Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies. John Leonard Spencer
Recommended Reading

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

The clever Indonesian Drug smuggler

A couple or so years ago I wrote about the Indonesian drug smuggler who was incarcerated in Sydney silverwater jail. the bloke in question was awarded seven years in the slammer. however, his good behaviour and having learned English while in jail  gave him the good fortune of privileged day release ,whereupon he was able to earn approx 500 dollars a week after tax . after paying the prison authorities their share and a few bucks for personal comforts this guy was able to send home more than two hundred bucks per week to his tribe in Indonesia,  after several years his tribe had finalised the purchase of their family home with the donated dosh and lived happily ever after. it was also suggested  by his tribe he should extend his jail time. It was easy to understand why, because the judge who jailed the Corby person was only paid an annual salary equal to Aus$12,000-00 per annum..
It does not require much brain power to work that out.

Vale Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran,and all the the other unfortunate persons murdered by Indonesian Authorities today. May your souls enjoy the Afterlife..

Vest... Back soon.

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Tuesday, 28 April 2015

The Drug Dealers of Budgewoi.

Budgewoi on the NSW Central Coast in Australia  would be described as a normally quiet beach side town/village  with a  majority of elderly or retired persons. Budgewoi has a  twin parade of shops and businesses covering all the requirements of our community of around 3,000 souls. This included until recently two Chemist shops.; one at the rear parade and the other facing  the front near scenic drive the main thoroughfare. In the main most of these businesses  display a easy on the eye unobtrusive frontage.  However, not any more
Well yank my doodle its a dandy not only am fed up with Crap American Films or Movies without captions and cheap non musical sounds drowning the non English verbals like "Barrb the Carp's Jarb is ter darb in rarbers and lark em in de Fart, Gard demmit.Yesterday I stopped by to purchase the weekly medications and Lo and behold before my disbelieving eyes there was this gaudy pink yellow anf blue coloured Asiatic looking frontage displaying the words The Budgewoi Discount Drug Store . YukYuk I thought this looks so cheap and nasty. but then  it transpires that the new owners  of the former nice chemist shop are from the orient which explains it all.
It would seem the town planners philosophy is to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.
 How sad ..... Vest    Back soon maybe?

Friday, 24 April 2015

Channel Seven news, "Get it right".

There are no battleships in tonight's news at 630pm. They are WARSHIPS. The last Commonwealth or British Battleship that was a warship of Battleship class to fire an Angry Shot was the 40,000 ton Battleship HMS King George V in August 1945 during the war in the Pacific.. It was scrapped 57 years ago.....Les Bowyer Budgewoi Ex KGV.
BTW , it would be like calling a submarine  a battleship.

A battleship is a large armoured warship with a main battery consisting of heavy calibre guns. During the late 19th and early 20th centuries the battleship was the most powerful type of warship, and a ... Wikipedia
" Get it'

Monday, 13 April 2015

A story with no ending

This is a true account of my connection with David Bingham.

This is an old post full of intrigue and still being investigated Yet another comment arrived today.

An Oldie Ressurected

Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies. John Leonard Spencer
Recommended Reading

Over the years info is still coming in on this lurid story in the past. Today another comment.

Saturday, 20 March 2010

This is a true account of my connection with David Bingham.

WE first met aboard ship where I had a brief Acquaintance with him, while being his instructor. David was a clever dick; knew every thing - cocky little sod, after I threatened him with a week in the slammer for insolence he quietened down,he was disliked by his classmates and myself in particular.
I having left the Royal Navy in 1966, about five years after flying into Hong Kong with Lt/Cdr R,T. a former antagonist in the Portland spy saga, then more than a decade had passed since the initial meeting with D B, before I did a cold call at David Binghams residence, seeing me he slammed the door on me. In another attempt to call a little later my senior management gave me an item for display to Mrs Bingham who apparently was a major spendthrift and she agreed to the arrangement. Unfortunately I was set up to do the delivery which found his nibs answering the door bell again. I was halfway in saying "This is yours nothing to pay" when D B said, "Stuff it up your ass you effing peasant". To my knowledge the item was never delivered or collected. However, at the time I did notice he was showing a degree of nervousness after I mentioned his present problem will soon see you doing time in the slammer. the incident was recorded and I personally mentioned the matter to a retired officer friend and of course my senior management, the time date was approx late 1970.
I later received official info from management not to go near or contact D B. there was a definite ring about it being a bit dodgy.
Early in 1971, I was bombarded with advice suggesting Australia was the best thing for my family, later my family and I decided to migrate to Australia, and we arrived Aug 4 1971. It was early in 1972 when I received a letter and press cuttings from Mr F---h my ex boos in Portsmouth England, with ref to D B's arrest for espionage.
I sent a letter of thanks but did not comment.
It was in 70's when writing to my Bro in law's - son in law who was a screw at the prison in Bisley, while there I sent D B a congratulatory message while serving his 21 years for espionage.
After early release D B was resettled in the midlands with a change of identity but was unfortunately killed in a road accident a little later.

David Bingham, Naval Spy.
Sub-Lieutenant David Bingham served, as a weapons electronics officer, aboard HMS Rothesay, a modified Type 12 Anti-Air Frigate, F107 commisioned on 23rd April 1960. David Bingham was aged 31 and was married with four children. Maureen Bingham, his wife, was a comfort shopper, a so-called 'shopoholic'. In addition to that she was also addicted to gambling. Sub-Lt Bingham's salary was not sufficiently high to finance his wifes' shopping and betting expeditions and this lack of finance almost certainly motivated Maureen to knock on the door of the Russian Embassy during a trip to London and offer the services of her husband to the KGB.

Whilst at the embassy she met with Russian Consular Officials who invited her to return sometime later to a Tea-Party under the cover of researching a book on "housewives of the world."

It was later disclosed that her husband, Sub-Lt Bingham, was ignorant of the methods used by his wife to secure further funding for her indulgences fired by her peculiar personality traits.

Maureen Bingham had photographed pages from an exercise book used by her husband for notes and deliberately induced 'camera shake' to ensure that the photographic content of the resultant prints were illegible. She was well aware that the 'intelligence' that she was supplying to the Russians was of no use at all and boasted later that she was 'taking them for a ride'.

The debts mounted as Maureen Bingham pursued her self-indulgent and excessive shopping. This expenditure coupled with the gambling debts led to her selling the family car without the knowledge of the Hire Purchase company who had financed purchase. This excessive behaviour led to subsequent arranged meetings with the Russian Naval Attache, Lory Turifmovich resulting in the Binghams receiving GBP 2800 for photographs left in a dead letter box.

Maureen Bingham later stated that David had never wanted to pursue this course and had gone along with her activities because there was no other choice, fearing for the safety of their four children.

Sub-Lt Bingham was terrified of what the eventual outcome of these actions would be, especially aware of the confidence trick being performed on the Russians by his wife.

It was obvious to David Bingham that the Russians knew that the photos supplied by Maureen were of no use whatsoever, but being aware of his position, he would be of use to them in the future. This fact was seen during the resultant court hearing at Bingham's trial, for espionage, when the court was told that one document supplied by Bingham was 'almost beyond price'.

Eventually Bingham was called to a meeting with the Russian handlers. The meeting took place in some woods. David Bingham had taken his son, Karl, with him and during the meeting Bingham told the Russians that he "had had enough" and that he "didn't care, not having a life". At this point a Russian placed a gun to Bingham's head and asked "What about your children's lives?"

On his return, and wishing to protect his children, Bingham approached a senior Officer and informed him of the spying activities. Unfortunately with David Bingham being of good character the officer refused to believe what he was hearing and David Bingham was forced to go and tell the Police. Sub-Lt Bingham was immediately arrested and thence formerly charged.

In 1972 the story of his treachery was printed in the newspapers and was described as 'being beyond belief'. Bingham himself was descibed as "the most despicable traitor in the history of post-war espionage". The defence counsel called the case "a story of almost incredible folly" whilst the court saw that David Bingham's confession read like "a badly written spy-novel - a lurid melodrama of secret assignations, signals that involved leaving empty packets of cigarettes in rural telephone boxes and posting church notices to addresses in Kensington".

At the time of the trial the Conservative Prime Minister Edward Heath had authorised the expulsion of 105 Soviet diplomats and officials from Great Britain for espionage.

At Winchester Crown Court, David Bingham confessed to photographing naval documents and as a result was sentenced to imprisonment, a total of 126 years on 12 counts, to run concurrently, a sentence of 21 years.

After her husband's trial Maureen Bingham returned to the Russian embassy, with the Press, and declared that "it was all my fault" and that "the Russians were always very concerned about myself and our four children. They treated us better than the Royal Navy ever did".

Maureen Bingham was subsequently arrested and charged with offences under the Official Secrets Act. She was psychologically examined and the subsequent report stated that she was a pathological liar.

Maureen Bingham was sentenced to two and a half years in prison.

During her trial the judge described her as "having opened the door" to her husband's spying activities. He went on to state that she was "a lady of almost disastrous loquacity".

With both parents serving gaol sentences the children were placed in care, moved between children's homes and foster parents for the rest of their childhood. David Bingham had secured his children's security at least. After serving only seven years of the original twenty one year sentence David Bingham was released from gaol.

He quietly settled down and rebuilt his life, changing his name to Brough and remarrying. Bingham (or Brough) ran a small hotel in Bournemouth, Sussex and also became the vice-president of the local Conservative Club. The members were probably unaware that he had previously spied for the Russians. He also opened an alternative healing centre in Stratford offering therapies at GBP 20 a session.

In February 1997 Bingham/Brough lost control of the car that he was driving, in Stratford-upon-Avon, crashing into a tree. Bingham/Brough died as a result of the accident, along with his dog, who was also present in the car. The crash occurred during severe gales which were sweeping the country. He was 56.


Je suis perdu said...
Australia !.Est-ce que la re'gion
est sure?
Dunno sport, depends on the individual, can't think of anyone likely wanting to nail my nuts to the floorboards other than the old nag from Rainer Minnesota who flies a broomstick on the full moon.
Amy..Swansea. said...
Lots of smoke with intrigue Vesty but no burns for you.
WALLY. said...
Mum and I are wondering what sorts of other things you got up to. a bit dodgy did you say.
Lower deck lawyer. said...
Vest. The average run of the mill citizen would need four or five lifetimes to absorb your lifetime of both legal and nefarious activities, Mike.
C A. said...
So there were nefarious activities on your part, are you going to mention these?
Re D B, were you aware he resided near you, where ever that was?
C A: Only if you mention yours!!

Was unaware he lived a half mile distant as the crow flies. A mutual cold call, little doubt senior management were aware.
BTW, didn't I tell you to P O. in a recent post.
Anonymous said...
I suppose D B was a clever man whose downfall was his controlling spouse. Do you have any compassion for him?
Anon , or is it C A again:
I have no compassion for people who deliberately stuff up their lives, I leave that to members of the faith industry.
Anonymous said...
Its funny reading this as I knew both David and Maureen Bingham. My sister was married to their youngest son, for, well not very long. Knowing what Maureen was like doesn't surprise me that she was the one behind all of this. She has since been found guilty of benefit fraud and believe me in the few years that I knew her was very minipulative and on the take all of the time. As for David Bingham, he seemed like a nice man and changed his life after he got out of prison and, how do I put this politely dumped the wife! It was very sad when he had the accident, certainly for his family. Although as you can probably imagine, Maureen was the most distraught, so she says!
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Donna-marie Wilkinssaid...
David Bingham was my father he wasn't a nice man he conned people till the day he died he didn't care about his children and would only show up if we we're of some use to him. My first husband nearly died in an accident and when he got wind of the fact we could be getting a large pay out he and my step mother turned up offering to help after years of ignoring me like a fool I thought he finally cared but within months realised he didn't he walked out my door never to return when I refused to give him money from my husbands compensation money for a car. He never cared about anyone but himself and conned a lot of people during his life and much more!
Anonymous said...
I attended this crash as a traffic bobby the weather was terrible that day and we had been kept on duty because of the anticipation of major incidents on the motorway network. The car was totally destroyed by fire containing the
Ady S

Friday, 3 April 2015

Wicked Royals (Uncensored,Do not read if you are a prude)

Camilla bought a new pair of shoes for her wedding which got increasingly tighter & tighter as the day went on.

That night after the festivities were finally over, she & Charles had retired to their room at the palace.

Camilla flopped on the bed and said 'Please remove my shoes darling, ones feet are killing one.'

Ever obedient, the Prince of Wales attacked her right shoe with vigour but it would not budge.

'Harder' yelled Camilla.

'Harder?' Charles yelled back, 'I'm trying darling! But it's just so bloody tight!'

'Come on give it all you've got ' she cried.

Finally when it released, Charles let out a big groan, and Camilla exclaimed 'Oh God, that feels so good.'

In their bedroom next door The Queen turned to Prince Phillip and said,

'See, I told you she would still be a virgin with a face like that!'

Meanwhile back in the other bedroom Charles was attempting to remove the other shoe when he cried out 'Oh god, darling this ones even tighter'

At which point Prince Phillip turned and said to the Queen:

'That's my boy, Once a Navy man, always a Navy man!

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

History on this All Fools Day..OP Iceberg.

     It was my eighteenth Easter; one I will never forget
April !, Easter Sunday April Fools Day . The previous day we hit the tail end of a typhoon,Our A/C carriers were unable to fly off planes which saved a few lives by having less Nips  to contend with when the Americans invaded Okinawa on that following frightful day. However , fewer was more than enough, All or our carriers were hit, some several times, and yours truly with others  in the aftermath cleared the  ship of one disintegrated Twin engined Jap Betty Bomber.This was a sign of things to come in the following nine weeks ,
Les, On HMS K G V  Flagship of the British Pacific Fleet - Just Seventy years Ago..

Saturday, 28 March 2015

A Hardley Normal Delivery.

     As stated in my previous post, I arrived at the HARVEY NORMAN  store at Lake haven NSW, at about 2pm Wednesday March 25 and ordered a New washing Machine, for which I paid the asking price and the delivery charge with cash, I was told it would be delivered the following day between 9am and 5pm. This delivery time failed on Thursday and on Friday.
I phoned Harvey Norman and after a bit of banter hung up the phone. then my Son rang to enquire and was informed it would be delivered today at between 9am and 1pm.The delivery was made at 1255 pm. however, the washing machine had at least Two Dents which were clearly seen and the  delivery was aborted and then I refused to take delivery.
My son informed the store manager that we wished to cancel the sale and be refunded.
this was agreed upon and now my son is out looking for another non bent supplier, hopefully we will have success elsewhere, meanwhile the washing is piling up.
Harvey Norman, Or should I say Hardley Normal.
A happy ending. My son returned from a shopping centre further afield and returned with a newer model W/machine same make but not a discontined model like the dodgey one offered by Harvey Norman also it was $4-00 cheaper and it fitted into the Falcon wagon just right. saving $55-00 delivery charge. Oh and the dealer was "The GOOD GUYS at ERINA NSW .

Alls well that ends well .. Vest.

Friday, 27 March 2015

A sort of Political Washup.

   Two days ago, a round trip of nearly two hours which involved a trip to the bank for a large cash withdrawal then the weekly lotto splurge at the newsagent and a political chat with a oriental guy and another with a Yorkshire accent who were handing out election flyer's  the oriental saying vote for this bloke on erection day and the yorkies banter reminding me of his *ebagum lingo which further reminded me of the political despot  Bob *Mugabe who ruined The banana republic of Zimbabwe.Now governed by a geezer Named Banana( no kidding) it also seems  this despot has in opposition a mystery Polly with the name of Richard Spudd  Who is a hot contender to be the next Dick Tater.
        The main shopping exercise was to be the purchase of a new washing machine at the Massive 'Harvey Norman 'Store at Lake haven about ten min drive It took about twenty Min's to select and pay for the w/machine and was delighted to know it would be delivered the next day between Nine and Five, The next port of call was the Boozatorium where I purchased 3 bots of JW for 89 bucks then a visit the local super market for the staples in our diet, a successful day so it would seem..
Sadly I must inform you the W/ machine has yet to arrive. About an hour ago I telephoned the  store and gave them a good old bollocking, and hung up the phone  I am now waiting to see what happens next.  I am unable to leave the house unless the W/Machine turns up, it is a Blessed nuisance to say the least,as the poor wife has to do the wash  by hand like we did sixty years ago, and the wife was not pleased when I stated it would be a saving on the power bill.
* reverse.
Vest.... The best is yet to be.

Go to the next post for the ongoing saga of the washing machine, yet to be delivered.

Saturday, 14 March 2015

This may be my final post

     It was back in  2005 on March 23 nearly ten years ago when my first attempt at blogging took off. since then other bloggers have come and gone; some like butterflies whose life expectancy was brief, then there were the strugglers who sought fame and lost, some being disillusioned and  others bored to tears with other witless bloggers and finding there was life after blogging. None of the bloggers I crossed swords with ten years  ago are around anymore each of whom have died on the vine at various intervals over the past decade.
     There are a few people who still comment here, some more frequently than others some whom I have a great deal of respect for and others much less, which of course is to be expected when most subjects within the blogosphere are controversial and which remains the main source for blogging apart from the never ending doubt and suspicions regarding the plethora of miscellaneous Gods and other mythical purveyors of non existent eccleslastical wonderment..
     I do not have a degree in science , however, I do have an interest in truthful scientific evaluations. and abhor the use of so called lesser  abnormalities and crimes  used in expediting major political and other non secular and pontifical matters  for the so called betterment of all.
     Recently my appearance has been sparse, this has been due to my ongoing health problems and more domestic and marital responsibility being imposed due to my spouse who at the age of  eighty; and eight years my junior; having serious memory problems., it can be expected that these problems will not be going away and can be regarded as simply just another cycle of our existence until our T O D.
     Comments by relatives on the past 1,268 posts on this blog have been nano minuscule to say the least however those who have sent email messages have been few also , but to those few who have bothered to do so I offer my thanks - particularly the vast majority  of whom were from the UK .
Very little interest seems forthcoming from  the relatives in  Australia mainly the younger four of our five sons and their issue who will due to their lack of response fail to hear the news that our eldest son who has resided with us for the past fifteen years and has and is still being our main source of support in most situations which required assistance  will be the sole benefactor in our last will and testaments, being that most of the gang of four are  already well off and doing substantially well in their various fields of  monetary pursuit, the one exception being the most junior who has a permanent fire in his pockets. This is  by no means  not an altogether. disclaimer of my brood, birthdays and yuletide messages  are sometimes remembered particularly when embarrassed by receiving like  messages, although a little distant we are still amicable except for one dissident son and his non wife partner are still at loggerheads with me by their choice and not my own., so sad! I offer them a 'Get well soon' message.
Most of our relatives in Australia live a fair distance away; meaning a max speed X two to four hours, not a trip one would do on a regular basis which also helps along the theory 'Out of sight out of mind', but not necessarily to us their parents who think of them each day as good parents should.
     This post it seems has taken an eternity to write due to more than a dozen distractions, it is a problem that I have to face up to in the future. If by chance an opportunity to post comes along I shall try to do so but visiting friendly blogs will be my main pursuit.
     Five interruptions in six minutes - have to go, the mind boggles.

Vest .....Back soon ...'Perhaps.'

Thursday, 12 March 2015


After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.

The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.

After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day.

Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous
'You have no arms'
'No matter,' said the man. 'Observe !'

And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.

The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments

As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,
'Bishop, who was this man?'
'I don't know his name,' the bishop sadly replied,

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' ............... BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL'

WAIT ! There's more ...

The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart, due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.

The first man to approach him said, 'Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday.

I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty.'

The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.

Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
'What has happened ? Who is this man ?' the first monk asked breathlessly.
'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop, 'but...'


Friday, 6 March 2015

History on this day Wed March 6 1957.

HMS Ceylon and crew carrying the flag officer Admiral Varyl Begg the representative
of the Queen , gave away the West African colony the Gold Coast and a couple of other
adjacent territories, which formed the new country of Ghana , under the political
leadership of Kwame Nkrumah.
Vest at the time came within spitting distance of this great leader.
Much jollity and shouts of "Freedom"filled the air.
It rained that evening; My white uniform was a total mess after the boozy celebrations with
ex pats from the the United Africa Co whose hostel I stayed at overnight.
Woke at six am on hearing a crash of a bicycle coming down the stairs, a still tipsy Reg
Harris a well known cyclist selling Raleigh bikes to the locals, had to be replaced by
a similar looking person ,
The house boy as he was called told me my washed uniform was not dry and there was
little hope of me wearing it to get back to the ship..
I rang the ship on a crackling ship to shore phone and was told to get back by the
following morning.
My original explanation was misinterpreted, and by the time it reached the Captains
ears it had been passed around a fair bit.
"He is drunk and naked in a police cell and has lost his uniform." Some yarns are hard
to live down but are great memories. Most of mine are historical.

From my memoirs.... Vest..... Back soon.Today in history

This was first published in my March 6 2007 post, much more info there than here.

Saturday, 24 January 2015

Weights and measures , can be fun..

     For those too young to remember the pre decimal guide to weights and measures you may become lost in the translation of this simple Quip, so to ease the pressure on your noddle a short summary of  Imperial measurements follow.
One Kilo in weight  is equal to approx 2.2 Pounds in weight and 14 Pounds is equal to one Stone.
     On the arrival of my visiting relatives at my hospital bedside on Wednesday, the aged English guy in the bed opposite remarked on waking that he had lost half a stone  in a week due to the hospital food. I replied  "Sir; I lost a whole stone  In sixteen days when I was here last time a year ago".
Not to be out done my visiting son Chris remarked , "A few months ago our Ginger Tom Cat Spent Six hours in the local Veterinary Hospital and lost two stones."

Vest is a trifle sore in the Nether Regions and is unable to squat on this chair for too long , so I shall return  in a while. Vest.... back soon.

   The power of imagination makes us infinite.

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Maths Teacher Arrested.

Maths Teacher Arrested At London Heathrow Airport - held in isolation.
A secondary school teacher was arrested today at London's Heathrow International airport as he attempted to
board an international flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a pair of compasses, a slide-rule and a calculator.
At a press conference, a UK Border Control spokesman said he believes the man is a member of the notorious extremist Al-Gebra movement. He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the Police with carrying weapons of maths instruction.
'Al-Gebra is a problem for us', the Spokesman said. 'They derive solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in search of absolute values.' They use secret code names like "X" and "Y" and refer to themselves as "unknowns;" but we have determined that they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. As the Greek philosopher Isosceles used to say, "There are three sides to every triangle.
When asked to comment on the arrest, Opposition labour Leader said,"If God had wanted us to have better weapons of maths instruction, He would have given us more fingers and toes." Fellow Labour colleagues told reporters they could not recall a more intelligent or profound statement by the Opposition Leader.

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

The Explanation

The Explanation This relates to a one off cocky fem  med person I met yesterday 

Any aged person at 88 plus who has four sources of income and has lived in five different countries and travelled to at least 78 countries some many times, and has written his memoirs and is still posting on his blog after nearly ten years and 1, 262 posts plus comments and still writes for News Corp  but has lost his hearing aid.  has no desire to be belittled and be put down by some one job  medical nanny, your assumptions are way out of whack. I refer to other persons  of similar age not all suffer from dementia as some medical staff would love to presume and be treated as if one were a juvenile or retard.
Brains of older people are slow because they know so much

People do not decline mentally with age, it just takes them longer to recall facts because they have more information in their brains, scientists believe. Much like a computer struggles as the hard drive gets full, so, too, do humans take longer to access information when their brains are full.

Researchers say this slowing down process is not the same as cognitive decline.
The human brain works slower in old age, but only because we have stored more information over time. The brains of older people do not get weak. On the contrary, they simply know more.
Also, older people often go to another room to get something and when they get there, they stand there wondering what they came for. It is NOT a memory problem, it is nature's way of making older people take more exercise, although this paragraph does not apply to me, yet.

          The other five Med staff  I met during my pre op check were great.
           I remained cool in case by chance I might not survive the op next week.
           Must not antagonise the people with the cutlery.

           Vest.....Back soon.



Wednesday, 7 January 2015

History On This Day.

     January 7 1946. on this date  Yours truly VEST had served in the Royal Navy for Four Years and had served on  this ship* for three plus years I was just Nineteen and five months of age.
    Due to wartime business with the opposition namely the forces of Nippon, the steering namely the rudder  became split  on the way back to Sydney from Tokyo The *HMS King George V, a 40,000 ton Battleship after a several trials was deemed seaworthy provided its speed did not exceed ten knots.
    The 'King George V' had left  from No 6 Wooloomooloo dock Sydney on Sun Jan 6 1946 The temp was also 46C, a military band played on the jetty as sad girlfriends waved good bye mid the  tune of 'Land of hope and Glory'. it would be the last time a British battleship would be seen in mainland Australian waters..***
As I glimpsed at a shore line never to be seen again until my return on Aug 4 -71 with my family., The KGV Sailed to Hobart.
. It seemed our Captain had had a bet with his friend another Brit  Engineering Captain who was the Skipper of the 39ft Sloop 'RANI', that if he won the Inaugural 'Sydney to Hobart' race he  would bring the ship down to Hobart. Sorry Aussies The Poms won that first race;  it is not mentioned too often
     Yes it was Seventy years ago today when a 15.5 year old vest a 4ft 10"  Barnardo boy of no fixed abode was given to the Royal Navy (Brit) By Watts Naval Training School for a finders fee of 25 pounds sterling.
     Incidentally the journey for KGV from Sydney Jan 6 was finally over on March 13 -1946. ..66 days
     KGV The Flagship of the BPF The forgotten Fleet)

*** except for Fremantle on the way back to UK.

     The last Laugh... The Royal Navy have been paying my 25% pension at the current rate  for over 48 years., as the say " Money for old rope"

 Vest, part of history.
BTW I am unwell and will not be posting for a while. also My Rosemary is not in the best shape she is losing it , it is so sad.

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Another trip in the ambulance.

My tinnitus problem, a legacy from the gunnery years whilst with His and Her Majesties Royal Navy;Jan 42 To Jul 66 has been a constant irritant. so it seems  and it is never going away.. Yesterday an extension to the problem occurred after a  build up of dizziness and a feeling of nausea,  this phenomenon was described  as Vertigo ( like LSD or - Being on another planet). a feeling of being out of control.  Having settled down and being given all the treatment known to allay these symptoms  I returned home late last night. I have this medication to prevent the problem  but I have yet  to take any. However, I do feel much much better than yesterday and shall wait and see how matters progress.The seven hour stay in the Triage Section of the emergency dept  was amusing to follow the antics of some of the other arrivals, one drunken  unkempt unshaven blood splattered garrulous neanderthal approached the bed where I was laying, mumbling incoherently the said goon  was told  by my good self  in terms unmentionable that my  pee bottle was about to be  tipped on his head , walked back to where he had been sitting picked up his bag and left the hospital, the matter did not go un noticed, however, nothing was said about the incident.
Feeling OK at this moment,

Back soon ...Vest.

Monday, 29 December 2014

Will the A B C Aus get it right?

During the most recent Channel Seven program 'Millionaire' , the presenter asked the contestant to answer all of the five final questions. Unfortunately he failed on one question which was, " In which sea is the Island of Corfu in the Mediterranean" . the contestant replied the 'Adriatic sea,' the Quiz master then stated it was incorrect.
There are times when your past returns to haunt you, Namely while serving on The Royal Navy cruiser HMS Mauritius shortly after the incident 'The mining of the two British destroyers in the Corfu channel 22nd Oct 1946.
What happened  was the HMS  Mauritius led the flotilla through the channel and the destroyer HMS Saumarez struck a mine followed shortly after the Destroyer HMS Volage also being struck by a mine. In all both ships were write offs also 44 sailors killed another 42 wounded and all of this occurred in the 'IONIAN SEA'   not the ADRIATIC our bright boys at AUS ABC are saying, on the newscast where in a similar location  a Greek owned Passenger ferry is currently in danger of sinking and is on fire.

" Getting it wrong can be a wealth hazard." Yes , I answered all five Questions correctly (True) godsonner..... Vest.. Back soon..... A Happy New Year, Everyone'....

Check the mining incident on Google. lots of info.
Also The name of the Captain of the HMS Mauritius  was Captain 'Lord  Ashbourne;'. according to my service records. during the Exodus probs in Palestine.Where the ship left  Haifa in a hail of small arms fire on the morning of May 14 1948. another small episode during my Naval career. Fini.

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Friday, 26 December 2014

Christmas Constipation.?

Whoever sent this message to my blog 'thank you;' I shall pass it on. However, the Chrissy Pud has worked wonders and there is little need for any drastic measures to be taken by myself to evacuate my internal plumbing.
The following is a message of hope for those who have gorged themselves silly over the festive season. and are suffering from Belly Balloon.

Movicol is a brand-name laxative manufactured by Norgine.UK
Each sachet of this medicine contains macrogol (polyethylene glycol) 3350, an iso-osmotic laxative, along with sodium bicarbonate, sodium chloride and potassium chloride. Electrolytes are included to help mitigate the possibility of electrolyte imbalance and dehydration. The contents of the sachets are mixed with water to make a drink. The range of Movicol includes Movicol Junior, Movicol-Half, Movicol Chocolate and Movicol Plain. Movicol is currently the largest selling laxative in the world in value terms.
Macrogol is an inert substance that passes through the gut without being absorbed into the body. It relieves constipation because it causes the water it is taken with, to be retained in the bowel instead of being absorbed into the body. This increases the water content and volume of the stools in the bowel, making them softer and easier to pass. According to new guidelines previewed in a story at the University of Maryland, isosmotic macrogol can be used to treat constipation in Parkinson's Disease patients (it is an often-overlooked non-motor symptom).

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Sunday, 14 December 2014

It is catching up time.

More things get done and sorted at this time of the year, mostly over a short period coming up to Christmas. whether you are a believer or not it is hard not to get caught up in the spirit of Christmas. it's temporary goodwill rarely lasting beyond the Christmas season, sadly like the temporary truce at Christmas during the 14 -18 war when Fritz and Tommy played a friendly football game followed by killing each other on Boxing day.
Although we are already geared up for any onslaught of visiting friends and relatives; however,  it seems unlikely to happen being our progeny all have their own small tribes and followers to make merry with and the distance between us can be a trial if one travels at this point in time.
I hear that in many places something has happened to Christmas;that it is changing from a time of merriment and carefree gaiety to a holiday filled with tedium; that many people dread the day and the obligation to give Christmas gifts is a nightmare to weary bored souls; that the children of enlightened parents no longer believe in Santa Claus; And that all in all, the effort to be happy and have pleasure makes many honest hearts grow dark with despair instead of beaming with goodwill and cheerfulness
.Fortunately  We/I have fulfilled our moral obligations. to our loved ones and friends and are now ready  for the outcome of Christmas whatever it may be.

Wishing you all a Merry and Peaceful Christmas.
 Vest .... Daily Gaggle.... back soon.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

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Monday, 1 December 2014

Busy Busy Busy .

What with more medical problems taking away time allotted to blogging and visiting, I have accumulated domestic chores piling up with little respite at hand; plus there is the December seasonal activities to take care of. So if I am still moving and breathing after this has been sorted I'll get back to blogging. Bye for now Vest.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

The Unhappy People.

They're not happy in Gaza . They're not happy in Egypt .... They're not happy in Libya ... They're not happy in Morocco .... They're not happy in Iran . They're not happy in Iraq .. They're not happy in Yemen .... They're not happy in Afghanistan ..... They're not happy in Pakistan ... They're not happy in Syria .... They're not happy in Lebanon ... SO, WHERE ARE THEY HAPPY? They're happy in Australia .... They're happy in Canada .. They're happy in England .. They're happy in France ... They're happy in Italy ... They're happy in Germany ... They're happy in Sweden ... They're happy in the USA .. They're happy in Norway ... They're happy in Holland ... They're happy in Denmark ... Basically, they're happy in every country that is not Muslim and unhappy in every country that is! AND WHO DO THEY BLAME? Not Islam. Not their leadership. Not themselves. THEY BLAME THE COUNTRIES THEY ARE HAPPY IN! AND THEN- They want to change those countries to be like, THE COUNTRY THEY CAME FROM WHERE THEY WERE UNHAPPY! Excuse me, but I can't help wondering... How damn dumb can you get? Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslim Terrorists are so quick to commit suicide. Lets have a look at the evidence: - No Christmas - No television - No nude women - No football - No pork chops - No hot dogs - No burgers - No beer - No bacon - Rags for clothes - Towels for hats - Constant wailing from some idiot in a tower - More than one wife - More than one mother-in-law - You can't shave - Your wife can't shave - You can't wash off the smell of donkeys - You cook over burning camel shit - Your wife is picked by someone else for you - and your wife smells worse than your donkey - Then they tell them that "when they die, it all gets better"??? Well No Shit Sherlock!.... It's not like it could get much worse!

Friday, 21 November 2014


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Thursday, 13 November 2014

Appendage Health Problems.

Last Thursday AM I fronted up to one of our Local GP's, I am not sure of his name, However his appearance suggested he would have Knowledge of the 'Golden Temple of Amritsar.He listened attentively, weighed me and took my Blood pressure reading, I was then given a prescription of Meds to cover one week and was told to return in one week with a sample of urine. I had arrived that morning with a sample of urine taken on rising from bed at 7am, and informed said doctor of my predicament, Meaning My appendage was sore and had been peeing blood and other odd bits and pieces overnight, despite the sample showing otherwise. I asked the said GP to arrange a referral for the Specialist who has the history of my past problems concerning this matter.as this info was given to me by the specialist's Secretary whom I had phoned earlier that morning, to pass on to my GP. Over the past week signs of blood and other tiddly bits were frequently seen in my wee wee although the past two days seemed normal despite the continued soreness. This morning I again phoned the Specialist's Secretary who listened attentively and told me to get that elusive 'Referral Also she told me I had an appointment to see the specialist Dec 1. This morning I phoned the local Doctors office his secretary has arranged an appointment in four days time. My doctors office/ surg, is three mins walk away or 35 seconds by car, Shortly a note and sample will be delivered by hand to said place of healing. The only humour to creep out in this lot of twaddle was the remark by said doc last Thursday being, "Have you been seeing any women lately" Only my dear lady of 80 years and my self being 88 so it is HARDLY likely. 'The best is yet to be'...Vest Aus 2nd class, No G C, back soon. Spell check out again.