Maternity ward of the Deltic engine, used in locomotives and boats...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3bj47TAYiU

...just right for Halloween.
6 banks of them to make an engine.
2 engines per loco.

Witchcraft i tells ya.

No witchcraft here from Newton Le Willows.
A simple, successful and reliable British product from Newton Le Willows for the Victorian Railways.
Sixty J class locos were built there in 1954 by the Vulcan Foundry.
Couple of pics herewith.
Geoff (YM)

Did a 2 week training course with Ruston in NLW, in the old Vulcan Works which was living history of the industrial age. On average Vulcan delivered a steam engine to The Great Indian Peninsula Railway every 10 days for over 100 years. And now it is a development of luxury apartments.

Nothing to cut the capsule…?

Have Harrods or Harvey Nicks got a more petite ladies version?

Pull the other one.

I heard two people in a row over whether it’s Licorice or Liquorice.

Takes all sorts.

Clever road sign: :bounce:

When the Compact Cassette and VHS were superseded, people obviously needed one of these for the new format…

I am reminded of a Burger King poster which I saw, just once, near Bournemouth University.
In those days we didn’t routinely carry a camera and when I went back it had gone - So I suspect a spoof.

“Burger King - ‘king tasty.”

It may not have been a spoof, Malcolm! There was such an ad campaign in Mexico, obviously in spanish, but when translated into English, there were many such "gaffes" which caused me many a snigger! The campaign featured a cartoon animated King, hence the "king tasty" burger (which was one such offer, "rey sabroso"!
Rgds.
Dave

The Annual Hecklers Anonymous Christmas meeting is on 10th December @ 7pm.

Bring your own boos.

I posted this before on "another site."
There is a furniture company in Northampton (Northants, England,)called Sofa King. They chose that name because their prices are "Sofa King Low."
They occupy premises that used to be a cinema in the Far Cotton neighbourhood, close to the old railway sidings.

You have just activated my memory, Roy! When we lived in Kettering, we went to Northampton a lot. The wife saw an advert for leather sofas at a good price. We went to see them, but they were tiny! I think it was Sofa King, south of the city centre and not too far from the Rugby ground.

Rgds,
Dave

Just seen a magic tractor turn into a field

That would be the place, Dave.

Regards,
Roy.

There's a furniture company in Welsh Wales called Sofa Sofa - presumably in case one is hard of hearing?

There's a sex shop in Hull, on a road called Mount Pleasant....(never been in it)..And hear is one for varley....We also have a village nearby called The Land of Nod

Then in Heswall, there was the Wirral Organ Centre. Always caused my mother to giggle.

Her favourite joke was:
"Want to be a film star? Stand in front of the fire until you're Googie Withers!"

Rgds.
Dave

Amusing place names.

In Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, the heart of the Amish Country, there are a few small places with strange sounding names, i.e.

Bird in Hand;
Intercourse;
Paradise.

From memory there is also a small hamlet named Virginville in the locality, but I don't see it listed on my Rand McNally Road Atlas!

Footnote:

I lived in Pennsylvania for 9 years in the 1970's and '80's and survived the "catastrophe" of the "accident" at the Three Mile Island nuclear power plant. I watched a documentary about it recently, and the "consumer rights activist" Ralph Nader featured and I couldn't believe my ears when he stated that "hundreds of thousands of Americans on the East Coast were in a panic." Believe me, we weren't. Good old gallows humour was everywhere, and as I did my daily round of delivering to supermarkets I enjoyed some good banter with my customers along the lines of,"Good morning Roy, you've got a healthy glow this morning!" to which I would reply, "Thanks Sue, you're looking radiant yourself."

Happy days!

Land to the east of Eden.

E-S would claim it to be this sainted Isle as being east of his boggy bothie-covered Eden. For me, of course, it would be my former domicile now served, at Heysam and Liverpool, with Packets connecting it with Nirvana.

(There could be a little sparky joke there but I don't know how the cables lie).

Place names can raise a smile due to their connection with vulgar ditties and the like. As a boy I was briefly mystified by both Ma and Pa getting the giggles when passing a signpost to Coleshill. Pa filled that gap in my understanding once Ma was out of earshot.

A story from my time in Pennsylvania.

A couple from one of the Southern States were touring and came across a small town called Ephrata. (Pronounced Effrerta). They got into an argument about how it should be pronounced. The wife suggested they stop somewhere and ask a local resident so the husband pulled off the road into a drive through restaurant. When they collected their order, the husband asked the person at the window how they pronounced the name, and to say it slowly as they had never been there before. The employee replied, "Mac.....don......alds."

East of Eden. East of Ipswich. East of Suez. Remember the Raj.

Where is this thread heading? Where has it come from? What is humorous or smutty or mysterious about Coleshill? Are they putting something in the water supply in dodgy Mona? Will the approaching budget "Do" for crooked Mona? Answers in a self-addressed envelope to Blue Peter or Biddy Baxter.

Yes the thread does need perking up with some quality jokes. I shall attempt to rescue it ...


What is a shitzu?

A zoo with no animals in it.

Spot on. The thread is now off oxygen and will be on solids tomorrow. Well done the BCHS.

If you want places with unusual-sounding names you only have to look at a map of Newfoundland Canada and it will keep you browsing for ages.
A starter Come-By-Chance.

There was a young lady called Coleshill
Who inadvertently sat on a mole's hill
The resident mole put its head up the hole
Miss Coleshill's all right but the mole's ill

Whilst we remain solvent Westminster can affect any duty or VAT (when we are not taking advantage of a sleeping UK chancellor those in the customs union share all VAT and customs duty equally by head of population) those of us fortunate enough to have our own share capital or pensions supported by UK investments have the profits from those shared with the UK taking 19 % corporation tax - for which, I think, there is no longer relief for those outside the UK. Another change which is to our advantage is that pensions earned while domiciled in the UK are no longer taxed in the UK. The Uk beneficiary would be additionally disadvantaged by capital gains tax which we are not.

We did artificially increase the hardness of our water supply (whether the whole Island or not I don't know). This was done to limit the uptake of piping lead into the naturally 'soft' supply.

I doubt your chemical analysis. I'm sure an environment comprising 21% being Bob's laughing gas would need enrichment in order to support life.

I spent a little time in the above places in Germany 1955-1959 and had a lot of fun there.

Giggle, snigger, giggle! Thanks, Uncle John! It has been a bad day today.
Rgds.
Dave

Ah, All is forgiven. You were not fucking about you were about Fucking.

A sailor dies one Saturday and appears at the Pearly Gates. Presently St Peter appears and asks him what he wants. "I have been a God-fearing seafarer all my working life, I have worked diligently and been honest in all my dealings never stealing, keeping the Lord's Day holy and being kind to my fellow man". "Ah jolly good" says St Peter "sounds like your application will be accepted but we've a bit of an overtime ban on up here at the moment so just take a seat over there on the grass and we'll process your application on Monday". Wearily the sailor trudges over to the grass verge and sits down to wait for Monday morning. He hasn't been there long when a Solicitor appears and he too rings the bell at the Pearly Gates. Once again St Peter appears and asks him what his business is. "I've been a solicitor all my working life, I have been diligent in all my dealings, done the best for my clients, always kept the Lord's Day holy and been kind to my fellow man". "Ah come in!" booms St Peter. The gate is only just starting to close before the sailor rises sharply from his grassy waiting room and jams a foot in the gate to stop it closing. "Now look here!" he shouts at St Peter. "Here am I with the same claims for admission and yet I have to wait until Monday due to an overtime ban yet the 'effin' solicitor rocks up and is admitted today - Saturday. What's the game?" "Ah says St Peter patiently. We get so few of them up here.


...and while I think about it (thinking of previous posts on names of establishments up and down this fine land) there is a Funeral Directors in Blackpool called Box Brothers! No there really is!

Down here in Bournemouth we have one called Harry Tomes - pronounced as tombs.

I saw a furniture van once that I'm sure wasn't a mobile dentist but the name on it was Tooth Removals.

FFS Varley, there's fcuk all difference.

Has mucky mouth varley been on a bender?

In a rage The Noble Lord reminds me of Dominic Raab.

What will varly do when he looses his good looks?

Similar to Ken Dodd he'll have to give up the male modelling.

A dyslexic man walks into a bra..