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Haha...Yes, I left my cents in a pair of jeans at the laundromat, but honestly I thought those were miniatures for Mark's Troll doll collection.Quote:
Originally Posted by MarkBastable
However, my original question still stands. I'm curious.
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Well, they're my guitars. Except there's one missing from the pic because I've just bought this....
http://www.gear4music.com/media/24640/600/preview.jpg
...which, if it were any blacker, would just look like a guitar-shaped hole in the space-time continuum.
Nice collection, so... phallic.
What a resonance that would have - a guitar made out of a black hole and strung with the rings of Saturn... though the black hole would suck in any vibrations made by those celestial strings wouldn't it?Quote:
Originally Posted by MarkBastable
I'm sorry, I've just been on the Legalise Cannabis thread.
Anyway I have had to give it up. I used to do it until the small hours perched on my computer chair and gazing intently at the screen. I could only do it when the rest of the family was abed due the frequent jerking and cursing, and I had to give it up because my wrist started swelling up with the effort, causing weakness and pain. Yes - I've given up Quake Online. My keyboard hand - left - was under great strain with the left right/ forward /back movement. I now have more time.
My physics is way out. Of course:
In space, no-one can hear your guitar scream...
and a fine collection it is Mark!Quote:
Originally Posted by MarkBastable
Now for my feeble attempt at that satisfaction you demanded...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1C1N...eature=related
Perhaps these guys could shed some light on music of the cosmos...Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dc6Re...eature=related
I'm glad you gave it up Paul. After all it is known as the gateway dr..., hold on, Quake Online?Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Anyhow, I'm still proud of you. Stay strong...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHyDp0dGdyc
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I couldn't bear the thought of us falling off the front page.
How bout some Nash to keep the barstools warm...
"The Purist "
by Ogden Nash
"I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
'You mean,' he said, 'a crocodile.' "
I was watching a little clip from a Brian May interview, he said he made his guitar and used one of his moms knitting needles...Oh well, on the side somewhere...:crazy:
It was on the end of the tremelo handle thing that was made out of a bit of moterbike engine, a saddle bag and a carving knife.
Brian's homemade guitar is not a thing of beauty - nor does it have a pure sound, but it is distinctive and he knows how to use its sound to great effect.
Seasick Steve also makes his own guitars.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-vSZ...eature=related
Great tunes too.
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Originally Posted by soundofmusic
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Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Thank God, it was getting lonely around here and a special welcome back to Sounds.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Happy Valentines Soundofmusic...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8fyk...eature=related
Paul,
I had run across Seasick Steve awhile back.
Not bad considering the make up of the guitars(?)
My wife bought his album after seeing him on the TV. He's very good.
Soooo it was back to work today, and those manliest of occupations - meetings. I've got meetings tomorrow too, though I will be getting down and dirty with the learners when I cover a class in the afternoon. It's good fun covering other people's classes - you get to use your best stuff, and then leave after a couple of hours.
Finlly got the computer fixed up on Saturday. it's now back to it's factory standard, and is working a treat, though it is 3 years old. It's funny: I was talking to an IT bloke the other day, and he told me to clear off my PC every now and then, and it should run fine. So, one virus later, that's what I've done - or paid to be done. (The recovery disks didn't work).
Bummmp. thats the sound of me landing here. two years of personal poetry. I need a beer. I know of seasick steve in fact music even at 47 fills much of my time. I have never been stuck in the past, silly thing to do but done by so many. I listen to new music every day. I am a beer fan (no lager ta), I fail on sport, have no interest, better get that out the way. two mariages two lost houses about to rent for life. No complaints, I am the twat who brought it on myself. HELLO :)
Sounds like you've come to the right place Jerry. I saw your picture on the picture thread the other week. You were in a bar I believe. You should be at home here, as there are drinks whenever one needs the club.
My wife discovered seasick Steve last year, and bought his album. Great stuff. I like his homemade guitars.
Welcome Jerrybaldy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy
Nice to have a new face in here. Parker will fix you up with that beer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxfgkDzL5Po
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You could do worse than trying some of thishttp://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k7...untitled-1.jpg
That there Coronal Mass Ejection was a bit of a damp squib. All electrical systems seem to be ok,- although the toaster slightly overdid my toast this morning.
I heard about it yesterday morning from a colleague, wondered about it for a bit, and then forgot about the whole thing until just now. I'm not sure it happened at all as it hasn't been on the all-seeing BBC.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
“In islands like Guernsey, the population is composed of men who have passed their lives circling their field, and of men who have passed their lives circling the world. They constitute two sorts of laborers, the tillers of the soil and the toilers of the sea.” Victor Hugo – Toilers of the Sea
Gentlemen I must take leave of this bar; my second home, for a fortnight on the open sea.
The tiller’s rigged,
gunwales are polished
jibs are full
and her stern is firm.
Visions of the Mariner’s Albatross along with Barbara Eden, a result of the recent solar smack down, will accompany me on my journey across the Gulf.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nABM1...eature=related
(At least hold on long enough to see her moves from 1:06 to 1:23)
Parker, thanks for the farewell Turkey shot, I’ll have the ship’s hold laden with rum upon my return.
I believe you chaps refer to it as a holiday.
Fair sailing Gilliatt.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Is your wife going? did jamaica?
(a very old joke) Happy sailings!
Well what a ding dong there was down the old allotment yesterday. There have been a spate of break - ins with doors to sheds vandalised. Apparently there was a party in one of the sheds with quavers being eaten, booze being drunk and probably - according to the lady on the committee - drugs being smoked. To top it all off, they then vomited into the middle of the shed and left. (It wasn't specified whether one or all the miscreants vomited. I suppose a comparative test vomit would establish the likely number of persons contributing to the pile).
So the Community Police Officers came to meet the plotholders yesterday, and were subjected to a barrage of complaints by one or two of the fifteen or so people present.
The site was declared a crime blackspot - by one irate plotholder, who suggested that it starts with vandalism and ends with plotholders being attacked with knives and axes. (I think he forgot that he probably has a shed full of long hard tools that would make a mere knife wielder think).
In effect the whole of civilised society was seen as going to pot, and that we should form an Allotment Watch of men patrolling the area at night. (I suggested we call it an Allotment Militia).
Yes, blood pressures have been running high for a couple of days now. Even as I was cycling out and stopped to chat with a bloke near me, he declared that he woulod "Get the buggers with a brick hammer!" He then wandered off with his limp and stick and violent intentions.
The Annual Allotment Committee Meeting is going to be fun this year.
Your life is an Alan Bennett BAFTA nomination waiting to happen, isn't it?Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I thought the whole allotment thing would be a tedious affair, and had confined myself to the growing, and it is tedious, on the whole. But you get these amusing gems pop up every now and then. I don't want to be on the committee, just sniggering on the periphery.
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Originally Posted by Paulclem
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Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Thanks for the send off well wishes. The Albatross yielded to Seagulls and Pelicans and the visions of big hair and Barabara Eden immediately vanished upon the sight of 21st century bikini clad deck hands milling about. The Rum cache had been devoured so I ended up with a bottle Vodka and a bottle of Spanish wine, both of which ended up in the hands of my neighbor for his role in collecting mail and taking care of the dog.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Paul I hope you continue to persue the allotment affair, I/we look forward to each installment of the Allotment Tales.
Are you blokes sitting down?....
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...2/IMGP2445.jpg
Gilliatt in front of Ernest Hemingway's home in Key West
I'm liking the shorts there Gilliat.
Paul: Any man who eats Quavers in another man's shed is beyond the pale.
Sorry, I'm now having visions of the crew of the Black Pearl clad in 21st century bikinis.
Leans back in chair clutching single malt in a heavy glass, light from roaring fire flickering on oak beamed ceiling, wind and rain hammering on window.
Reminds me of the time my neighbour, Fred, thought his diesel was being pinched. A tidy man, Fred, never seen without a brush or shovel in his hand. He'd noticed a few drips of diesel on the floor by his tank. He had never split a drop of the stuff -ever- so theft was suspected.
Let me explain how tidy fred is. A few years ago he bought 5 gallons of green paint, to do his barn doors and guttering. To his dismay he only used half of it, meaning he was left with a half full plastic container of paint - or clutter - as he saw it. His solution was to bury it for a year or two, until the the doors were due another coat, when he dug it up and finished it off. Another time he was caught trimming his stack of hay bales with a pair of sheep shears, because he thought it looked a bit untidy.
One night the thief returned. He brought a ladder and climbed up to the "burden hole" - that is a door high up on the barn wall that was for forking
hay through in the old days. He pulled his ladder through and let it down on the inside, he carried two 5 gallon drums and a lengh of hose down the ladder and approached the tank.
At such times I suppose one's senses are heightened, because to Kevin (a local nere-do-well) the sound of a 12 bore closing somewhere in the deep shadows of the barn sounded like a knell of doom. The lights came on and there was Fred with manic grin and gleaming eye, and a shot gun definitely but nonchalantly pointing at Kevin's midriff. Fred said afterwards that he didn't know why Kevin had brought a ladder because he hardly seemed to use it as he left.
Great story and I especially like the scene you painted with the "flickering fire...rain hammering..."Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Is "Fred" a common name for neighbors over there?
I was recalling Paul's allotment neighbor.
"Being pinched", "Burden hole" and "12 bore"
Sounds like names to...never mind.
Perhaps it's best not to pull them out of context.
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Glad you had a good trip Gilliatt - great photo, and the shorts are of a very worthy standard for the club ie. a deterrent.
An evocative image you've painted there Mick. ....buried his paint... hilarious.
I know two local Freds. One lives opposite. He's the one whose Dad - old Fred - had the two spaniels we were charged to look after - one of which died. He's a recluse who likes musical theatre, and who, a few years ago due to his washer not being plumbed in, used to buy new clothes every week or so. I don't know whether he's had it done since.
The other Fred is my allotment neighbour Fred. He's a nice carribean guy who drinks his beer in Rose Cottage.
Great story, Mick.
I feel like I know Fred.
I knew a Fred in the army. He was a sergeant of the field artillery and he had somewhat of a contrary personality. So everybody called him "Derf" (Fred spelled backwards). There was never a dull moment around Derf.
I was out with the dog last night lurking on the green. I came to the bridge over our local brook and waited for the bloke with the small dog on the other side of the bridge- probably an irascible Jack Russel like mine, to put on its lead. Once done I crossed over and hailed the bloke with a cheery evenin'. He didn't respond, and so, in thanks for securing his dog I said it again.
He gave a reluctant alright and proceeded to mutter something that ended up with f**k o**. Perhaps he was peed off about something, but immediately my hackles rose and from my Yorkshire roots an "Eh!" (hard short vowel sound),sounded acrooss the green.
He responded with a weak sounding alright and disappeared off into the gloom, leaving me wondering where this "Eh!" had come from.
It was an indicator of my roots of course. Thinking back, it was the kind of aggressive exclamation you made when someone annoyed you - as this chap had. I've come out with it before if I've had a comment from someone I didn't like and who I felt needed an aggressive response. it's not something I'd use at work - there the professional negotiator is in charge, but out in the streets with people I don't know, there is this more basic, aggressive persona that can manifest should the need arise.
I mulled over the nature of the "Eh!" It is a question - despite me putting the exclamation mark there, which is more implied than stated. It's an agressive sound, and with the hard e it is effective in conveying that intent. It demands a response, but seems - or feels - uncompromising. It would never come out in polite conversation anywhere, but just seems ready primed for the right moment. I wonder if it's triggered by a situation or particular feeling?
It's like that time Robin Hood and Little John met on a narrow bridge and they fought with staves.
As to that "Eh!" You can shake off your leaves, but never your roots.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doeJS...eature=relatedQuote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Perhaps you should look further into the EH tymology of the "Eh!"
I just posted the following in the 3rd sentence 21st page thread and thought it had some relevance here:
"It is one thing to make use of the language and sentiments which are common to ourselves and our forefathers, and it is another to invest them with the sentiments and dialect exclusively proper to their dialects"
(My son left his copy of Scott's Ivanhoe beside my left hand.)
Speaking of Scott, I wonder how ole Jocky is doing?
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It's been a while since he posted. It'd be good to hear how old turncoat is doing.
I got lucky down the allotment today. I stepped on a nail which went right through my boot and up between my toes. Lucky lucky.
Thus I was able to get in afew rows of Broad beans. My first early potatoes are in, and my second earlies are chitting in the shed. More broad beans will be going in on the morrow.
A scarf, a cup of coffee and Monty Python, it's enough to make a grown man weep.
I too fell victim to the aroma, but Parker's cousneling brought me back and I'm a stronger bloke for it.
Paul, did you make it back out to the allotments?
I was there today. I put more broad beans in and a few small rows of peas under cloches in case of frost. There's still loads to do, but I've got a better start this year. Mrs Paulclem has started off quite a lot of stuff. She wasn't well last year and so we didn't get going for ages.
As for the perfumed scarf, I've been in there too. They are talking about Monty Python which is a legit Blokes topic, so I didn't mind.
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...2/IMGP2445.jpg
I hope he didn't leave his front door open like that during the war...
I have been posting on the ladies thread again. I've hit them with the shed. Do you think it'll take off as a topic?
Had to walk in to work today - bad valves on my inner tubes. Not sure whether it's my pump or the rubbish tubes I buy from Halfords. I was sorely dischuffed today. I grumbled about what i was going to say to the person who served me the substandard tubes in Halfords and found myself formulating complex reasons why he was going to give me a refund and not just exchange them. After that though, it was a nice walk in. Sunny.
The mind is a rumbling landscape of virtue and non.
Welcome back Big Dante.Quote:
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I had to do a double take, did I leave my barn door open ?
whew...looks like I was secure that day.
A few more shots around Hemingway's home:
(click on thumbnails)
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...h_IMGP2457.jpg
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...h_IMGP2455.jpg
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...h_IMGP2453.jpg
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...h_IMGP2459.jpg
Yes, I noticed that with some dissapointment. Allotments and associated sheds are considered sacred ground, reserved only for blokes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
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I see Hemingway wasn't the impoverished artist scratching away on his manuscript by the light of a candle in a freezing garrett.
In these last few days I've noticed I'm only wanted - on the phone or to catch a spider or to do something that needs doing immediately - when I'm laid on the ground with my hand up a sheep. It's uncanny how often that happens.