisexual. I love Jane and Robert, Jane loves me and June, June loves Robert and Jane, and Robert loves June and me. All of us getting married together is the only way that we can express our sexual preferences in a marital relationship."

"But we've only been granting licenses to gay and lesbian couples."

"So you're discriminating against bisexuals!"

"No, it's just that, well, the traditional idea of marriage is that
it's just for couples."

"Since when are you standing on tradition?"

"Well, I mean, you have to draw the line somewhere."

"Who says?? There's no logical reason to limit marriage to couples. The more the better. Besides, we demand our rights! The mayor says the constitution guarantees equal protection under the law. Give us a marriage license!"

"All right, all right. Next."

"Hello, I'd like a marriage license."

"In what names?"

"David Anderson."

"And the other man?"

"That's all. I want to marry myself."

"Marry yourself?? What do you mean?"

"Well, my psychiatrist says I have a dual personality, so I want to marry the two together. Maybe I can file a joint income-tax return."

"That does it!? I quit!!? You people are making a mockery of marriage!!"------------

...Don't laugh, it’s just a matter of time.



That's this month's offering. Happy landings!