Just how wealthy was Lord Finchley?
Was it inherited or did he win the pools?

It's M'Lady that, when done with shocking
Would have kept the purse (for doing shopping
And perhaps, we hear, as gossip from beneath the stair
To bung the artisan, for roly-poly in his van)

If our F's the first ennobled of his line
(Earned in service of the military kind?)
Then such gongs, in times of tension
Often come attached to pension

If our corpse is further down the family tree
It maybe he didn't have a pot for pee
Death duties, being what they are,
He might not have had a motor car.

I've been through the Blackwall Tunnel lots of times but usually on my motor bike -- never had to 'itch through there. :bye:

Need a Triumph twin for that Tom. Halfway through the tunnel fully retard it foe a few seconds the fully advance it. Scares the crap out of people with the bangs and flames from the exhaust ha ha

We noticed the mess when his Lordship gave gainful employment to the Trotter family.

THATS IT!! its what this ship needs...."A Del Boy and a Boycie" (already got a couple of rodneys in the catering department).
Hey Tom, Is that land off the Starboard bow moving or are we still cracking on a bit?...seems to be getting closer

That there land is Chinkland -- Hong Kong tomorrow -- have a spot reserved on the Kowloon side. Thought the following place might be of some interest to our cosmopolitan crew. Even Red might be interested in the decor. Sister Eleff also??

"Ned Kelly’s was famously the first Jazz bar in Asia and remains Hong Kong’s oldest bar. If this isn’t enough to draw your interest, it also plays some of the best live music in Hong Kong seven nights a week. Named after the famous Aussie outlaw, you can expect some antipodean touches throughout the dimly lit saloon, such as framed rugby jerseys and posters, but most of all, a carefree, friendly vibe. The house band plays swing jazz every night from 21:00. Find Ned Kelly’s Last Stand on Ashley Road on Ashley Road," :supercool::supercool:

Ned Kelly's, eh? I might be able to blag free drinks all round, as I think he was known to my ancestors. He might have been a friend, or maybe a cousin. On the other hand, he did shoot a policeman by the name of Kennedy.(My family name!)

It was all a very long time ago.

Worth a try though, no guts, no glory.

:pint:

go for it Dart Skipper. enough of us here to back you up mate.

Right then, follow me. Last one to the bar does the washing up!

Bar excursion leader buys the first round, though! :pint:

That is very irresponsible,"last one does the washing up", I was here first and I don't mind buying the drinks, and I am sorry about anyone I hurt getting here, you can cheer yourselves up by making jokes about Yorkshiremen never buying drinks. There is some truth in this canard, our manifest superiority means most people are so impressed by this, and of course our natural modesty, that we often drink for free.

My shout, fill 'em up, can you take an IOU? Fair enough, "Please do not ask for credit as a smack in the teeth often offends". Sorry I ducked, the man behind got it.

Take it out of this!

Pile in lads, haven't had a good barney since last time. Don't leave anyone behind, let's scoot to the next bar, sharpish.

one rubber band plus one small piece of plastic and.....Boom! next bar then Tom were right behind you mate

Yes Tom, we are behind you, now mind you behave in here, I came for a quiet drink, then you started that fight. Should have more sense.

Did somebody mention fight?.... injuneer and Irish, great combination....:jester:

Stand forward, Tmac, no-one cares if you have a punch-up in Hong Kong, or am I thinking of Callao 70 years ago? Give 'm hell, we will be down the road when you've done.

Second thoughts, Tmac is our buddy, and he looks after the all the roundy roundy up-and-downy stuff, let's stand behind him and see how it pans out. I'm not leaning on this chair, I'm just about picking it up till the moment crystallises.

I've been thrown out of plenty of better bars than that one..:shock:

Good man Farmer John, Just keep you head down when I start to swing the 7llb shifter round my head..... Faugh a Ballagh. :shock:

I've been thrown into better bars than this :jester:

To quote WC Fields "A woman drove me to drink and I didn't have the good manners to thank her"

Right you local lads, make room at the bar for the real men. Oi! who you staring at?... Tom he's staring at you mate!...can I hit him? ... Whoooosh!! thump thud bang.... Oh sorry Tmac didnt realise it was your turn. Made a mess of his head Tmac! heh heh heh

I had an acquaintance once who told me his wife drove him to drink. I told him my wife made me walk to the pub! :pint:

That last "feller" hit me with his purse -- think he had a 15 inch Stillson in there. I agree to move on -- not very welcome in that last pub. Mind you, I think we came out relatively unscathed -- one black eye, a couple of bruises and scratches -- nothing that our kind and attentive nursing staff can't look after? :)

Slow down Tmac we have the entire evening to go yet. Plenty more skulls to crack heh heh

How dare you call Tmac low down. Just because he beavers in the bowels of GD it doesn't mean he is not in the ranks of the gentlefolk. Respect, plumber, respect!

ha ha..A typo David. I have corrected it now thanks.

Time to head back to the GD gents. I think we did very well in that last casino we played - well Varley's selfie stick was great for looking at everyone else's cards!!! Night caps on the pool deck on me. :pint:

Oh...Night caps!...O am all for that Tom. Make mine a large one please Steward.

Phew, lucky we turned onto a new page when we did, things were getting a little hot fo us. I knew borrowing that jeep was a daft idea, good job it drove itself into the deepest darkest part of the dock after bringing us home.

A little relaxing drink before bed? Don't mind if I do.

Aye is a good life for some,:) Injuneers never sleep, somebody has to keep the lights on :smoking:

We know how dedicated you are Tmac, we have seen you resting your eyes for hours whilst playing at being a pig with occasional whistles.

I can see why you have to keep the lights on, there must be many furious fathers out hunting you.

Aye! ...but the'll never catch him. too quick for them see. Mind you I think he is running out of safe ports these days.
Reckon we should venture into some less visited ports

You can't take all the credit for that. You only turn the armarotor thingy in the stayput bit with the big three pin plug box. It IS usually your bit that forgets to do the that whirling bit but occasionally the breaker breaks or other eletrickeries beyond your ken are responsible.

Shocking!!

Surely just enlightening?

I leave the vagaries of eltrickery to you David, like the old riddle "what's black and charred and hangs from the deckhead?"......... an injuneer changing a bulb :jester:

save eletrickery....... there lots of exciting thing you can do in the dark :wink:

A bulb ? .... a bulb ? ..... isn't that what a daffodil comes out of ? (it's a pretty weed, I'll give it that.)

Is it too much to hope that we can go over to flickering flambeaux? Not too good for H&S, but dramatic and romantic.

I think it is too much, let's go back to a guttering candle stuck into a barrel of gunpowder.

I think I have been having too much Yohoho.

We've just worked out we've been married for 46 years, not a landmark, but damn it, I have been lucky.

You reminded me of a night on the town many years ago, Tom. Mike had drunk more than his fair share, and decided to quit. After tripping over a few bar stools, crashing into the pool table, trying to push the door open instead of pulling it towards him, and finally ending up face down on the sidewalk, (yes, it was in the USA,) Bill remarked laconically that it was "A good thing that Mike was driving home, because he sure as hell can't walk." :shock: