Cold Ale - The Blokes' Thread!

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

...I've passed the tired and the short tempered stages, and have entered the zombification phase.

Well, at least you have the full "grass" moon to keep you company. Hope you have clear skies. It is a amazing.

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[prendrelemick]

Hope it stays warm for you! Good luck mate.

The weather is perfect, fresh spring breeze and plenty of sun. Makes you glad to up and at it.

Well, at least you have the full "grass" moon to keep you company. Hope you have clear skies. It is a amazing.

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Is a "Grass" Moon a big yellow one? Thats what we got last night.

(by the way she lambed twins - at 2.30am )

[Paulclem]

The weather is perfect, fresh spring breeze and plenty of sun. Makes you glad to up and at it.



Is a "Grass" Moon a big yellow one? Thats what we got last night.

(by the way she lambed twins - at 2.30am )

It's a tough job you do Mick. I notice you usually post early on a morning.

[Paulclem]

How much of a return do you get on all that work...I mean in vegetables? Do you and the misses put it all up or sell it at market?

We don't get any spare, and we'd share with the Mother-in-law if we did. I'm not that accomplished yet. I'm hoping to do better this year.

I think when you start, it makes the vegetables expensive, but as you improve and don't have to buy more tools etc, it becomes more economical. I got about 3 months worth of potatoes last year from 6 bags of compost and a 3x2 metre bed. That was worth it. I'm now harvesting my purple sprounting broccolli and I think this is worth growing, as the broccolli we buy here is quite expensive. It grew over winter, and hasn't needed much input.

I didn't get to the alotment. Mrs Paulclem wanted to go shopping - which is fine as she hasn't been out much recently. Perhaps tonight, or tomorrow.

[prendrelemick]

It's a tough job you do Mick. I notice you usually post early on a morning.

Lets be honest, this is the only time of year that is hard, and not so much physically-just long hours.

[The Atheist]

Lets be honest, this is the only time of year that is hard, and not so much physically-just long hours.

Farmer? Honesty?

Alert the mod team, someone's hacked Mick's account!

[Paulclem]

Lets be honest, this is the only time of year that is hard, and not so much physically-just long hours.

I bet it's harder than office-wallah-ing. 9-5 - or thereabouts, in a snug office in an ambient temperature.

[Paulclem]

Humiliated again!

I don't know if you chaps, and Sounds, remember my last escapade with the cistern - which by the way has been working perfectly with the new fittings that I now cannot fix myself should the need arise?

Well last Friday, Mrs Paulclem put her foot down and insisted that I change the filter on the "Big Fridge" we have had for a few years now. The cold water feature now doesn't work, and we though it likely that the filter - which hadn't been changed in 2 years - was probably blocked. So I dutifully - yet a little stressfully - found the few tools I needed for this job, and eased the "Big Fridge" out. I turned off the stopcock for the mains, which is situated helpfully next to the said "Big Fridge", and proceeded to change the filter.

Having done this, I tested the water - which still didn't work, sighed and turned to pick up my tools. It was then I noticed a stain in the wall where the stopcock was. Yes, it had begun leaking. So in failing to fix the "Big Fridge" water, I had discovered the mains stop **** had gone a rusting too far.

So - and it was 5.30 on Friday - about the same as last time - I called the plumber. He was very helpful abnd called after he had done his other jobs at 9.30pm! He was even uncomplaining, and fixed the stopcock in about 3 minutes. I gave him a cup of tea, he charged me £40 quid, and everyone was happy - (it could have been £70!).

But as a parting shot I promised not to do any plumbing jobs at 5 o'clock in the evening again, and he said - "Yes, better leave it to the wife".

Humiliated again!

[jemiesranova]

Humiliated again!

I don't know if you chaps, and Sounds, remember my last escapade with the cistern - which by the way has been working perfectly with the new fittings that I now cannot fix myself should the need arise?

Well last Friday, Mrs Paulclem put her foot down and insisted that I change the filter on the "Big Fridge" we have had for a few years now. The cold water feature now doesn't work, and we though it likely that the filter - which hadn't been changed in 2 years - was probably blocked. So I dutifully - yet a little stressfully - found the few tools I needed for this job, and eased the "Big Fridge" out. I turned off the stopcock for the mains, which is situated helpfully next to the said "Big Fridge", and proceeded to change the filter.

Having done this, I tested the water - which still didn't work, sighed and turned to pick up my tools. It was then I noticed a stain in the wall where the stopcock was. Yes, it had begun leaking. So in failing to fix the "Big Fridge" water, I had discovered the mains stop **** had gone a rusting too far.

So - and it was 5.30 on Friday - about the same as last time - I called the plumber. He was very helpful abnd called after he had done his other jobs at 9.30pm! He was even uncomplaining, and fixed the stopcock in about 3 minutes. I gave him a cup of tea, he charged me £40 quid, and everyone was happy - (it could have been £70!).

But as a parting shot I promised not to do any plumbing jobs at 5 o'clock in the evening again, and he said - "Yes, better leave it to the wife".

Humiliated again!

why do you say that, in my opinion is different from what you say....

[The Atheist]

But as a parting shot I promised not to do any plumbing jobs at 5 o'clock in the evening again, and he said - "Yes, better leave it to the wife".

Humiliated again!

God, you'd have been debagged for that only a couple of decades ago.

Nailed!

[prendrelemick]

Farmer? Honesty?

Alert the mod team, someone's hacked Mick's account!

Relax, I'm just not myself - sleep deprivation.

[soundofmusic]

its very late and I can't go to bed until this bloody sheep has lambed. Then I have a dawn patrol, at dawn, to do - a typical lambing day so far. I've passed the tired and the short tempered stages, and have entered the zombification phase.

Can anyone explain to me why blokes stay up when their livestock deliver and go out with their mates when their wives do?

We don't get any spare, and we'd share with the Mother-in-law if we did. I'm not that accomplished yet. I'm hoping to do better this year.

I think when you start, it makes the vegetables expensive, but as you improve and don't have to buy more tools etc, it becomes more economical. I got about 3 months worth of potatoes last year from 6 bags of compost and a 3x2 metre bed. That was worth it. I'm now harvesting my purple sprounting broccolli and I think this is worth growing, as the broccolli we buy here is quite expensive. It grew over winter, and hasn't needed much input.

I didn't get to the alotment. Mrs Paulclem wanted to go shopping - which is fine as she hasn't been out much recently. Perhaps tonight, or tomorrow.

3 months of potatos sounds good; where do you keep them? When I buy large quantities of potatos and onions I'm always stuck as to where to put them; nothing worse than the smell of rotting potatos and onions...of course, it's hot down here.

Humiliated again!

I don't know if you chaps, and Sounds, remember my last escapade with the cistern - which by the way has been working perfectly with the new fittings that I now cannot fix myself should the need arise?

Well last Friday, Mrs Paulclem put her foot down and insisted that I change the filter on the "Big Fridge" we have had for a few years now. The cold water feature now doesn't work, and we though it likely that the filter - which hadn't been changed in 2 years - was probably blocked. So I dutifully - yet a little stressfully - found the few tools I needed for this job, and eased the "Big Fridge" out. I turned off the stopcock for the mains, which is situated helpfully next to the said "Big Fridge", and proceeded to change the filter.

Having done this, I tested the water - which still didn't work, sighed and turned to pick up my tools. It was then I noticed a stain in the wall where the stopcock was. Yes, it had begun leaking. So in failing to fix the "Big Fridge" water, I had discovered the mains stop **** had gone a rusting too far.

So - and it was 5.30 on Friday - about the same as last time - I called the plumber. He was very helpful abnd called after he had done his other jobs at 9.30pm! He was even uncomplaining, and fixed the stopcock in about 3 minutes. I gave him a cup of tea, he charged me £40 quid, and everyone was happy - (it could have been £70!).

But as a parting shot I promised not to do any plumbing jobs at 5 o'clock in the evening again, and he said - "Yes, better leave it to the wife".

Humiliated again!

I think I'd pour your tea all over that plumbers head for that wisecrack...

God, you'd have been debagged for that only a couple of decades ago.

Nailed!

Do you have the laughing Elmo Atheist...I love that guy!

[The Atheist]

Can anyone explain to me why blokes stay up when their livestock deliver and go out with their mates when their wives do?

Animals can't talk.

Do you have the laughing Elmo Atheist...I love that guy!

No, only the .gif. Sesame Street rocks!

[soundofmusic]

Animals can't talk.



No, only the .gif. Sesame Street rocks!

I must admit, the few times I had to do nursing in a maternity ward; I couldn't wait to get out. NOthing like impending delivery to turn a woman into some horrible creature from the depths of hell...I seem to remember I was quite pleasant and chatty; they tell me it was a bit different after they "put me under"...I apparently cursed like a sailor....

It takes a real man to admit he likes Sesame Street; my hat is off to you...I love Sesame Street...I never quite got Barney and Pee Wee Herman.

[Paulclem]

I must admit, the few times I had to do nursing in a maternity ward; I couldn't wait to get out. NOthing like impending delivery to turn a woman into some horrible creature from the depths of hell...I seem to remember I was quite pleasant and chatty; they tell me it was a bit different after they "put me under"...I apparently cursed like a sailor....

It takes a real man to admit he likes Sesame Street; my hat is off to you...I love Sesame Street...I never quite got Barney and Pee Wee Herman.

It's because of Barney that I had to wipe over the TV a few times in the 90's when the kids were young. It used to get attacks of spontaneous vomiting when it came on with that awful song.

Anyway I'm behind with the new half of the allotment. I've dug a 12 x 3 foot bed for the Kale, but it took me an hour to dig and double rake it to get most of the grass and stuff out of it. Still it was pleasant work.

Fred, the old guy next to me was there, and he gave me a few leeks which was good of him. He still wants to use "Ivy cottage" to store his tools, which is fine.

"Red-Neck Graeme", who has an allotment nearby, but fortunately seperated by a couple of hedges, was talking to me at the weekend. He goes down every day and tipples in his shed. By the end of the morning you can tell he's been supping because every other word is an eff. He couldn't get his effing rotivator going apparently.

We call him "Red Neck Graeme" because of cetain vague racist comments he made to my wife and I in general conversation. He's one of those people who assumes that you think as they do about race, which is annoying, but pointless to follow up because he's been tippling. Having said that, he lends Fred - my allotment neighbour who is an old Afro-Carribean Guy- his hedge trimmer.

I had to laugh a couple of years ago at him. Our neighbours on the old allotment are churchy people - nice but a bit fussy. "Red Neck Graeme" had befriended them, and they though he was wonderful. He is generous, and he had given them some seedlings. He then came onto their allotment later in the morning fairly well tanked up - shouting in a good humured but embarrasing way with all the effing and blinding that goes with it. My wife and I kept our heads down as we sniggered through the scene.