Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[Laxie]

It's SUNNY!  Going to be sunny again tomorrow too.  I like sunny.  Gets ya up off the chair and outside for a bit.

[tikay]

Some very interesting stats & stuff here. (For Birdwatchers ONLY).

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-17269770

PS - I took this photo myself, using a delayed exposure to google images.

[taximan007]

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE

1930's 1940's, 50's and 60's.... First, we survived being born to mothers who drank while they carried us & lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.


Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.


We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.


As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.


We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle...


Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nando's.


Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.


We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......


WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!


We could leave home in the morning & play all day as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.


No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.


We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars..


We did not have Playstation's, Nintendo Wii, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY, no video or DVD,
No mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!


We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones & teeth & there were no lawsuits from these accidents.


Only girls had pierced ears!


We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.


You could only buy Easter Eggs & Hot Cross Buns at Easter...



We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,


We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!



RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on
MERIT


The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!


Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'


We had freedom, failure, success & responsibility and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL !


And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!

  Love this, so true

[RED-DOG]

Phew! Busy busy busy.

I'm getting the bum's rush in April, and the powers that be seem determined to get as much mileage out of me as possible before then.  

Normal diary drivel will be resumed as soon as I get a minute.

Meanwhile.....

Here's the moon.

Click to see full-size image.

[smashedagain]

 

Phew! Busy busy busy.

I'm getting the bum's rush in April, and the powers that be seem determined to get as much mileage out of me as possible before then.  

Normal diary drivel will be resumed as soon as I get a minute.

Meanwhile.....

Here's the moon.

Click to see full-size image.

[luther101]

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE

1930's 1940's, 50's and 60's.... First, we survived being born to mothers who drank while they carried us & lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.


Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.


We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.


As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.


We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle...


Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nando's.


Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.


We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......


WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!


We could leave home in the morning & play all day as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.


No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.


We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars..


We did not have Playstation's, Nintendo Wii, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY, no video or DVD,
No mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!


We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones & teeth & there were no lawsuits from these accidents.


Only girls had pierced ears!


We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.


You could only buy Easter Eggs & Hot Cross Buns at Easter...



We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,


We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!



RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on
MERIT


The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!


Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'


We had freedom, failure, success & responsibility and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL !


And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!

  Love this, so true

What about sheath knives          ......      playing 'split the kipper' - Elf & Stacey would've had a heart attack!

[tikay]

Tom - I guess I can work out the meaning, as we discussed it yesterday, but from where does the expression "bums rush" emenate?

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Tom - I guess I can work out the meaning, as we discussed it yesterday, but from where does the expression "bums rush" emenate?

The consensus is that it's probably derived from the practice of throwing drunks out of bars, but while looking it up, I stumbled across this, which is essentially the "Three strikes and you're out" rule.

Not something you want to be on the wrong side of.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baumes_rush

[RED-DOG]

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE

1930's 1940's, 50's and 60's.... First, we survived being born to mothers who drank while they carried us & lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.


Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.


We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.


As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.


We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle...


Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nando's.


Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.


We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......


WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!


We could leave home in the morning & play all day as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.


No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.


We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars..


We did not have Playstation's, Nintendo Wii, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY, no video or DVD,
No mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!


We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones & teeth & there were no lawsuits from these accidents.


Only girls had pierced ears!


We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.


You could only buy Easter Eggs & Hot Cross Buns at Easter...



We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,


We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!



RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on
MERIT


The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!


Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'


We had freedom, failure, success & responsibility and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL !


And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!

  Love this, so true

What about sheath knives          ......      playing 'split the kipper' - Elf & Stacey would've had a heart attack!

It's almost impossible to even imagine it now, but I carried a large "Jim Bowie" style sheath knife in plain view on my belt every day of my life until I was about 15.

I can remember being asked to leave it at the box office once when I went to the pictures, but apart from that, no one ever mentioned it.

[tikay]

Tom - I guess I can work out the meaning, as we discussed it yesterday, but from where does the expression "bums rush" emenate?

The consensus is that it's probably derived from the practice of throwing drunks out of bars, but while looking it up, I stumbled across this, which is essentially the "Three strikes and you're out" rule.

Not something you want to be on the wrong side of.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baumes_rush

Never heard of either. Really like that Baumes_rush thing though, that'll teach 'em......

[RED-DOG]

I'm having a clumsy morning. I can't seem to transfer tea from my cup to my mouth without spilling it.

Initially, a poor lip-cup seal allowed me to dribbled a little tea on to my computer keyboard. I tried to brush it off quickly and the sudden movement made me spill some down the front of the clean shirt that I've just put on. This caused me to swear and stand up quickly, in doing so I slopped most of the remaining tea on to the dog's head.

I think I've more or less got away with it though, The keyboard seems to be working OK, the shirt is brown and white anyway, and the dog, having been asleep when it happened, is looking around with a "What just happened" expression on her face.

[RED-DOG]

The door handle on our bathroom is at more or less crotch height for me. This design feature is playing havoc with my smalls.

Most of the time it's no problem, but I, like most men my age, have to leave my bed to answer natures call at least once a night, and it's during these nocturnal perambulations that I come to grief.

I'm fine on my way in to the bathroom, I slide past the inward-facing handle with consummate ease, but on the way out it slips up the leg of my underpants, arresting my progress.

I'm not usually at my most alert when this happens. I should of course reverse up a bit to unhook myself, but in my sleep-fugged state, I always choose brawn over brains and fight my way to freedom.  Eventually I get back to bed and by morning it's all forgotten.

I wouldn't have remembered it now, but Mrs Red wants to know why my knicker elastic is tight on one leg, and loose on the other.

[Laxie]

Surely it's boxes and not knickers?  Can't figure how you'd get the handle stuck in snug fitting knickers, but it makes sense (maybe) if you've boxers on.

[RED-DOG]

Surely it's boxes and not knickers?  Can't figure how you'd get the handle stuck in snug fitting knickers, but it makes sense (maybe) if you've boxers on.

I don't know how it happens either. I'm too sleepy to notice.

I've just conducted an experiment, I do have to literally brush past the handle for it to work, but apart from that everything in exactly the optimum position for snaring me.

I was able to achieve consistent skiddy arrest figures of approximately 3 tangles from every 5 attempts.

[AndrewT]

I'm confused.

Are you not opening the door properly? Are you trying to sneak into the bathroom ninja-style without touching the door handle?