I always wondered why we had to learn Algebra, I never had any intention of going there or even speaking the language. Another thing where the hell is Logarithm? somewhere near Siberia I expect.

Nowhere near Mundrabilla unless Loongana is in someway related.

Logarithm is something one has....man (especially if one's family has dipped into the bituminous rock barrel).

Its the far side of Nurina, on the Up Line.

Surely the far side of grumbling is more akin to apoplexy and certainly not in need of uppers.

Well done ES.
You are learning.
Would you like the position of stationmaster there? :wave:

No. Its heavy going there, I'll look for an easier job probably in Port Headland.

and BODMAS...always thought that was a darn great field in Devon.

Hi BB and China's, good to be safely back on board. Went for a wee dander through various threads and ended up in an argy-bargy and got a right handbagging. Of to my stateroom for an hour or two of GB-News and a few Z's, see youse at happy hour.

Oh hello ES. thought everyone had abandoned ship and left me behind. You go enjoy your nap mate. Tmacs got the 4 til 8 so no worries.

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns.

Yes I've been promoted to Clown, second class. But I'm working on it.

Disappointing!
I was led understand that you were already first class.
Dunno who told me though.

No, he is just being an opportunist. He's just found a pair of oversized crocodiled engine-room boots to go with his falley-to-bits Noddycar.

(But if he slings just one bucket of custard over me he'll be dangling off the end of any one of my collection of Meggers between smokoes).

T'was on the good ship Dreamer
dwelt an injun room schemer
he had such devious plans afoot
about how he could obtain bags of loot
Alas for him and his devious plan
the Chief he was a clever man
the schemers plans they came to naught
as by the goolies he was caught
and now he schemes and plans no more
he's locked behind the injun room door
a sad tale of woe he does relate
about how his danglers got in such a state
times are hard and things get very rough
when you try to fool an injuneer from Harland and Bluff.

Tank yew I'm here all week

Ah Tmax, are you still living in Drumlister?

Nah moved to Bucknah years ago. Ahoghill got to crowed for me,

Moved from Drumlister? I heard the neighbours HAD you moved due to the noise you were making with your Lambeg Tom.

Lambeg Tom? I can hear the ears of the Ballabrooie Bicycle, a wanton slut of a pussycat, prick. Work'us beat him to it and her two surviving kittens were both conceived and born within a metre of my bedhead. Mind you, the effort proved too much for him eventually, dropped dead from congestive heart disease (almost in my arms but, anyway, with a gentlemanly consideration for others).

Speaking of Kittens, a strange cat came and gave birth to 4 of them. the Mother cat comes back to feed them regular and sods off again.

Ballabrooie sounds like a housing estate, perhaps a sink estate. We hope you don't live in it or adjacent to it.

When I saw the poem I hoped Barrie Youde had returned from exile but half way throu I realised it wasn't him. Barrie is a wordsmith you're only a blacksmith.

Not a sink estate at all but, indeed, very adjacent. More so than is McDonalds, a stink estate.

(Semidetached, gardens front and back, more than a garage or two, genteel in all but gating. Originally with Crittall windows - they, however, have been allowed to change them out so only one poor bugger still has them. Like mine, taped and stoppered up. I am not allowed to).

Crittall windows, are you familiar with them? Oh yes, we speak of little else in East Antrim.

There speaks a man who knows not the never draughtless pile. I have a French window the gap around which would have given Monty just as much trouble in its closing as that around Falaise.

That art deco failed to arrive in rebel held Hibernia before 1939, never to attempt the journey again, is the one feature of that heathen land that has some attraction.

Its the old conundrum V, the old conundrum; does one prefer a silver salt cellar that doesn't work to a plastic one that does.
Have you considered a roll of grade 2 listed winter duct tape?