Ping anybody
Lydia Dustbin
Gods to pour down great steaming heaps of odure on the pair of selfish
pillocks over the road who parked on the road overnight despite having space
on their drive for a bloody Sherman tank.
Tesco order just now. Last before the dreaded holiday and the hill well
snowed and slippy and this end the steepest and I saw the two faces at the
kitchen window, grinning, as the van slid sideways but it did manage to park
on our pavement edge. I also saw their faces when the van tried to get up
the hill to go home when he skidded all over the shop drawing dangerously
near to the parked car.
Out they came like rabbits out of a hat and a great flapping of hands took
place and unhappy cries.
Thankfully the driver said what I thought and 'well you don;t make it very
easy, DO YOU?' he bawled at Fatso and the Poison Dwarf. Had he been able to
stay on the road he could have got away fairly easilly.
Cars all over the shop this morning and hardly any snow at all.
Bah.
Just thought I would mention it. I was already having kittens thinking they
might not be able to get through due to a bumpit at the bottom of the road.
But that car had been pushed away.
Happy Christmas. Ding-dong merrilly.
LdB
Rusty Hinge
/snips/
> Bah.
>
> Happy Christmas. Ding-dong merrilly.
Anybody here, reporting for duty - - ma-am!
I never cease to wonder (appositely, I misstryped that as 'winder') at
the snowstacks which are driving about with one small black hole in the
front, slightly to the offside.
No headlumps, no slide windows, no mirrors and no rear windscreen.
I'm tempted to take a leaf out of the Attleborough urchins' book and
hurl a few snowballs in the hope of initiating an avala(u)nch and
bringing the whole snowheap to a slithering stop.
--
Rusty
Prunella
Dustbin <marrowjam@[wild].invalid> writes
(Just popping in, as I occasionally do.)
What flapping rabbits they are. I hope you smirked appropriately.
From elsewhere:
Residential street, no driveways, everyone parks on the road. This
morning, somebody decided to wash their car...
--
Prunella
Flash Gordon
> In article <76qXm.17160$Ym4....@text.news.virginmedia.com>, Lydia
> Dustbin <marrowjam@[wild].invalid> writes
>> with a vindictive and revengeful nature and all join hands and cry to the
>> Gods to pour down great steaming heaps of odure on the pair of selfish
>> pillocks over the road who parked on the road overnight despite having
>> space
>> on their drive for a bloody Sherman tank.
People who do that annoy me at the best of times. I've only parked on
the road for literally a couple of minutes at home or my parents. The
same visiting a friend yesterday, I parked on his drive. This where
there were no problems!
>> Tesco order just now. Last before the dreaded holiday and the hill well
>> snowed and slippy and this end the steepest and I saw the two faces at
>> the
>> kitchen window, grinning, as the van slid sideways but it did manage
>> to park
>> on our pavement edge.
That is obnoxious. They should have got out and moved their car.
>> I also saw their faces when the van tried to
>> get up
>> the hill to go home when he skidded all over the shop drawing dangerously
>> near to the parked car.
>> Out they came like rabbits out of a hat and a great flapping of hands
>> took
>> place and unhappy cries.
Would have served them right if the van had hit there car. It's just the
van driver it would have been unfair on.
>> Thankfully the driver said what I thought and 'well you don;t make it
>> very
>> easy, DO YOU?' he bawled at Fatso and the Poison Dwarf. Had he been
>> able to
>> stay on the road he could have got away fairly easilly.
>>
>> Cars all over the shop this morning and hardly any snow at all.
>> Bah.
>> Just thought I would mention it. I was already having kittens thinking
>> they
>> might not be able to get through due to a bumpit at the bottom of the
>> road.
>> But that car had been pushed away.
>>
>> Happy Christmas. Ding-dong merrilly.
Well, you got your stuff and he got away. Have a good Christmas.
> (Just popping in, as I occasionally do.)
>
> What flapping rabbits they are. I hope you smirked appropriately.
>
> From elsewhere:
>
> Residential street, no driveways, everyone parks on the road. This
> morning, somebody decided to wash their car...
Oh the fun. Roads on my estate have not been cleared, so it's now snow
packed so hard it has turned in to ice. I did go out, but I was damn
careful, and even then when coming back I ended up sliding a bit down
one road, but I controlled it and did not hit anything.
--
Flash Gordon
Lydia Dustbin
"Znep" <E-0C0013...@cleopatra.co.uk> wrote in message
news:mclsi5d6tujdooslr...@4ax.com...
> In alt.buttered.scones, ("Lydia Dustbin"
>>Happy Christmas. Ding-dong merrilly.
>
> If you're feeling *really* vindictive, you can dob them in. There is
> no, and I repeat no, right to park on the public highway except in
> designated parking spaces. In the absence of parking restrictions, you
> *may* park on the road *where it is safe to do so*. I've taken legal
> advice on this issue, as I live on a road where the speed restrictions
> are widely ignored by 42-tonners, and we investigated the possibility of
> creating a chicane by artful parking.
>
8))
Her-next-door wants The Man to cash in on his disabilty badge and whine for
a giant no parking sign all over the road at the end of our drive.
Needless to say the man ignores all hints. Seems there is a like sign
opposite H-n-d's daughter's house which causes no end of a rumpus if
visitors put so much as an inch of bumper over the end of the sign.
> In the current weather conditions, your neighbours are creating an
> unnecessary hazard.
> --
It;s a pain in the neck in any weather... However! It has never concerned us
as The Man parks on the drive, full stop but it is noteworthy that the
biggest howlers used to have one, two, three, four, five cars in the house
with space for three, when one went on our drive and the last one parked on
the footpath.
That, however, was different. They didn;t have any choice in the matter. The
car 'had' to go on the footpath.
Oh yes? Her over the road, though, parks on the footpath or road because she
is too lazy to turn onto the drive - so I understand.
Then down the road a-ways is the house with two large white vans used for
transporting bikes to the speedway which park on the corner opposite their
house and on the footpath next to their house (but not obstructing their
drive) and down the bottom of the road now two huge white vans advertising
sucking up nasty from drains park on the footpath at the end of the road
overnight and I am slim enough but I have to edge past or walk in a hedge.
Heaven help parents with pushchairs at the weekend though but. Huh.
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
"Flash Gordon" <sm...@spam.causeway.com> wrote in message
news:l4b207x...@news.flash-gordon.me.uk...
> Prunella wrote:
I saw the two faces at
>>> the
>>> kitchen window, grinning, as the van slid sideways but it did manage to
>>> park
>>> on our pavement edge.
>
> That is obnoxious. They should have got out and moved their car.
>
been doing it for some time. One memorable occasion they came out and
applauded after her-n-door took three goes to get onto her drive thanks to
the car opposite and a mystery van parked a short way from the end of her
drive. She nearly went spare. Phoned me up and asked 'did you see that?'
Yes.
>>> I also saw their faces when the van tried to get up
>>> the hill to go home when he skidded all over the shop drawing
>>> dangerously
>>> near to the parked car.
>>> Out they came like rabbits out of a hat and a great flapping of hands
>>> took
>>> place and unhappy cries.
>
> Would have served them right if the van had hit there car. It's just the
> van driver it would have been unfair on.
>
Another thing her-next-door is trying to get me to persuade The man to do
is... sigh... You see, opposite has a whopping big caravan, far too long to
go on the drive so it only appears for loading up and washing down and
things like that but you can imagine how it fills up the road. I look out of
this wndow and all I can see is caravan.
Now her-n-d says when my man hit a wall backing badly and had to admit his
sin to the motobility people they never said a thing. just came and dragged
the car away then bought it back all nice and mended.
You can see where this is going, can;t you? She wants me to grab R's hand as
he back out round the caravan and cause a nasty scrunch. Ooooer.
I point out that R would never attempt to get off the drive if the van was
there, he isn;t daft and besides he is afeared because if you can't see
behind, or park decently, why the heck are you driving in the first place?
>>
>> What flapping rabbits they are. I hope you smirked appropriately.
>>
They are very strange indeed. The son bought a sports car. The parents took
to borrowing it and taking it out, top down, on a drive on Sunday
afternoons. You should have seen them!! He had a white scalf wound round his
neck and she tied on a huge floppy hat and wore sunglasses like Jackie
Onassis. It was a hoot.
I have been informed.. reliably informed by the ex-Avon lady (her-next-door)
that the living room of their 1970s style home has been done over in black,
white, maroon and chrome with a lot of glass and no carpets. The effect
quite spoiled though by faux leaded double glazed windows containing little
red roses.
Perhaps they are not strange. Perhaps it is just me that's strange.
>> From elsewhere:
>>
>> Residential street, no driveways, everyone parks on the road. This
>> morning, somebody decided to wash their car...
>
Blimey.. What happened???
LdB
coj
> They are very strange indeed. The son bought a sports car. The parents took
> to borrowing it and taking it out, top down, on a drive on Sunday
> afternoons. You should have seen them!! He had a white scalf wound round his
> neck and she tied on a huge floppy hat and wore sunglasses like Jackie
> Onassis. It was a hoot.
Isadora Duncan comes to mind
--
"But it's nothing to worry about; it's all part of growing up and being
British."
2
Lydia Dustbin
> If they're literally parking "on the corner", then they're illegally
> parked. You're supposed to be 15 yds from any junction. And you can't
> park on the footpath, end of.
> --
> Marc
>
The trouble is, marc (nice name, that) We know it's illegal, and probably
they kniw it and certainly everyone in the houses round the areas concerned
know it... And I am sure the council know it because something was once
'done about it'
But... Nobody cares.
I don;t feel able to take the high moral ground (bwaaa-hahah) as I don;t
even drive and we only have one car and if I say anything I always hear
'well you might feel differently if you had nowhere to park your car...'
which is a point. not a god point, but a point, nevertheless.
It is a God-given right for all people over the age of, whatever, to own a
car and to be able to get at that car taking no more than twenty steps from
the comfort of the armchair and to be able to drive the car away without
taking more than a swift glance over the shoulder.
And probably park right outside the shop they need but I am starting to feel
jaundiced.
And we all have a garage and a drive down this road. There are worse places.
Didn;t I read about some parking place being sold for thousands of pounds
this week?
LdB
Rusty Hinge
>
> And we all have a garage and a drive down this road. There are worse places.
> Didn;t I read about some parking place being sold for thousands of pounds
> this week?
And a hooge development (flats) was only given planning permission on
the understanding that there would be *NO* provision for parking,
grudges, etc.
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
"Rusty Hinge" <rusty...@foobar.girolle.co.uk> wrote in message
news:hgo2g8$dcd$1...@news.eternal-september.org...
<puzzled> No provision for grudges?
I wasn;t aware that a special area was needed for this entertaining
activity.
LdB
Prunella
>
>news:l4b207x...@news.flash-gordon.me.uk...
>> Prunella wrote:
> I saw the two faces at
>>>> the
>>>> kitchen window, grinning, as the van slid sideways but it did manage to
>>>> park
>>>> on our pavement edge.
>>
>> That is obnoxious. They should have got out and moved their car.
>>
>This grinning face bit might sound exaggerated but it is true and they have
>been doing it for some time. One memorable occasion they came out and
>applauded after her-n-door took three goes to get onto her drive thanks to
>the car opposite and a mystery van parked a short way from the end of her
>drive. She nearly went spare. Phoned me up and asked 'did you see that?'
>Yes.
>
Oh, that is just disgusting. Presumably they don't think that one day
they might need a bit of neighbourly help.
>>>
>>> Residential street, no driveways, everyone parks on the road. This
>>> morning, somebody decided to wash their car...
>>
>Blimey.. What happened???
>
>LdB
>
>
Dunno, but there was no report of broken limbs or skidding cars, not
even from the ice sheet after the idiot threw half a bucket of dirty
water all over the road. The daft thing is, the water he was throwing
all over his car was apparently freezing before he could squeegey it
off. That would be a bit of a clue, surely?
--
Prunella
Lydia Dustbin
>>>> morning, somebody decided to wash their car...
>>>
>>Blimey.. What happened???
>>
>>LdB
>>
>>
> Dunno, but there was no report of broken limbs or skidding cars, not even
> from the ice sheet after the idiot threw half a bucket of dirty water all
> over the road.
OH! I see!!!! I thought it would be along the lines of the washing water
freezing the car solid. I didn;t even think about where the watre would
go... Round here it stays pretty much on the drives as they all slope
downwards from the pavement and everybody but us have nice little soak away
drains in front of the house and garage.
BUT US!
Rainstorm = indoor garage paddling pool.
The daft thing is, the water he was throwing
> all over his car was apparently freezing before he could squeegey it off.
> That would be a bit of a clue, surely?
>
Just so. That was my first thought. So we have to presume, what?? Man is a
twit.
What about adding detergent? Would that have delayed the freezing or not?
Someone must know the answer.
LdB
Flash Gordon
Which doesn't stop people living there having cars, it just means that
they park on the roads causing more problems than a car park would cause.
--
Flash Gordon
Flash Gordon
<snip>
> The daft thing is, the water he was throwing
>> all over his car was apparently freezing before he could squeegey it off.
>> That would be a bit of a clue, surely?
>>
> Just so. That was my first thought. So we have to presume, what?? Man is a
> twit.
>
> What about adding detergent? Would that have delayed the freezing or not?
> Someone must know the answer.
Yes, pretty much any impurity in water lowers the freezing point, and
detergent certainly would. However, if it is cold enough it will still
freeze, and it will be diluted by all the rest of the ice and snow as well.
In fact, having it go on the road will likely initially melt the top
surface of the ice before it refreezes, making it far more slippery than
it was before. A bit like over-polishing a nice wooden floor to the
point is is so slippery you can't walk on it.
--
Flash Gordon
Yes, I know more than how to shoot a laser pistol!
coj
Round here (outskirts of London) the public transport is good, there's
no need for a car for most people and there's controlled parking.
There's a big development right next to the railway station, anyone
living there with a car wouldn't be able to park within a mile or so of
their flat unless they parked in an expensive car park or got a parking
ticket every day.
Lydia Dustbin
> Lydia Dustbin wrote:
>
> <snip>
>
>> The daft thing is, the water he was throwing
>>> all over his car was apparently freezing before he could squeegey it
>>> off. That would be a bit of a clue, surely?
>>>
>> Just so. That was my first thought. So we have to presume, what??
This was a comment about man in general not just.. I mean, this is a comment
about humanity in general not just.. Oh, all right, some of you.. Some of
'them' then?
.
>>
>> What about adding detergent? Would that have delayed the freezing or not?
>> ....
> In fact, having it go on the road will likely initially melt the top
> surface of the ice before it refreezes, making it far more slippery than
> it was before. A bit like over-polishing a nice wooden floor to the point
> is is so slippery you can't walk on it.
> --
Pity no videos.. I am reminded, said she wickedly, of the winter's day when
we in our office block crowded to the end overlooking Broad Street and
hooted with delight as workers at the hospital parked their cars on the car
park then attempted to walk away and go to work.
Things calmed down a bit by half eight but became busy again when the
ambulances started to disgorge day patients already tremulous on crutches.
No, I do not wish to talk about that lest I get pelted with rotten eggs.
By ten most of us were too weak to move almost..
LdB
Prunella
<E-0C0013...@cleopatra.co.uk> writes
>In alt.buttered.scones, ("Lydia Dustbin"
><cKwXm.17314$Ym4....@text.news.virginmedia.com>::
>
>>>>
>>>> What flapping rabbits they are. I hope you smirked appropriately.
>>>>
>>They are very strange indeed. The son bought a sports car. The parents took
>>to borrowing it and taking it out, top down, on a drive on Sunday
>>afternoons. You should have seen them!! He had a white scalf wound round his
>>neck and she tied on a huge floppy hat and wore sunglasses like Jackie
>>Onassis. It was a hoot.
>
I also thought of that. Then thought: that'd be a waste of a nice scarf.
And I'm not even a fashionista.
--
Prunella
Prunella
<c_o_jo...@hotmail.com> writes
Round here (Winchester) it's much the same. There was a block of
terraced houses, aka rabbit hutches, built near the railway station.
Council would not permit residents parking permits for the owners;
either builder or council decided not to have integral garages. Houses
took ages to sell. Although, on the face of it, it is do-able to live
there and not have a car, as it's quite a short walk into town and an
hour-ish to London, it probably does take a while for some people to
change from relying on a car to giving it up entirely.
There have been other developments locally where limited restrictions
have been applied. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Although it's
probably a good idea to encourage people to give up their cars, what
would happen if someone, who doesn't have available parking, could get
the job of their dreams but that'd require getting somewhere practically
impossible by public transport. I suppose it's a case of being eminently
sensible on paper, but throwing up a problem because people don't always
fit the protocols.
Oh, gosh. I've gone all sensible. Must crack open a bottle of vino to
counteract that. Can't be doing too much with sensible after having
braved the snow today.
--
Prunella
Flash Gordon
> In article <7p9s0k...@mid.individual.net>, coj
> <c_o_jo...@hotmail.com> writes
>> Flash Gordon wrote:
>>> Rusty Hinge wrote:
>>>> Lydia Dustbin wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>> And we all have a garage and a drive down this road. There are
>>>>> worse places. Didn;t I read about some parking place being sold for
>>>>> thousands of pounds this week?
>>>>
>>>> And a hooge development (flats) was only given planning permission
>>>> on the understanding that there would be *NO* provision for parking,
>>>> grudges, etc.
>>> Which doesn't stop people living there having cars, it just means
>>> that they park on the roads causing more problems than a car park
>>> would cause.
>>
>> Round here (outskirts of London) the public transport is good, there's
>> no need for a car for most people and there's controlled parking.
>> There's a big development right next to the railway station, anyone
>> living there with a car wouldn't be able to park within a mile or so
>> of their flat unless they parked in an expensive car park or got a
>> parking ticket every day.
>
> Round here (Winchester) it's much the same. There was a block of
> terraced houses, aka rabbit hutches, built near the railway station.
If the trains go where you need to go...
> Council would not permit residents parking permits for the owners;
> either builder or council decided not to have integral garages. Houses
> took ages to sell.
I'm not surprised.
> Although, on the face of it, it is do-able to live
> there and not have a car, as it's quite a short walk into town and an
> hour-ish to London, it probably does take a while for some people to
> change from relying on a car to giving it up entirely.
Half an hour for me to walk to the train station (I live in the
outskirts of Slough), over an hour for me to get to the office by train
but only two hours to walk it... our previous office was not possible by
train and I think took about 2 hours to reach by bus (about the same as
walking it). Oh, and I deliberately bought a place that was as
convenient as possible for current and (at the time) probably later jobs.
> There have been other developments locally where limited restrictions
> have been applied. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Although it's
> probably a good idea to encourage people to give up their cars, what
> would happen if someone, who doesn't have available parking, could get
> the job of their dreams but that'd require getting somewhere practically
> impossible by public transport. I suppose it's a case of being eminently
> sensible on paper, but throwing up a problem because people don't always
> fit the protocols.
Yes, that's a problem. Especially with it being common to have two
people in the house with jobs, how do you then get a house and jobs such
that you can survive without a car? The other problem for me, since I
have to travel a lot (sometimes) is that it is generally more expensive
to travel by train especially if you don't know what time you will
finish work.
> Oh, gosh. I've gone all sensible. Must crack open a bottle of vino to
> counteract that. Can't be doing too much with sensible after having
> braved the snow today.
Plenty of snow here.
--
Flash Gordon
Rusty Hinge
/snip/
> What about adding detergent? Would that have delayed the freezing or not?
> Someone must know the answer.
>
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
Rusty Hinge
>
> Flashbacks to "Bambi".
!ganB
--
Rusty
Rusty Hinge
--
Rusty
Rusty Hinge
WTH is Isidora Duncan?
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
You should have seen them!! He had a white scalf wound
>>>> round his
>>>> neck and she tied on a huge floppy hat and wore sunglasses like Jackie
>>>> Onassis. It was a hoot.
>>>
>>> Keep your fingers crossed for an "Isadora Duncan" solution.
>>
>> I also thought of that. Then thought: that'd be a waste of a nice scarf.
>>
>> And I'm not even a fashionista.
>>
> And I have no idea what you're all talking about.
>
> WTH is Isidora Duncan?
>
variety. She wore a long flowing scarf in an open-topped car and it became
embrangled in the thingummy, yanked her out and banged her noggin on the
roadway.
Can't remember when. Google images produce a wealth of interesting
photographs which would have shocked the fastidious and cheered the... well,
the other end of the scale although she remains fully clothed.
It makes me think of eurhythmy at school. 8((
'Float, float, veronica dear! Imagine the life-force pulsing through your
body and flowing out through your fingertips!'
'Float?' Thud, gallumph, bounce, bounce...
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
>>WTH is Isidora Duncan?
>
> http://lmgtfy.com/?q=isadora+duncan
> --
> Marc
>
Oh, he will know by now who she is even if he didn;t know in the first
place. He just wanted to poke us through the bars and watch us wriggle.
Anyway, I see your Isadora and raise you one Theda Bara.
A glorious woman. 8))
http://babybarbarella.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html
corny blog but smashing pictures.
I am also holding Pola Negri and Mae West in my hand, mind.
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
> She was a pioneer of barefoot dancing, and refused to do all those daft
> ballet-type things like breaking your toes to go en pointe.
> --
I challenge 'pioneer' though she certainly had the best publicity.
Barefoot 'Greek style' dancing was going strong from the 1890s
Okay, perhaps I am taking 'pioneer' too literally. Not originator, anyway,
but definitely one of those in the front line..
And she was a naughty girl.
LdB
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I'll raise you one Josephine Baker.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUDvjxg9wKE&feature=related
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Rusty Hinge
so twee at school when I was a 'orrid urchin.
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
>>
>>A glorious woman. 8))
>>http://babybarbarella.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html
>>corny blog but smashing pictures.
>>
>>I am also holding Pola Negri and Mae West in my hand, mind.
>
> I'll raise you one Josephine Baker.
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUDvjxg9wKE&feature=related
>
Ummm. Deal the cards! And I have one Valentino showing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPHB3Nkgaq4
I wish I could tango.
LdB
Rusty Hinge
I warm to her, especially regarding that last attribute.
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
>> It makes me think of eurhythmy at school. 8((
>> 'Float, float, veronica dear! Imagine the life-force pulsing through your
>> body and flowing out through your fingertips!'
>> 'Float?' Thud, gallumph, bounce, bounce...
>>
> Ah, I get the picture. Fortunately (for them) they didn't try anything so
> twee at school when I was a 'orrid urchin.
> --
> Rusty
Uhhh. I was not a horrid urchin; by then I was a gawky and horrid teenager -
in a class filled with horrid teenage boys, too, all feeling the life force
pulsing through their bodies and tripping up the girls at regular intervals.
I can't remember what we danced at junior school. Too busy practicing
various processions for the Holy Days of Obligation to waste time dancing, I
bet.
I remember a basket of rose petals with a shudder...
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
>>but definitely one of those in the front line..
>>
>>And she was a naughty girl.
>
> --
Grin. It is strange the way I home in and admire the stars or people that
came with a health warning though.
Shame about that. Both M West and T Bara were hard-headed businesswomen but
nobody cares about that.
Now, what about rakes?
LdB
Rusty Hinge
Hear of Mae West, but not the rest.
And though I do not know it,
I'm writing like...
No, I'd not come acr^h^h^h^happend upon Isidora Duncan. Don't forget, I
haven't had a telly since the late 1960s 0r early 1970s, and I only got
one then so the girlfiend didn't run home to get her daily fix of
whatever soap it was she followed.
Most of my time until then was spent in my shed, up to my elbows in oil
and motorcyclythings, listening to the old Murphy wireless on the Third
Programme, and thereafter in a similar manner, but on a more rarified
plane, but doing a bit of gardening and DIY TAAAW.
The, as now, I seldom listened to anything but the Third, The Home
Service and the World Service, and of course, the (if not then, hi), the
rising-fi
Rarely went to the flicks, either.
--
Rusty
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OK, that's it. I need to play my ace.
Donald O'Connor
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<rusty...@foobar.girolle.co.uk> wrote:
>No, I'd not come acr^h^h^h^happend upon Isidora Duncan. Don't forget, I
>haven't had a telly since the late 1960s 0r early 1970s, and I only got
>one then so the girlfiend didn't run home to get her daily fix of
>whatever soap it was she followed.
Well, she did actually snuff it in 1927 so probably predated both
Tv and your august self.
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Prunella
Dustbin <marrowjam@[wild].invalid> writes
Oh, that's brought back horrible memories of gym class. Girls grammar
school - gels, that were. White airtex top which had to be tucked into
grey school knickers of the almost-but-not-quite bloomer type. Not much
chance of gracefulness and lightness looking like that.
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<Prun...@chelonium.plus.com> wrote:
>
>>It makes me think of eurhythmy at school. 8((
>>'Float, float, veronica dear! Imagine the life-force pulsing through your
>>body and flowing out through your fingertips!'
>>'Float?' Thud, gallumph, bounce, bounce...
>>
>>LdB
>>
>>
>
>Oh, that's brought back horrible memories of gym class. Girls grammar
>school - gels, that were. White airtex top which had to be tucked into
>grey school knickers of the almost-but-not-quite bloomer type. Not much
>chance of gracefulness and lightness looking like that.
Not much wrong with the look though if the memory serves me
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> I remember a basket of rose petals with a shudder...
>
The mind boogies
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But I still can't think of any medium I might have impinged on her
memory innit.
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Lydia Dustbin
>>>
>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUDvjxg9wKE&feature=related
>>>
>>Oh gosh, yes... Are you trying to raise the stakes? You win.
>>Ummm. Deal the cards! And I have one Valentino showing...
>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPHB3Nkgaq4
>>I wish I could tango.
>
> OK, that's it. I need to play my ace.
> Donald O'Connor
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oWk4ZiuSHE&feature=related
>
>
Richard's father used to sing this every time it snowed. 8(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkwgu8JLaF4
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
and not so silent - screen.
I suppose you have to be drawn to the subject though. I know very little
about motorbikes.
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
"Prunella" <Prun...@chelonium.plus.com> wrote in message
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>>It makes me think of eurhythmy at school. 8((
>>'Float, float, veronica dear! Imagine the life-force pulsing through your
>>body and flowing out through your fingertips!'
>>'Float?' Thud, gallumph, bounce, bounce...
>>>>
>
> school - gels, that were. White airtex top which had to be tucked into
> grey school knickers of the almost-but-not-quite bloomer type. Not much
> chance of gracefulness and lightness looking like that.
>
talk of navyblue bloomers was turning Ron a bit peculiar.
I say, did you also had to tuck everything into your bloomers? Like
petticoats and jym-slip? We did and our hips looked... well!!
Then after running and jumping and sweating and panting, untuck everything
and return to first year French.
Je suis pong like a polecat, anyone?
LdB
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Get yer skates on folks with Gene Kelly
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aus1PA5-SyI&feature=related
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"��� � ����-��" <r...@spamall.com> wrote in message
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Let me lower the tone..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4zRe_wvJw8
LdB
Rusty Hinge
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Rusty Hinge
> Mainstream!!
> Let me lower the tone..
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4zRe_wvJw8
Waves!
(but I prefer be-bop)
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Tone
Rusty Hinge
unless there was something like - um - Sink the Bismarck!, M. Hulot's
'Oliday, Angels One-Five, The Caine Mutiny, Genevieve, and (slightly)
more recently, Sister Act and Death Becomes Her, it's not the sort of
sceen vocabulary which might impinge on flappers.
I hope The Producers is still on in Naaardge - I shall go and see that
innit.
--
Rusty
Prunella
>
Oh, gawd, I never had to do the thing with the tucking in of the
gym-slip. Actually, I can't remember if I ever wore a gym-slip, even as
a tiddler. We had gored skirts at senior school.
The grey bloomer-type knickers were required daily school uniform (did
they ever check that? I don't remember). So we did the sweating and
panting but only changed from the airtex top back to the blouse. Ponging
was quite probably normal; but the grammar school was previously a
private gels school, so sweating was probably "not what we do". My first
year form mistress (stoppit, guys) was a biology teacher. Who never
shaved her legs.
I'm having flashbacks. Anyone here of the male persuasion is welcome to
them.
Please don't remind me of my hips. I've had them for years. Persistent
buggers, they are.
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<Prun...@chelonium.plus.com> wrote:
>The grey bloomer-type knickers were required daily school uniform
What did you keep in the pockets?
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Lydia Dustbin
> The grey bloomer-type knickers were required daily school uniform (did
> they ever check that? I don't remember).
The elderly ladies at my local bus stop talk of bloomers with pockets.
Boggle.
My first
> year form mistress (stoppit, guys) was a biology teacher. Who never shaved
> her legs.
>
8))
Well I can;t remember the form teacher at the grammar school thank God, but
when I got booted out I transfered to the Steiner School and the 'class
teacher' who took the same children from five up to fifteen came as a shock
to me. I don;t suppose they shaved their legs, either.. Hand woven skirts,
or mohair fluffy in the winter and lots of beads. hair always long and in
terribly old-fashioned looking rolls and loops - and sandals, often hand
made.
Looking back I think she had rather a good face.
She also took us for the dreaded eurithmy.
Oh yes, and no bras.
My first Steiner joke I heard was 'have you heard about the Steiner teacher
who went to her doctor for advice on where to plunge in a dagger to be sure
of killing herself?#
'Two inches below the right nipple,' she was told.
'That's her, over there. The one with the bandage round her right knee.'
I just looked blank (I must have been twelve) They fell about hooting.
My first Roman Catholic joke was three pregnant nuns walking down the road
saying Benedictus.
Siiiigh. How SHOCKING!
> I'm having flashbacks. Anyone here of the male persuasion is welcome to
> them.
>
Flashbacks are fun.
> Please don't remind me of my hips. I've had them for years. Persistent
> buggers, they are.
>
Yers, I have now discovered I have hips. For most of my life I was a 32/32
man's jeans woman because women's trousers bagged out horribly round the
hips and thighs.
not any more. I hate it.
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
LdB- giggle
Gid Holyoake
generously decided to share with us..
>
> In alt.buttered.scones, ("Lydia Dustbin"
> <marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk>) wrote in
> <at4Ym.17915$Ym4....@text.news.virginmedia.com>::
> Bit late for that- all the leaves are gone.
And the sky is grey?..
--
Gid
Current Project: Bragdy'r Ddraenen Wen
(if it ever stops raining for long enough)
Rusty Hinge
> In article <Ow5Ym.17944$Ym4....@text.news.virginmedia.com>, Lydia
> Dustbin <marrowjam@[wild].invalid> writes
>>
>> "Prunella" <Prun...@chelonium.plus.com> wrote in message
>> news:A4wEp+GW...@nospam.demon.co.uk...
>>>> It makes me think of eurhythmy at school. 8((
>>>> 'Float, float, veronica dear! Imagine the life-force pulsing through
>>>> your
>>>> body and flowing out through your fingertips!'
>>>> 'Float?' Thud, gallumph, bounce, bounce...
>>>>>>
>>>
>>> Oh, that's brought back horrible memories of gym class. Girls grammar
>>> school - gels, that were. White airtex top which had to be tucked into
>>> grey school knickers of the almost-but-not-quite bloomer type. Not much
>>> chance of gracefulness and lightness looking like that.
>>>
>> Wey-hey! We have nattered about this before but had to stop because
>> all the
>> talk of navyblue bloomers was turning Ron a bit peculiar.
>>
>> I say, did you also had to tuck everything into your bloomers? Like
>> petticoats and jym-slip? We did and our hips looked... well!!
>> Then after running and jumping and sweating and panting, untuck
>> everything
>> and return to first year French.
>>
>> Je suis pong like a polecat, anyone?
>
> gym-slip. Actually, I can't remember if I ever wore a gym-slip, even as
> a tiddler. We had gored skirts at senior school.
>
> The grey bloomer-type knickers were required daily school uniform (did
> they ever check that? I don't remember). So we did the sweating and
> panting but only changed from the airtex top back to the blouse. Ponging
> was quite probably normal; but the grammar school was previously a
> private gels school, so sweating was probably "not what we do". My first
> year form mistress (stoppit, guys) was a biology teacher. Who never
> shaved her legs.
I'm a retired teacher, and I never shave my legs either.
>
> I'm having flashbacks. Anyone here of the male persuasion is welcome to
> them.
>
<cautious>Hmmmm.</cautious>
> Please don't remind me of my hips. I've had them for years. Persistent
> buggers, they are.
>
Hums 'My girl's a corker...'
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
> Prunella wrote:
>> I'm having flashbacks. Anyone here of the male persuasion is welcome to
>> them.
>>
> <cautious>Hmmmm.</cautious>
>
I agree with Prunella, here although I draw the line at hearing about the
willy-waving contests of eight year old boys.
>> Please don't remind me of my hips. I've had them for years. Persistent
>> buggers, they are.
>>
> Hums 'My girl's a corker...'
>
Cor....
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
"Znep" <E-0C0013...@cleopatra.co.uk> wrote in message
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>>My first Roman Catholic joke was three pregnant nuns walking down the road
>>saying Benedictus.
>>Siiiigh. How SHOCKING!
>
> A man goes to the doctor. In the waiting room, there is a nun, sobbing
> inconsolably.
>
> When he goes in to see the doctor, he says: "It's none of my business, I
> know, but did you know there's a sobbing nun in the waiting room?"
>
> "Yes", says the doctor, "I've just had to tell her she's pregnant!"
>
> "Is she really?"
>
> "No, but it cured her hiccoughs."
> --
8)) A great deal nicer than my offering.
I have the washing machine chugging away. I looked out the kitchen wondow
and see a soapy lake is spreading from my drain.
Oh bliss.
LdB
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I looked out of the window yesterday, the bloke opposite has a rather
nice Jaguar. It was parked in the road with half of its front end
lying in the gutter. It would take a heart of stone and all that.
Turns out he just clipped a low wall getting out of his drive and the
'chin' piece of the car fell off. Today it were removed on a low
loader.
Merry Xmas everybody
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Humbug
<marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>It is a God-given right for all people over the age of, whatever, to own a
>car and to be able to get at that car taking no more than twenty steps from
>the comfort of the armchair and to be able to drive the car away without
>taking more than a swift glance over the shoulder.
>And probably park right outside the shop they need but I am starting to feel
>jaundiced.
Yoiu're not from around these parts, are you.
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Humbug
Who would be very pleased to be able to park his car outside his
house.
Lydia Dustbin
"Humbug" <hum...@tofee.net> wrote in message
news:hmnaj554nlouf72rs...@4ax.com...
Oh, do join in and have a good moan. Ar, I am aware of the problems on older
houses.. usually older houses... with no provisions for garaging or parking
cars. Living in parts of London must be ghastly. Or any inner city for that
matter said she, grumping.. or suburb, or out on the country. Aw, nuts.
There has nearly been fisticuffs round here this evening as guests roll up
and block drives and 'It's only once a year' and 'It's bloody CHRISTMAS,
man' was heard and 'It's like it all bloody year ROUND!' heard in reply.
I had the light off and just my nose showing over the edge of the window. At
least it is raining which has cleared away most of the white stuff.
LdB
Humbug
<marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>
>"Humbug" <hum...@tofee.net> wrote in message
>news:hmnaj554nlouf72rs...@4ax.com...
>> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009 12:09:43 GMT, "Lydia Dustbin"
>> <marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>>
>>>It is a God-given right for all people over the age of, whatever, to own a
>>>car and to be able to get at that car taking no more than twenty steps
>>>from
>>>the comfort of the armchair and to be able to drive the car away without
>>>taking more than a swift glance over the shoulder.
>>>And probably park right outside the shop they need but I am starting to
>>>feel
>>>jaundiced.
>>
>> Yoiu're not from around these parts, are you.
>>
>> --
>> Humbug
>> Who would be very pleased to be able to park his car outside his
>> house.
>
>Oh, do join in and have a good moan.
That's what I'm here for ... aren't I?
>Ar, I am aware of the problems on older
>houses.. usually older houses... with no provisions for garaging or parking
>cars. Living in parts of London must be ghastly. Or any inner city for that
>matter said she, grumping.. or suburb, or out on the country. Aw, nuts.
>
>There has nearly been fisticuffs round here this evening as guests roll up
>and block drives and 'It's only once a year' and 'It's bloody CHRISTMAS,
>man' was heard and 'It's like it all bloody year ROUND!' heard in reply.
Goodwill to all men, innit.
>I had the light off and just my nose showing over the edge of the window. At
>least it is raining which has cleared away most of the white stuff.
I've just been able to park right outside my house (after a somewhat
pleasant visit to my stepdaughter for Christmas dinner etc.), and
there's no snow.
Some disaster must be waiting to befall me tomorrow.
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Humbug
Lydia Dustbin
> I've just been able to park right outside my house (after a somewhat
> pleasant visit to my stepdaughter for Christmas dinner etc.), and
> there's no snow.
>
> Some disaster must be waiting to befall me tomorrow.
>
> --
> Humbug
Oh, I do hope not. It's raining here which is nice.
I have just had the strangest Christmas catering ever. Following feeding the
man a bowl of fruit salad and half a chicken sandwich for his lunch, and him
gorging himself on one mince pie with his tea, all he wanted for dinner was
a bowl of veggie soup and a piece of toast.
8(
I ate the same except for demolishing a bag of jelly babies between two and
about five.
I should rejoice at the cheapness of it all but...
Ding dong?
LdB
Rusty Hinge
> I have just had the strangest Christmas catering ever. Following feeding the
> man a bowl of fruit salad and half a chicken sandwich for his lunch, and him
> gorging himself on one mince pie with his tea, all he wanted for dinner was
> a bowl of veggie soup and a piece of toast.
> 8(
I enjoyed my lightly-cooked Brussels' sprout while huddled round the
festive candle. I've eaten less this Christmas than any other I can
remember. Got round to cooking the turkey (leg) with a sliced On!on,
'chipped' parsnip, clove of garlic, mushrooms, in olive oil, and a cup
or so of Martha's Mild, but it was too late for Chrimblenosh, so I had
soup TAAAW - not veggie, though.
Plenty of veggies in it - leek, parsnip, sprouts, On!on, mushroom, green
pepper, but the Man wouldn't have appreciated the dumplings made with
proper suet, comminuted leek, mushroom and sprout, and sausagemeat innit.
> I ate the same except for demolishing a bag of jelly babies between two and
> about five.
> I should rejoice at the cheapness of it all but...
>
Bah! Humbug! (Yes, I had *A* humbug. The rest are still in the jar,
where they've been for at least two years...
> Ding dong?
>
Merry Leon, hi!
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
>>
> Bah! Humbug! (Yes, I had *A* humbug. The rest are still in the jar, where
> they've been for at least two years...
>
>> Ding dong?
>>
> Merry Leon, hi!
>
Get you deep frozen Hot Cross Bunnies for that home-cooked taste (and smell)
Buy Easter Eggies NOW while stocks last!
<cue pipe and tabor> (whistle and drum) Hop, pretty one, skip, pretty one,
come come come come.
LdB <glower>
Rusty Hinge
bright green, streaked with the viridian shadows cast by tall trees
basking motionless in the almost horizontal rays of sunshine.
A little elf trips by, hand-in-hand with a flower-fairy.
Must get out the maypole and give it a lick of paint and some more gay
gossamer ribbons - and put away that Islay malt...
Merry tide of symbollo^h^h^symbolic confectionary innit.
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
>>
> Hmmm. Nearly all the pak-ice on the roads has melted, and the fields are
> bright green, streaked with the viridian shadows cast by tall trees
> basking motionless in the almost horizontal rays of sunshine.
>
8^O
December day duck-egg blue sky scatter streaked with grey the colour of a
pigeon's wing. Over the Black Country basin towards Walsall is a salmon haze
barely visible in a far-too clear sky. Why, I can see the trees on the Great
Barr like ash-smudged fingerprints against the coming dusk.
> A little elf trips by, hand-in-hand with a flower-fairy.
>
Two neighbourhood Chavs slouch by doing the statutory Boxing Day visit to
the Grandparents, her in a skirt too-tight and tottering in boots with heels
and him trailing his feet, fists thrust deep in pockets and you can tell
they are clenched.
Tears before bedtime.
> Must get out the maypole and give it a lick of paint and some more gay
> gossamer ribbons - and put away that Islay malt...
>
Must stop eating jellybeans as I am starting to get back-lash when I burp
and get out the cleaner as wretched son has threatened to come calling on
the 29th.
Why can;t her stay where he is put? Why this expensive gallivanting?
I weave tinsel in my hair, hang bells off my ears and my fur boots and I
will go out and dance on the lawn to unnerve the neighbours.
LdB
Rusty Hinge
>> Hmmm. Nearly all the pak-ice on the roads has melted, and the fields are
>> bright green, streaked with the viridian shadows cast by tall trees
>> basking motionless in the almost horizontal rays of sunshine.
>>
> 8^O
>
> December day duck-egg blue sky scatter streaked with grey the colour of a
> pigeon's wing. Over the Black Country basin towards Walsall is a salmon haze
> barely visible in a far-too clear sky. Why, I can see the trees on the Great
> Barr like ash-smudged fingerprints against the coming dusk.
>
it's going to rain.
>
>> A little elf trips by, hand-in-hand with a flower-fairy.
>
> Two neighbourhood Chavs slouch by doing the statutory Boxing Day visit to
> the Grandparents, her in a skirt too-tight and tottering in boots with heels
> and him trailing his feet, fists thrust deep in pockets and you can tell
> they are clenched.
> Tears before bedtime.
Trousers too tight, then?
>
>> Must get out the maypole and give it a lick of paint and some more gay
>> gossamer ribbons - and put away that Islay malt...
>>
> Must stop eating jellybeans as I am starting to get back-lash when I burp
> and get out the cleaner as wretched son has threatened to come calling on
> the 29th.
> Why can;t her stay where he is put? Why this expensive gallivanting?
> I weave tinsel in my hair, hang bells off my ears and my fur boots and I
> will go out and dance on the lawn to unnerve the neighbours.
Ah. my mother was told by an ancient dame that we (childer) would be 'a
comfort to her, in her old age'.)
Well, we tried innit.
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
> Ah. my mother was told by an ancient dame that we (childer) would be 'a
> comfort to her, in her old age'.)
>
> Well, we tried innit.
>
I think my mother was told about me, that I would become a scourge...
LdB
Vicki PS
"Lydia Dustbin" <marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote in message
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>
> "Humbug" <hum...@tofee.net> wrote in message
> news:hmnaj554nlouf72rs...@4ax.com...
>> On Mon, 21 Dec 2009 12:09:43 GMT, "Lydia Dustbin"
>> <marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>>
>>>It is a God-given right for all people over the age of, whatever, to own
>>>a
>>>car and to be able to get at that car taking no more than twenty steps
>>>from
>>>the comfort of the armchair and to be able to drive the car away without
>>>taking more than a swift glance over the shoulder.
>>>And probably park right outside the shop they need but I am starting to
>>>feel
>>>jaundiced.
>>
>> Yoiu're not from around these parts, are you.
>>
>
Ta, don't mind if I do.
I must say, when I visited the UK I was mildly astonished at the incredibly
disorderly parking. There seemed to be cars just dumped any which-way on
any available bit of pavement.
I can understand that this is because of older houses, terraces etc with no
provision for parking, but I cannot understand why new builds are approved
without provision for off-street parking? Seems utterly senseless to me.
Vicki PS
Rusty Hinge
> In alt.buttered.scones, (Rusty Hinge) wrote in
> <hh5q79$tko$1...@news.eternal-september.org>::
>
>> If you can see the trees on the Great Bear - as you were - Great Barr,
>> it's going to rain.
>
Arr. That be roight, 'appen, ye ken innit.
--
Rusty
Lydia Dustbin
a car and to be able to get at that car taking no more than twenty steps
>>>>from
>>>>the comfort of the armchair and to be able to drive the car away without
>>>>taking more than a swift glance over the shoulder.
>>>>And probably park right outside the shop they need but I am starting to
>>>>feel jaundiced.
>>>
>>> Yoiu're not from around these parts, are you.
>>
>> Oh, do join in and have a good moan.
>
> Ta, don't mind if I do.
>
> I must say, when I visited the UK I was mildly astonished at the
> incredibly disorderly parking. There seemed to be cars just dumped any
> which-way on any available bit of pavement.
>
> I can understand that this is because of older houses, terraces etc with
> no provision for parking, but I cannot understand why new builds are
> approved without provision for off-street parking? Seems utterly
> senseless to me.
>
which way another thing that amazes me... Not amazes.. Makes me feel sad?
Not even that.. Oh, whatever, but I use Street view in Googlerf ever such a
lot as I am scouring Britain for interesting terraces. Wheely bins.
Take one long street of smaller terraced houses with no provision for
parking and add a very small patch of a front garden and then add sometimes
two, or even three wheely bins.
Many of these city terraces have no access to the back other than a lane at
each end of the terrace so bins are kept out the front and I can understand
that.
I can only imagine the frustration some of the owners felt as the bins
started rolling up. You see some houses with immaculate little pocket
handkerchiefs of a garden who refuse to fill it with recycling stuff so
leave them all on the pavement. Again, understandable, but add cars parked
on the edges of pavements and often double parked and it don't h;lf make the
street a chicaine and what women with pushchairs do I haven't a clue - or
crutchy walkers, come to that.
Upon my life though, the council's zeal for recycling bins at every house
has turned some city areas into long stretches of building-site look-alikes.
But what to do? I have looked at streets in Europe... Filled with classical,
beautiful buildings, for instance, which have whopping big community bins of
all colours every few yards. This also looks horrid from a touristy point of
view. What to do?
It was said locally that people were not bothering to use recycling bins
parked in pub car parks or by community buildings, so home bins had to be
used. This links in a way with cars as I certainly know people round here
who never used the bins when they were by the local pub... Oh, and another
pet gripe of mine while I am again in hissing mood.
Dear Dudley, who have cancelled our two, three times a year large item
collection from the kerbside which always resulted in fascinating piles of
junk at the end of drives. Now you have to phone up for a collection and you
are charged so much for a sofa-sized item, so much for a fridgy thing, so
much for a load of wood or doors etc. etc...
I talked to someone, did they have a street collection scheme where a street
could pay so much and the all the houses be cleared at one go?
No. Each house would be...
But, surely, it would save your fuel and...
No. Each house would be...
Is there anyone else I can talk to about this???
<ding, click!> I explained. The whole road... One go... One fee! Hum??
No, each house would be...
Grrrr. You are in this for the money, then?
No, people have indicated that they prefer to be able to phone up and have a
swift collection. It is more convenient.
Which is why dumping on waste ground has increased over the last few years?
Bah!!! I had about fifteen peeps, and that was just this end of the road
who were more than happy to arrange a mass collection day. Now I had to tell
them that this would only take place if everyone was individually charged.
Bummer.
LdB
Humbug
A few months ago the Council sent round a circular saying that there
would be community skips in our road one Saturday, and we could put
anything we liked (or rather, I suppose, didn't like) in them.
I was away that weekend :-(
Bah!
--
Humbug
Vicki PS
> Not even that.. Oh, whatever, but I use Street view in Googlerf ever such
> a lot as I am scouring Britain for interesting terraces. Wheely bins.
> Take one long street of smaller terraced houses with no provision for
> parking and add a very small patch of a front garden and then add
> sometimes two, or even three wheely bins.
Ugh, yes, I know that of which you speak. I've been doing some family
history research, in the course of which I often resort to Google maps
street view to see if the old family mansions still stand. Very disjointing
(?) to look at a row of elderly terraces or cottages, neatly kept, with
nothing in the front yard except a car and a couple of bins.
>... Oh, and another pet gripe of mine while I am again in hissing mood.
>
> Dear Dudley, who have cancelled our two, three times a year large item
> collection from the kerbside which always resulted in fascinating piles of
> junk at the end of drives.
Oh, boo! What a mean thing to do. Kerbside collections are great, and as
any good council ought to know, if the junk sits there for more that a day
or two, most of it goes anyway. It's like a huge spread-out swap meet. And
it's a wonderful opportunity to observe a slice of suburban life, by looking
at what people throw away and what others will pick up.
Vicki PS
Vicki PS
>
> "Prunella" <Prun...@chelonium.plus.com> wrote in message
> news:A4wEp+GW...@nospam.demon.co.uk...
>>>It makes me think of eurhythmy at school. 8((
>>>'Float, float, veronica dear! Imagine the life-force pulsing through your
>>>body and flowing out through your fingertips!'
>>>'Float?' Thud, gallumph, bounce, bounce...
>>>>>
>>
>> Oh, that's brought back horrible memories of gym class. Girls grammar
>> school - gels, that were. White airtex top which had to be tucked into
>> grey school knickers of the almost-but-not-quite bloomer type. Not much
>> chance of gracefulness and lightness looking like that.
>>
> Wey-hey! We have nattered about this before but had to stop because all
> the talk of navyblue bloomers was turning Ron a bit peculiar.
>
> I say, did you also had to tuck everything into your bloomers? Like
> petticoats and jym-slip? We did and our hips looked... well!!
> Then after running and jumping and sweating and panting, untuck everything
> and return to first year French.
>
> Je suis pong like a polecat, anyone?
We had to wear navy cotton bloomers under our sports tunics, which were not
to be shorter than 5 inches from the floor (measured when kneeling). Our
headmistress also conducted bloomer parades, in which all girls were
required to line up and touch out toes so she could check that we were
wearing our bloomers. We also had to wear hats, ties and gloves (!!) to
and from school, (which latter two were sheer lunatic torture seeing as it
was a co-ed state school and we live in the sub-tropics).
BTW, do any of you ladies recall the craze for "witch's britches" in the
late 60s? Pantyhose were only just becoming available but skirts were
shorter, so every female suddenly started wearing long nylon knickers edged
with rows of lace and ribbon to hide their stocking tops. They made more
sense that half-slips, at least.
Vicki PS
Lydia Dustbin
"Vicki PS" <vpstafford_snaily_optusnet_splot_com_splot_au> wrote in message
news:4b3b5fb5$0$5422>> Dear Dudley, who have cancelled our two, three times
>> collection from the kerbside which always resulted in fascinating piles
>> of junk at the end of drives.
>
> Oh, boo! What a mean thing to do. Kerbside collections are great, and as
> any good council ought to know, if the junk sits there for more that a day
> or two, most of it goes anyway. It's like a huge spread-out swap meet.
> And it's a wonderful opportunity to observe a slice of suburban life, by
> looking at what people throw away and what others will pick up.
>
it seemed. You would hear the vans cruising, stopping, driving on or listen
to a clunk-clatter as something got carried away. There was very little left
worth recycling once the council lorry turned up.
Oh boy. Remember I told you about the great black bag mountain of the
nineties? When Wolverhampton refuse dept went on strike and as they are just
over the road one week we had a general collection and on the Horse car-park
it grew, mightilly, from an assortment of broken chairs and a bit of
plasterboard to a humongous pile of black bags. The men were muttering about
standing guard, but you should have seen the area by the time the Dudley
lorry arrived. Half of wolverhampton had taken advantage of the 'offer' and
normal refuse from the last three weeks appeared like magic.
Little dark figured dragging black bags through the park and over the road
after midnight...
Oh, we don;t get anything like that any more. It;s gone quite tame round
here since the wheely bins rolled up.
Now I think of it, the last thing I liberated from the end of a drive was
three rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. Very strange. There must have been
about a dozen rolls of the stuff in a cardboard box. Quite new and unopened.
I gave mine to her-next-door in exchange for three plastic freezer boxes.
LdB
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<marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>Now I think of it, the last thing I liberated from the end of a drive was
>three rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. Very strange. There must have been
>about a dozen rolls of the stuff in a cardboard box. Quite new and unopened.
>I gave mine to her-next-door in exchange for three plastic freezer boxes.
The bartered bride. It's a wrap, kiddies
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You know you're getting old when all your
houseplants are alive...but you can't
smoke any of them
Lydia Dustbin
"��� � ����-��" <r...@spamall.com> wrote in message
news:uhsmj5lk8hcfq2dqe...@4ax.com...
> On Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:27:20 GMT, "Lydia Dustbin"
> <marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>
>>Now I think of it, the last thing I liberated from the end of a drive was
>>three rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. Very strange. There must have
>>been
>>about a dozen rolls of the stuff in a cardboard box. Quite new and
>>unopened.
>>I gave mine to her-next-door in exchange for three plastic freezer boxes.
>
> The bartered bride. It's a wrap, kiddies
>
junk do you want....'
And I said 'Yes please!' and was handed two small earthenware pots... With
lids... with knobs on
She said they originally contained cheese but they remind me of funeral
urns, albeit oatmeal in colour.
very strange things.. Contained cheese??
Seems a funny shape to contain cheese.
>
> You know you're getting old when all your
> houseplants are alive...but you can't
> smoke any of them
.
snigger.
No house plants as I kill them all but I have a nice bunch of parsley
sitting in what looks suspiciously like an oatmeal coloured funeral urn,
LdB
Lydia Dustbin
"Vicki PS" <vpstafford_snaily_optusnet_splot_com_splot_au> wrote in message
>> Je suis pong like a polecat, anyone?
>
> We had to wear navy cotton bloomers under our sports tunics, which were
> not to be shorter than 5 inches from the floor (measured when kneeling).
> Our headmistress also conducted bloomer parades, in which all girls were
> required to line up and touch out toes so she could check that we were
> wearing our bloomers.
Good grief!!!
We also had to wear hats, ties and gloves (!!) to
> and from school, (which latter two were sheer lunatic torture seeing as it
> was a co-ed state school and we live in the sub-tropics).
>
It sounds nice, though... <wistful> Hats and gloves...
> BTW, do any of you ladies recall the craze for "witch's britches" in the
> late 60s? Pantyhose were only just becoming available but skirts were
> shorter, so every female suddenly started wearing long nylon knickers
> edged with rows of lace and ribbon to hide their stocking tops. They made
> more sense that half-slips, at least.
>
I can remember tightish long-legged knickers that came in flourecent
colours. Not sure if they had anything to do with stocking tops though. Mine
were bright pink... Came to just over the knee.
Oh lor, here we go again... Worn under a circular skirt <sigh> and peticoat
made with yards, and yards, and yards of frilled netting <double sigh> and
always with a tight, broad belt, then hop up on the back of the motorbike
and try to control the petticoat as you were whisked away. <treble sigh and
a faint sob>
About the only time in my life when I felt really girly-whirly was wearing
them skirts.
And winkle-pickers with nasty sharp little heels. Earlier than the sixties,
I suspect.
LdB
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<marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>
>"��� � ����-��" <r...@spamall.com> wrote in message
>news:uhsmj5lk8hcfq2dqe...@4ax.com...
>> On Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:27:20 GMT, "Lydia Dustbin"
>> <marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>>
>>>Now I think of it, the last thing I liberated from the end of a drive was
>>>three rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. Very strange. There must have
>>>been
>>>about a dozen rolls of the stuff in a cardboard box. Quite new and
>>>unopened.
>>>I gave mine to her-next-door in exchange for three plastic freezer boxes.
>>
>> The bartered bride. It's a wrap, kiddies
>>
>Huh!!! The other day her-next-door came round and said, 'i am throwing out
>junk do you want....'
>And I said 'Yes please!' and was handed two small earthenware pots... With
>lids... with knobs on
>She said they originally contained cheese but they remind me of funeral
>urns, albeit oatmeal in colour.
Have you seen a funeral urn recently? I have, and it wasn't
earthenware, but I suppose they do vary
>very strange things.. Contained cheese??
>
>Seems a funny shape to contain cheese.
>>
>> You know you're getting old when all your
>> houseplants are alive...but you can't
>> smoke any of them
>.
>snigger.
>No house plants as I kill them all but I have a nice bunch of parsley
>sitting in what looks suspiciously like an oatmeal coloured funeral urn,
They do like a bit of potash
I buy parsley fresh, growing in a pot from the supermarket, spilt it
up and plant a dozen bits in the greenhouse. Grow like weeds they
do, then I chops 'em down, swills 'em off and bags 'em in the deep
freeze.
Drag out a bit now and again, crush it up and you've got virtually
fresh parsley for ever
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Rusty Hinge
> "��� � ����-��" <r...@spamall.com> wrote in message
> news:uhsmj5lk8hcfq2dqe...@4ax.com...
>> On Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:27:20 GMT, "Lydia Dustbin"
>> <marrowjam@[wild]blueyonder.co.uk> wrote:
>>
>>> Now I think of it, the last thing I liberated from the end of a drive was
>>> three rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. Very strange. There must have
>>> been
>>> about a dozen rolls of the stuff in a cardboard box. Quite new and
>>> unopened.
>>> I gave mine to her-next-door in exchange for three plastic freezer boxes.
>> The bartered bride. It's a wrap, kiddies
>>
> Huh!!! The other day her-next-door came round and said, 'i am throwing out
> junk do you want....'
> And I said 'Yes please!' and was handed two small earthenware pots... With
> lids... with knobs on
> She said they originally contained cheese but they remind me of funeral
> urns, albeit oatmeal in colour.
> very strange things.. Contained cheese??
Usually 'Stilton'.
Horrid thing to do to a cheese. Occasionally, the 'Stilton' is
adulterated with port - probably, 'Port'.
>
> Seems a funny shape to contain cheese.
>> You know you're getting old when all your
>> houseplants are alive...but you can't
>> smoke any of them
> .
> snigger.
Yup, Aloe vera doesn't smoulder too well, venus fly trap neither.
The scented geronimo might be interesting thobut.
> No house plants as I kill them all but I have a nice bunch of parsley
> sitting in what looks suspiciously like an oatmeal coloured funeral urn,
>
Tip - dry and save teabags. When wanted, moisten them and sow mustard
and cress on them,
Mow them when ready.
--
Rusty
Rob Rait
> I've had Stilton and similar cheeses in pots.
We've bought Stilton in pots before. It seems to be a lot more crumbly
than the wedges. And probably less tasty...
--
So many cats
So few recipes
Lydia Dustbin
> Oh lor, here we go again... Worn under a circular skirt <sigh> and
> peticoat made with yards, and yards, and yards of frilled netting <double
> sigh> and always with a tight, broad belt, then hop up on the back of the
> motorbike and try to control the petticoat as you were whisked away.
> <treble sigh and a faint sob>
> About the only time in my life when I felt really girly-whirly was wearing
> them skirts.
>
Siiigh....
Vicki PS
Oooh yessss.
That's pretty much what I have to make for No.1 daughter, for her wedding
gown (wedding is 6 March).
Vicki PS
Rusty Hinge
> Znep <E-0C0013...@cleopatra.co.uk> wrote:
>
>> I've had Stilton and similar cheeses in pots.
>
> We've bought Stilton in pots before. It seems to be a lot more crumbly
> than the wedges. And probably less tasty...
>
--
Rusty