Just seen Varley eating a bag of chips on Peel seafront, he was wearing flipflops with socks! this afternoon he is heading to the pound shop to buy a new baccy tin.

C/W knotted hankie.

And rolled up trousers.

We don't have any Poundshops. We do have a Dealz, an emporium displaying the bad spelling endemic in enemy occupied Hibernia. It replaced Woollies which I understand was transported to the colonies for the sin of having unadventurous bankers.

My dear chap you're living in a Colony. British Irish Sea Territory, be careful or youse all will be deported to Mauritius. Uncle Sam wants a big Aircraft Carrier. Yo Sunak.

You chaps are good with tarmac. I am sure you could find a bothie free stretch without bumps that would suit them well enough. After all, the continental cousins all claim Hibernian connections on one side of the blanket or another.

(On second thoughts a PX might go down very well).

The PX is doing a roaring trade in Diego Garcia but few local Chagossians avail of it. And so it will be with the poor wretches from Mona.

Have not seen Varley lately, a friend of his tells me that he is making plans for a winter holiday sprout picking in Lincolnshire, good luck with that.

If there were no pickers for this king of the brassicas then I would be there in a trice. Fortunately there are still sufficient pickers visiting by boat to be my proxies.

Not so good today had to pick my own broad beans, potatoes and mint - all in the rain. I wonder if Sparkie would lend my Faversham for the weekends. He could iron the papers for me too. I do miss staff when they're off.

Eyup varley, did you know that Ken Dod's dog's dead.

Had a day out last weekend and went to the Bray Air Show and was glad that I braved the crowds, the chip vans and children letting their 99's drip over my best Nike's. All the usual suspects were in the air and for once the Red Arrows were not the star of the show, this year the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight upstaged them. A Lancaster Bomber flanked by a Spitfire and a Hurricane had the spectators spellbound and everyone went home happy.
And anyways this is a Bank Holiday in good old Rep Ireland and our brave boys in green whipped the Eyeties last night in a lacklustre match in the Aviva (really Landsdown Road).

'... A Lancaster Bomber flanked by a Spitfire and a Hurricane had the spectators spellbound and everyone went home happy. ...'

Sticking with the up and downers I see.

Allo mon braves for it is I returned from the wilds of Harland and Bluff to annoy you all once again. Sad to say my sojourn to the Isle of Man didn't result in a poke 'o chips or some Manx kippers from Varley but then he always was a miserable sod to us lower deck minions. I nor with some surprise ES has decamped to Tibet, bet that came as a surprise to the Dali Lama, an uncouth and uncivilised injuneer arriving unannounced, no doubt that tightened his nuts. Meanwhile Sir William bravely soldiers on keeping the scurvy band of brigands that pass for the crew in order. Personally I'll just stick with Eric and Squeek, at least with then a boot up the arse works wonders. I will be back aboard until some other bit falls off so in the meantine if you require any injuneering services Yellow Pages is a good place to start. Slante one and all.

YM it was an Air Show! At a railway open day you don't expect to see a combined harvester.

Aye indeed, me and Davy Lama had a right old chinwag about all his horses and their odds for the Derby, Ascot Gold Cup and Grand National, a genuine son of the turf. His main preoccupation is whether to stick with the orange bed sheet or to get a set of tweeds and Hunter wellies. Tibet is a back packers paradise food and drink are cheap but the goat curry was always a bit scraggy similar to Chef Varleys offerings.

Glad to have you back aboard Tmac. Tots up in the pAX bar later.

How do you think harvesters reproduce then?

Our goat's although free range (or to some should be in-range) might be a bit stringy. My llama dal, though, to pray for.

There is a new dunk and dip hamster stall in Dublin, mind the little bastards dont nip you before you dunk in the hot fat.

Nae problem, I use my 7llb shifter and play "wack-a-mole" on them, great fun but harder to do the more nissed you get. :chuckle:

Thank you kindly Sir William, glad to be home again. At least you put your hand in your pocket to welcome me back unlike some I could mention. :mad::yawn:

You visit here without so much as a by-your-leave, fail to pay the manorial toll or signing the visitors book and you expect the big hello (or should that be the small goodbye). See anything you liked?

Tmax is welcome onboard any ship of mine, anytime.

See anything you liked? Well we both saw you and neither of us liked you, in truth we took an instant dislike to the broad waisted, narrow minded moaning Mona.
Top Tip, don't mess with the Black Gang.

I can assure you my head is just as fat as at my equator.

(How can I be narrow minded, anyway. I have heathen Hibernians amongst my correspondents?)

Heathen Hibernians 2 : 1 Christian Hearts

I understand the ratio WRT lions was worse.

Oh I am shocked at the remarks made to the finest Electrical officer afloat.

He mentions "Heathen Hibernians" not too sure what they are. same as Bog Trotters are they?.