Heartland

7anthea7 wrote:

James Blast wrote:I'll pass on the fig tarts dear, my bowels need no encouragement. Lentil nibble? Henna dip?

Babganooooooush...is that a pita in your pocket?

(That should be sung, but I have no idea how to convey the tune. )

Perhaps in a Rhapsodic manner in the manner of certain regal Bohemians?

whilst wearing an authentic minesherrun?

James Blast wrote:whilst wearing an authentic minesherrun?

Yes. It is not well-known that Freddie Mercury's great-grandfather was responsible for the greatest advance in underground safety since Humphrey Davey invented the Davey Lamp. The mine sherrun enabled miners in the cornish tin mines to detect the presence of an odourless gas commonly known as ghollddinnbbraunn which caused unconciousness among miners. The device worked by "sherruning" the gas ("sherrun" is a Cornish colloquialism meaning "to disperse or render inert any potentially hazardous substance that typically exists in a gaseous state at room temperature"), thereby saving many miners from falling unconcious in the mines and then being caught in the blast when charges were detonated to dislodge rock.
Interestingly the link does not end there. Jean-Jacque Burnell's family was from Britanny which shares celtic roots with Cornwall. In the early years of the 20th century his ancestors moved to Cornwall to advice on techniques that had been developed in the Breton treacle mines (sadly now all worked out).

did they 'advice' on the quality of jeans and jackets worn by said miners?

James Blast wrote:did they 'advice' on the quality of jeans and jackets worn by said miners?

No, but they counselled that the wearing of socks of a scarlet hue greatly increased productivity.

not 'council'd' then, nope didn't think so...

anyway, the yard went on forever and my Mum bought me a wee metal Jeep that I pedaled about in, then my Aunty got an inflatable swimming pool that we placed in the back garden so I could fall on my erse by leaping in and out of - there should have been an health warning.
Jings! the risks I took as a child - mental I was

James Blast wrote:mental I was

Was?!?!?!?!!?!?

you never ride a cycle sans stabalisers and fall on yer napper then?

Huh!? Huh, did ya!?

wimp

James Blast wrote:you never ride a cycle sans stabalisers and fall on yer napper then?

Huh!? Huh, did ya!?

wimp

Sure I did, although I "dropped" the bike more often than falling on my noggin, which led to my left leg from the knee down looking like a map of England's rail- and inland water- ways and a little jar of gravel being kept in the Casualty dept of the cottage hospital - "It's that Little Bastard again - get the peroxide and the tweezers, John.". Didn't believe in training wheels in our house, "leads the lad into a false sense of security," they said - nothing like flying down a hill and pulling a 90-degree left using back-pedal brakes, pushing the bike into the turn as the back-wheel locks up and screams across the tarmac, knowing that the lean has passed the point of no return and you're going to slide 50 feet on your knees (and you're wearing shorts) across dirt, gravel, and the odd bit of broken glass, limping home while the blood pools in your polyvelts, being walked up the hill to the hospital ("It's not far, you won't die") because "it's too nice a day to drive", having the bits picked out of your flesh by the nice Scottish nurse who called you a "big brave boy", blinking back the tears as the stitches went in (you didn't want to cry in front of the vision of loveliness, did you?), and then (crucially) doing it all over again as soon as you got home because your mates were waiting for you.

Kids these days - you can't get bloody from an Xbox, and Wii Fit doesn't come with road-rash temporary tattoos. They're missing out, I tell you.

EvilBastard wrote:Kids these days - you can't get bloody from an Xbox, and Wii Fit doesn't come with road-rash temporary tattoos.

I've got permanent ones on my right knee - from chasing a purse snatcher in the wrong boots.

A double espresso and a dark choc hobnob (and one cigarillo in my tortoiseshell holder)

Thro' Horridge's with Gran
well actually, through Tesco's with Mum:
The Mum's been a bit crook of recent and I'm back on mornings only, so I take her and help with the weekly food shop. A man could do this sort of thing in about 25mins, including reverse parking, checkout and bagging - with a woman it's a 3hr epic afternoon out.
Anyhoo, trudging around at The Mum pace I espied many wonderful goodies that perhaps woulda passed me by or do Tesco have an unusually large number of things you can only get there?
Smokey BBQ Baked Beans
Caramelised Onions and Mozzarella 'Tear Off' - a kinda pizza bread thingey
Gherkin Relish - trust me, this is thi dug's baws on a burger, found a jar last summer in ASDA never seen it since
a variety of currys in tin trays, just like takeaways did in the 70/80/90s
Tip Tree Broon Sauce mmmmm....


just thought I'd share

James Blast wrote:Thro' Horridge's with Gran

Bet I'm the only one who gets that reference

I kinda thought that might be the case

I've got a can of cider on the train, no cuppa for me, cheers.

Was a pleasant surprise to see Andrew S last night, but I still kept my eyes out for you all night.

The butcher hav his thum on the skales

Edit. Directed at James. As any fule kno.

for I am the Goriller of Heartland

LouLou wrote:attention hungry heartlanders!

on today's menu is banoffee pie. yum!

Apparently, that was "invented" down in my neck of the woods.

Anyone remember "Get Stuffed"?
I used to watch that prog (usually wi' dubble "visoin").

They used to knock up some class scran & the hand washing bit was always a hoot.

James Blast wrote:for I am the Goriller of Heartland

Thought it was the "griller"

Dark wrote:I've got a can of cider on the train...

Classy as always, mate! Best not be rioting and carrying on!

markfiend wrote:The butcher hav his thum on the skales

Edit. Directed at James. As any fule kno.

Chiz chiz.

EvilBastard wrote:

markfiend wrote:The butcher hav his thum on the skales

Edit. Directed at James. As any fule kno.

Chiz chiz.

CAVE! The Beak!

no, 'tis only Peason my grate frend

@Cureboi you've been talking to strange wimmin again, haven't you?

James Blast wrote: @Cureboi you've been talking to strange wimmin again, haven't you?

I make a point of ONLY talking to strange wimmin.

exceelent, carry on....