planedriver

2 for 3 pounds?  Lurpack AND her sister?

 

(Funny name, that.  Is that an English thing?)

 

And your misses wonders why you take so bloody long at the grocery store, Have we got some news for her!

A friend who used to be a pilot on BEA Trident"s, always said "if you have a problem with one of the engines, he considered it to be a pain in the ar*e".

 Maybe Nev can relate to that?

I've said it before many times and will say it again.

Don't care what it is, but "simplicity is the essence of reliability".

I too, have had a few problems with a floppy, but no longer have the drives .

Now THAT'S an inconvenience. 

How'd you guess that?

We all make a few mistakes as we get older.

Don't get fooled by what I call Viagra Mints.

They may be blue, but don't seem to work somehow 

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Red750I agree with you. Just having a go at growing my own pineapple. (In Sydney ).

 

Tried Bananas but inedible , hard as wood.

 

But Guava is good.

 

spaesailor

A priest who owned a racing greyhound told a boy that his success in races was due to him pouring holy water on the dogs nuts before every race.

The boy replied "I pour mower fuel on mine, and it can then pass a motorbike"

Job satisfaction with a twist.

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family.

On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now; The man should be here soon."

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to...'' Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been expecting you." "Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?"

"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat"

After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?" "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there."

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!" "Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles,

I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results." "My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith. "Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that."

"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." "She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid so I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look." "Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.

Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?" "It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away."

"Tripod?" "Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long."

Mrs. Smith fainted...

Good idea, the longer you're there, the better I sound.

Some must like what I do, because I even get a few requests to sing "Over the Hills and Far Away"

Wot complete with all 231 "na's".

Trust me there's that many,I sing it at karaoke, It's a bit like a morse key with a case of the shivers.

I recently saw a black Jeep with the registration "Ba Ba"

Then the penny dropped.

Nothing like a bit of lateral thinking.

When we arrived in Oz 41 yrs ago, my daughter who'd only just turned four at the time, she would read a book a day and was able to add up and subtract basic numbers. My now ex-wife spent many hours teaching her the basics, plus she also also had almost a year at a very good Catholic kindergarten in London. She was a very bright little cookie, but when she was enrolled at a school in Roseville, Sydney, she was totally bored after the first week as they were simply learning A is for apple, B is for balloon, etc. My wife and I went to see the principal and explained that she needed to be put up a grade regardless of her age. The only response we got was, "We can't do that, leave her for 12 mths and she'll settle in to be the same as the other kids in Australia". The fact that she would have lost a year of learning didn't even come into the equation. As you can imagine we were not only disillusioned at the system, but also very pee'd off. It was like they have to turn every student out the same regardless of whether the standard is good or not.

Now living in Melbourne with three boys of her own who have had much disruption at two public schools, they are now all attending private school (sadly at great expense for the parents), but not only do they absolutely love it, and they are all doing really well now. The big difference seems to be that feral attitude is not accepted in any form from either the pupils or their parents, or you are out the door, and the school teaches discipline and self-pride principals.

There is certainly a need for stricter standards, whereby teachers and kids are not threatened with violence.

Sadly, this seems to be thing of the past in so many cases, as the feral ones are often the product of their parents teachings..

We used to go out fishing in The English Channel (must have been mad). Ours was powered by a 3hp British Anzani Pilot outboard which only just beat rowing, sometimes. Water-skiing wasn't an option,

Talk to Farri about it. He sewed new skins for his Drifter. I remember a mate who built a little ply dory and his wife sewed the sails for it. I forget the name of it. New Zealand design. Stitched the chines with copper wire and then glassed inside and out. The idea was to give it some flex in the hull. Interesting idea. Don

That sounds like a Mirror dinghy, 11ft long with blunt nose designed by the late Jack Holt for the Daily Mirror newspaper in London. I built one with a couple of mates in a classroom on the third floor at night-school in London back in the early 60's. A great little boat which used that construction method. When it was finished we had to take the window frame out and lower it on ropes down to the playground.

About 70,000 of them have been built.

Mirror (dinghy) - Wikipedia.

You're right about funny German names Marty. Whilst there, you might like to buy your wife a new bra for a Christmas present. They have numerous shops in a place which I think is called Stoppemfloppen.

Can't beat a bit of forward planning mate!

Most of them probably tell the family that they are in the traffic control industry (sounds impressive to me?) even if that amounts to being a "stop" lollipop wiggler.

Fly,Officer,KiteThe metal collected from the public was & still is recycled in large furnaces, ALLUMINIUM(spell) included. The company I worked for made £300 per ton nett profit.

 

It is a third generation company and was good to work for, possibly due to it's profit margin selling alluminium ingots, and other non-ferrous metal ingots to the USA.At that time.

 

spacesailor

Nah! he's too funny ha ha for that:thumb up:

Pommy, or similar humor, get's me into strife frequently Phil, as I'm sure you'd understand:bash:.

Just carry on un-de-turd mate! No sh*t intended, i'm sure. (now that's Aussie humor for you)

Some of the el-cheapos i've had from Dom***ino's tasted like cardboard. Maybe I ate the best bit!