Regrettably we do have soup and fish cutlery (the latter called by the even lower orders; 'fish eaters'). Despite this some still ends up on the weskit.

However humble the homested - Crittall windows will make it humbler, just as flat rooving makes it wetter. The dining room ceiling fell-in overnight, had bathroom flood Spring 22 which caused monsoon in that downstairs. Apparently not much damage but several months of de-humidifier and the early summer sun playing on the flat roof above finally de-stuck ceiling paper. Fortunately no guests or pussycats involved.

Dabber? No idea. Blue rinse? Will have to see if one of mother's dresses will compliment same otherwise will keep barnet usual skyblue-pink bouffont - tiara for Housie-housie, pearls for wrap eating.

(Mr. Google suggest dabbing a feature marijuana taking. Is making smoke signals with a bong Vice signalling?)

Hi varley, is it true that piggy sturgon has her moterhome parked at yours, better shift it on the hurryup. with I.O.M. being part of Scotland it is the first place plod will look.

It is far more likely to be one of those eyesore-making wheeliebins dug-in above the Cloch Light. Steaming passed that rubbish tip once a month made me realise that I knew nothing of the tastelessness of others. Here I have no tongue in cheek - whether the owners be lairds or resurrectionists it should never have been allowed. The Island does allow campervans, unfortunately, but caravans are illegal.

But. Why do we fret about how the built environment looks? (or in that case the portable environment). Surely it is more important that the vista we enjoy from inside (both that which is built and that which comes through the windows) than what one's vantage point for doing this looks like to passers-by.

I have been refused permission to replace a broken skylight because it is a 'feature'. The little green eyed jobsworth's idea of a feature marks him out one who spent more of his time as a student 'studying' particularly ugly Victorian piss-houses rather than any knowledgeable texts on Deco. The architect made sure this, then watertight, window was not generally seen. From inside only from the corridor leading to the maid's room and from the outside only if flying over yet I cannot replace it.

I suppose I have something to be grateful for. Having saved the budget for the job refusal allowed me to spend it at 'The WineCellar' instead.

Appeal dear boy, Appeal.

And use a solicitor familiar to the local Council.

Hi varley, if you are having bother with the powers that be let me know i know some mafia types from Dublin who will gladly nip over and sort them ....no charge.

I don't think the Kinehan Cartel do handbags with planning appeals.

Appealing? That is the nicest thing anyone has called me since my kidney cyst was described as almost normal.

(No point. I have drunk the budget. Presently engaged in legal warfare with the borough over lampposts. Allowed by my licence under conditions. Conditions changed against licence last year. They claim licence could never have existed as they don't agree with it, my ownership denied despite paper trail. So far GBP 2K spent with advocate and faced with taking action in Court).

You are in danger of becoming "Disgusted on the Port Erin Omnibus", relax, put a bit of perspex over your windows and treat yourself to a bottle of Grey Goose.

sorry been busy lately. Where are we? Hope we are headed somewhere nice. Think we all need a good run ashore. Been up to the driving room and looked at the map thingy. Noted a "X" on the pencil line. seems like lands end 20 mile off the Port bow.

So we're going down the channel. LEFO.

EYUP ES i have now named co Leitrim the land of poo after just putting my flask of tea in a wet one!

Well, it sounds as if we are going down a channel. Which way-up was the map thingy?

Rusty, please wipe that off the bottom before offering sippers to ES.

EYUP Varly i have found a job for you in Ballinamore, the high school is looking for a man to referee the sports day javelin over tens compertition.....Dustbin lid provided!

That gander you suggested is making eyes at me through the Perspex. Perhaps the dealer misheard my request for a grey one.

Hmmm iron Mikes turning us to the left. Guess we must be heading for Gib. Never mind, couple of good bars there. and plenty of places to visit in the Med.

The old Chief Engine Serang
Was weary night and day
For half his lads were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.

It looks like ink has dried up, even he Bard of Laxey is hoarding the radiant blue.

Varly is busy on his hot dog stall, he is also learning how to ride a bike when pissed if you spot him tell him plod are looking for him as he did not pay his library fine from 1962!

Bard. I've never been barred. I was even allowed in the Gentleman's bar when Joyce had the Woody!

(I have been refused, once. It must have been the short trousers).

A back street pub? You're a sea front kind of man, as are Tmax and King Cod. Remain in The Woody and you'll start rolling your own.

reduce to slow ahead ... stop both ... slow astern port ...stop engines. FWE Tmac.
get those lines ashore cut outs 2 and one each end.
fuel barge will be alongside in an hour.
Gangway ashore please. Shore supply cable soon as you can so Tmac can shut the Genny down..
Shore leave for all at 12;00hrs

Man, man. Five movements, there'll certainly be no problem if you want a toot or two on the tooter.

So the bunker man signs his own delivery note?

Better check on the electrickery tariff. Don't want them breaking into my switchboard to instal a smart meter (I got a fairly smart meter, the boy turns the wee handlie thing and shouts out where the pointer thingy points) .

Have a word with your electrickery cut out Mr Varley. I asked him to get me an insulated screw and he came back with a Wren in rubber boots

I'll send the boy up in a tick with the rest of her uniform. I can't understand it, our cut-out normally knows how to conduct himself.

I insist on having the orange horse thingy at the top .........:jester:

Balloons! That's a relief. When you were heard saying we were all out of puff I thought Faversham was going to have kittens.

He had at least one when he saw Lord Varleys hot dog.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=7hgdCoWA5nw&feature=share7

It's probably just as well that that link doesn't work for me. Was a bun involved or just a Jelly-roll?

(See? We squares ain't that higorent!)

You'll have the coconutty one that no one wants, you greedy boy. If you pull a face you'll get sent straight to bed with no supper.

No supper may not do me any harm ....:big_tongue:

Watching satellite tv: Discovery, Nat Geography, Eden etc, Australia would appear to have more than its fair share of deadly beasties. From Irukandji and Blue Ringed Octopus to Funnel Web Spiders and a plethora of snakes, the list is extensive. Am I being alarmist or is the annual list of deaths tolerable?

I would say there is more danger on the N4 heading out of Dublin on a Friday tea time, you also have to watch out for highway robbers selling spuds and strawberrys.

Not as not much harm as it would do me!

Can one not bait one's hook with Wexford Strawberries or Dublin Queens spuds? A tasty treat for a dace or rudd one would think.
BTW is Tmax fishing with you?

On the ‘today’s birthdays’ -
TMac celebrates the anniversary of his naissance.
Many more of them sir!

And may he have as many more of them as he wishes for himself.

(Ahem. I take it he is putting on a case? Later, of course, later. No rush).

Happy Birthday Tmac, Have a good one Sir with many more to come.

Best wishes Tmac.
(Haven't seen you on TV here in Oz for a while.)

Some Aussie bit part actor called James Cameron seems to have cornered the market for Titanic comment. But our man should not be misunderestimated, he has access to 5400 wooden pallets and will probably have a bonfire outside Cameron's house. Over here life under a bowler gives you influence.

From the Daily Express:

In Australia's outback, a team of researchers from a university and a museum has found a new deadly snake species.
The desert whip snake, Demansia Cyanochasma, is found in remote desert regions of Central Australia, the eastern parts of the Northern Territory, and across Western Australia.

Dear God is there no end to the critters down under?