Wednesday, 24 August 2016

DEROGATORY DOCS




Saturday, 20 August 2016

Quietly going about it..


Quietly going about their business but such a pity some smoke too.

Doing it quietly is not always the case arriving at that pinnacle of bliss, but there are somethings you just cannot change and one of them is that human beings like making babies, so it is nice to know the majority of us are quietly going about the business of keeping the human race going, and it seems those who are leading the charge are women in western Sydney the city's true heartland.
Now this is good for the economy and-more importantly-good for brothers and sisters. It's not scandalous or outrageous but behind closed doors across Sydney little miracles are being made every day.
Unfortunately some women are making headlines for the wrong reasons, I suppose you might say this a spin off from a former post of mine "Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference"(Archives March 23-05). Most intelligent people who smoke are probably aware that smoking for the first thirty years of your adult life will reduce your life expectancy by up to ten years and also reduce hanky panky within the boudoir considerably too. those who have stopped puffing will tell you I must have been nuts not to have packed it in long ago. However, it is sad when the habits of mothers who smoke will in turn give their unborn child a legacy of lung and breathing problems to deal with for the rest of their lives. I am reliably informed that around twenty per cent of pregnant women continue to smoke during pregnancy against strong advice from health authorities. I say it should be mandatory by law for women to stop smoking during pregnancy and measures taken to forcibly isolate them from tobacco products in order to guarantee the optimum health of the new baby.

Twenty three years ago just prior to Christmas I was suffering from a severe bout of colley wobbles-an undefined medical problem which was giving me a few bad moments with ongoing pain. In the washup the Doc informed me I would be dead within three months if I did not cease smoking. From that moment on for me fags were a thing of the past, I had too much to live for, my health improved and gave me more powers within the boudoir.
However, I still believe that the Doctor was a lying sod, but I had little time to Question his wisdom.
Vest.... Back soon.

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Words on Wednes day

   Words on Wednesday

WHIMSEY.
SHADOWS.
FLUTTERING.
UNTIED.
ICE CUBES.
SUNBEAM.

       It was at the final occasion of our Association Annual General Meeting and Barbeque. We were all old shipmates who had kept in touch over the years - Vets from WW2 and other conflicts, all in our Eighties, but that was more than ten years ago,. The (SHADOWS) of time had already decimated our once forty odd strong membership ; but now we were only just able to make a quorum .
plus three.
     It had been a hot day and while the (ICE CUBES) clinking  in our glasses (UNTIED) our tongues which  gave way to airing a (WHIMSEY) or two from the past while (FLUTTERING) Butterflies  chased each other from the (SHADOWS) to (SUNBEAM) around the flowers wilting in the heat and  flies a-plenty arrived for a feed on the leftovers on the unattended Barbeque.
     Yes this is the land down under - Australia, hot and sticky; the land which became our future - remembered as British Navy Sailors who fought In the Pacific WW2 and returned to live out our lives in the land of OZ.
George 93, Jim  93, Pat 90, and Les 90. All ex boy sailors at sea when 16. yrs of age. Yes you get it , Just Children.

Vest ..Back soon.

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

My words for Wednesday

While I am waiting for the recovery of WORDS  from a blog far afield, I shall post those of my choice - chosen at random , simply for my own amusement being I am at a loose end today, Fifteen words from a hat six drawn by my wife of 63 years; Rosemary who has dementia..
 REJECTIONS.
WRONG.
TEDIOUS.
BETTER.
FACT.
DIDN"T.

Wow these are hard to digest, fortunately my wife has gone to her Club? today for a few hours, so my mind will be able to concentrate, so after a few stumbles here we go.

     The first time I sent a book out and I got all these (REJECTIONS) I said to myself, Well, they (DIDN'T) even read it. The (FACT). of the matter is that you did something wrong, You need to find out what it is. Either the way you packaged it and presented it to the publisher was wrong, or you chose the (WRONG) publisher.. Your writing was (TEDIOUS). your writing was unprofessional and your manuscript was sloppy You (DIDN"T know the market. You know you did something wrong with that book. You need to go back and you need to throw that book away. you need to find out what it is that you need to learn how to do (BETTER).
Many of life's failures are people who did not realise how close they were to success when they gave up.
Vest THE DAILY GAGGLE, Back soon.

Monday, 15 August 2016

Religeous Hatred the great divider

Anonymous
This was sent to me by an Italian!!!
Interesting info! Must read Give the Title... can u?!!!!!!

You know the Latin Catholic will not enter to Syrian catholic church, these two will not enter to the Marthoma church, these three will not enter to penthacost church, these four will not enter to Salvation army church, these five will not enter to 7th day Adventist church, these six will not enter to orthodox church, these seven will not enter to Jacobite church, ?..like this there are 146 castes in Kerala alone for Christianity, each will never share their churches for Christians ! Wonderful One Christ, One Bible, One Jehova?.What a unity !

Among Muslims, Shia and Sunni kill each other in all the Muslim countries. The religious riot in Muslim countries is always between these two. The Shia will not go to Sunni mosque, these two will not go to Ahamadiya mosque, these three will not go to Sufi mosque, these four will not go to Mujahiddin mosque?.like this it appears there are 13 castes in among Muslims, Killing / bombing/conquering/ massacring/? each other ! The American attack to the Muslim land of Iraq is fully supported by all the Muslim countries surrounding Iraq ! One Allah, One Quran, One Nebi?.!

Great unity !

For Hindus 1280 books, 10,000 commentaries, more than one lakh sub commentaries for these foundation books, 330 million gods, variety of aacharas, thousands of Rishies, hundreds of languages,?still everyone goes to the SAME TEMPLE? whether unity is for Hindus or in others and never Quarreled each other for the last ten thousand years in the name of Religion.

I shall be busy today so I posted this earlier info from a friend, as I find it is always easier to draw on the storeroom of memory than to find something original to say, particularly when one  hurts one's thumb in the kitchen and swears  using the wotsit word and get's told off by her indoors to whom I reply, " We must swear while we may for in heaven it will not be allowed".

Vest... back soon.

Saturday, 13 August 2016

Politicin Aint what it seems to be. AUSTRALIAN GENERAL ELECTIONS .



SYDNEY Town in the land of OZ was in a pre election frenzy. The two main Antagonists were a newcomer to fed politics (labor) bloke, Saint Kevin Rudd wearing red. and the (conservative -Liberal) Dead beat Bush suckhole and chicken Hawk Prime Miniature, J, Winnie, Howard in blue.

Friday, 12 August 2016

The blonde Mortician.


A man who'd just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.
The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.
The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'
The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly...
She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied.. You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?'

To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.
'There's no charge,' she says.
'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.
'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.'

'So I just switched the heads.'

Thursday, 11 August 2016

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY (1)

Today's Words are as follows.

SEA GREEN.
FROTH.
SHARP.
THOUSANDS.
RAIN.
ABDUCTED>

                                   This is my story

      The former master of the seized ship sat forlornly on the stern thwart holding the tiller of the 32  foot Cutter possibly wondering what went wrong. The ships crew or most of them had been abused or flogged at the slightest whim of the their officers and their attendant security namely six marines. the wife of the Master being one of the main reasons for the mutiny; who demanded the flogging of all persons who would dare look upon or drool over her gaze-worthy form.
     The plot was quite simple. The second mate Mr Vest and  now Master designate, suggested a  birthday party  be held and on the lower deck and invite the six marines whom they easily filled with rum and were soon snoring.. The mutiny commenced when the marines were (ABDUCTED) one after the other at the point of the (SHARP) end of a bayonet on the end of a musket Stolen from the marines while asleep.. One by one the marines and officers were rudely awakened from their slumbers to be taken to the upper deck and ordered to climb down into the ships cutter.in the pouring (RAIN). Soon after a baricoe of water and provisions were sent down to the boat which was now swinging a fair bit in the wind and waiting to be lowered on the crest of a wave in a boiling (SEA GREEN)  ocean.
Finally the order to " Let Go' was given and the disengaging gear dropped the boat and the boat cleared the side of the ship and was seen later wallowing up and down with a lady still in her night attire screeching with (FROTH Covering her sea sick face.
      Fortunately the persons in the cutter would soon reach land fall for what it was worth, being there were (THOUSANDS) of islands in the near vicinity - mostly populated by people yet to become subordinate to a foreign power and with a taste for 'Long Pig' , Maybe a Great white variety would soon be on their menu
        "Ready about" came the order from the new Master -  Captain Vest who pointed the ship to Rio and freedom. rather than Sydney and incarceration..


Monday, 8 August 2016

2nd Words on Wednesday.

2nd Words on Wednesday.

CONVALESCENCE.
RANCOR.
EMPATHY.
EXPERTISE.
DANGLE.
TISSUES..

Below is my Composition.

I know a business executive, a modest man recently out of CONVALESCENCE after a serious accident, no tears  for this brave man so save your TISSUES, his EMPATHY towards the Guilty party in the accident shows the type of person who is rarely defeated. No problem, no set-back ever gets him down. He simply attacks without RANCOR each difficulty with an optimistic attitude and a sure confidence that it will work out all right -.together with an EXPERTISE where he does not need to DANGLE a juicy carrot to persuade a client. He seems to have a magic touch on life-a touch that never fails.

Vest ... Back soon.

Sunday, 7 August 2016

IT"S MID WINTER HERE IN AUSTRALIA. BRR. AND THE SNIFFLE SEASON MARTYR IS SOLDIERING ON


     Although it is relatively warm when compared to winter in some parts of the Northern Hemisphere, Like Alaska, Siberia and Minnesota in the USA, we still find that it is the rapid rise and fall in temperature which creates the misery of the winter head colds, influenza and the constant sniffles and watery eyes. The average temp here on the Cent/Coast 5 cel- 21 cel midday, colder when we have winds from the South.
     We all know them, every workplace has at least one, some have more-the office martyr.
The person although as sick as a dog, insists on coming to work and making life hell for everyone who has the misfortune to be there with them that day.
These people sniff, wheeze, cough and splutter their way through the day, moaning about how ill they are but how much a good example they are for coming in to work.
They leave a trail of infectious germs on every thing they touch, which in turn their colleagues are exposed to, you will find them on the Bus or on the train Spreading infection to other travellers.
To all those who think they are "soldiering on", stop being a hero and a asshole, no one appreciates your self assumed martyrdom.
You are not a better employee for turning up for work, you are not fully productive when you feel that bad. Nothing at work is so important that it can't wait a day or two and if it is someone else will surely take charge of it.
You will cost your employer more by taking down other workmates and fellow travellers
with the coughs and colds you spread around.
Stay at home rug up and rest in bed with your favourite person or a good book, Its the best and only way to enjoy your predicament, remember catching the flu is a privilege

Vest ... Back soon.

Friday, 5 August 2016

Wednesdays Words on a Friday

Words for this Friday are as follows.

COVERT.
BOLT.
TEMPTING.
WANDER.
SWEET.
FAMILIAR.
My composition follows, ' Memories when a child of nine during the thirties in merry England '..

     When I was a child I would WANDER  around the FAMILIAR local countryside and into the woods or COVERT as was the local term . These woods would play host to many forms of flora and fauna which had survived the ravages of urbanisation and development. I came well prepared with my box of sandwiches and my towel and outer clothing hoisted above my head as I waded into the chilly water hoping there were no hungry fish seeking a juicy meal of a large worm. On dry land I dressed and went foraging for hazel nuts which normally would be in abundance at that time of the year, however  my arrival created much ado and scurrying from the colony of Red Squirrels who would BOLT to take cover up the trees faster than the eye could follow them.
      Having found one tree which unfortunately had  been harvested  I knew my search for those SWEET TEMPTING nuts was  going to be a futile exercise and I assumed that if one tree  was laid bare the others would be too and the fruit of the Squirrels labour stored away out of sight for the Squirrels winter hibernation and. It was nice to know those pesky Grey American squirrels had not found and destroyed this colony of local Reds, this was due to their habitat being completely surrounded by water .leaving them totally isolated.
Chalgrove Oxford ENG !935.

HAVE FUN GETTING RID OF YOUR UNWANTED JUNK MAIL


SEND IT BACK OR TO SOMEONE ELSE

Junk Mail Help: When you get 'ads' enclosed with your phone or utility bill, return these 'ads' with your payment. Let the sending companies throw their own junk mail away.

When you get those 'pre-approved' letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to 2nd mortgages and similar type junk, do not throw away the return envelope. Most of these come with postage- paid envelopes, right? It costs them more than the regular postage 'If ' and when they receive them back.
It costs them nothing if you throw them away, but the postage charges increase according to weight, so in that case, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it into these cool postage return envelopes.
ANOTHER GREAT IDEA is: Send an ad for your local plumber or chimney cleaner to American Express and a Pizza coupon with the assortment of supermarket gunge to Citybank. if you become over loaded with junk mail, stuff it in an old large used envelope and stick their return paid envelope to it.
If you wish to remain anonymous, make sure your name is not on anything you return.
The banks and credit card companies are currently getting back a lot of their junk by mail, but folks, we need to OVERWHELM them. Lets let them know what its like to get lots of junk mail, and best of all they will be paying for it...Twice!.
Let's help keep the postal services busy since they are saying that e-mail is cutting into their business profits, and that is why they need to increase postage costs again.
If enough people follow these tips it will work.

 I wish I could send back some of the hostile mail I received from wowsers  on the cricket post..
 Anyhow, have a nice day.
 Vest... Back soon.

Sunday, 31 July 2016

Cricket I have your wicket.

      Australia have just been beaten  by Sri Lanka in the first test in Galle S L. Last month the SL'S were soundly beaten by England in all forms of the game which does not look too good for  Australia , For those geographically dead in the head Australia is approximately 100 times greater than Sri Lanka and both have a similar population  and is 11 hours flying time from Sydney and 5hrs from Port Hedland WA Aus.
     For the people who are devoid of cricket knowledge here is my explanation of that revered and historic game. a rerun from a former post.

                                         CRICKET  IV"E GOT YOUR WICKET.
The following preamble is a laymans explanation of the rules of cricket to the good  people of North America.
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in goes out, and when he is out he comes in and the next man goes in until he is out. When one side are all out, the side that's been out comes in and the side that has been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man goes out and goes in.
There are two men called umpires who are all out all the time, and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have been out, and both sides have been out twice, after the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game.
The general rules of actual play are saturated with a glossary of terms and conditions with sub rules, with the prefixes 'Unless, depending, benefit of doubt, and other Misc Claptrap, every morsel of important cricket goings on is recorded in WISDEN a sacred hard to get book with more info on cricket than Brittanica, from the time the first ball was bowled in Hambledon Hampshire England in the early 19th century . There is more to read in Wisden than the 'Holy Bible' or the 'SevenPillars of WISDOM'.
Any Cricket Jokes?
 

Vest ....Back soon... Over & 'OUT'
                                  

Saturday, 30 July 2016

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY(A new Beginning)

     My Computer has been upgraded and its content is completely unlike its predecessor , it will take time for me to get around it al.l.
Words for Wednesday are below..

HOPSCOTCH.
SOMEONE.
DAYS.
HOTTER.
HOAXER
LONELY
Plus "I was wondering if you could solve a silly argument". ..

This is my composition  for today's words.

      I was wondering if (SOMEONE) Or you could solve a silly argument ? My eldest son aged 61 is telling me that my new PCW10 is easy. My son has spent several ( DAYS) converting my aged PC into something his brain conceived and expects my 90 year old noddle to grasp this altogether new system in a flash, well he is wrong as I am aware it will take me far more time than he did to conceive it,. to him it is simple. However, as I sit (LONELY) at my PC wondering if a (HOAXER) has been at work being that all of the bells and whistles I knew before have been substituted for a host of new ones and has left me like  jumping (HOPSCOTCH) from one square to another and in turn getting me (HOTTER) under the collar with frustration.
     A few years before I joined the RN I was taught  or better still I leaned the Morse Code and the Naval code of Flag Signals, although when the USA entered the WW2 the Morse code remained the   same (SOMEONE) minus a brain made a confusing decision and the flags were substituted for the International code, meaning the same flags indelible in my head were given differing meanings.  However there was one exception.
The Navy flag 'C,' A square flag envelope shape divided, black to mast , blue to fly, red to deck and yellow on high, became flag Z or Zee as was pronounced by the US Navy, so C became Zee but for all intents and purposes the meanings remained the same,  Flown at the mast head  It's meaning was the same in both codes "I Require a Tug".
Other Meaningful Flag signals may seem humorous like flag 'V' White with red X marking like the Irish flag it means " I need assistance" or that of the Scottish flag - flag M - White with Blue X meaning " My vessel is Stopped"..About right I reckon.

"The Best is yet to be" .... Vest Back soon.
 

        

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

Upgrading my Computer back as soon as possibl

Yes it is a blank. However, you may like to take  a look at earlier posts. Thank You .
Vest.... Back soon.

Saturday, 23 July 2016

Most of the World Navies lower deck Sailors Wear Effeminate Uniforms.


The Sailor’s Uniform
For many years, sailors in the Royal Navy waited for the privilege to
leave their ship or establishment out of uniform. In the early 1950’s, this
privilege was finally granted, but only in shore establishments. In 1965, it
was extended to ships, but only in British Commonwealth ports of call.
Should anyone dare suggest that my descendants wear a Gilbert and
Sullivan comic opera-type navy uniform, I would cheerfully see them
dead before allowing it. People who wear these uniforms may feel proud
for a while, but the novelty wears off very quickly when you discover
you have been dressed to fit into a subordinate category and are
identified as such. Furthermore, you are obliged to cringe, bow, and
grovel before all other navy personnel who are dressed in attire that is
more comfortable. The higher their order of rank, the more difficult it is
to communicate with them. This sort of situation gives the word ‘rank’ a
different definition. You can easily recognise these Dartmouth Desmond's
because they elevate their twitching noses like pompous peacocks when
they address you. During any conversation, you will be forced to listen to
cod’s wallop like “I say, old chap” or” I say, Smith” or “Jolly good, oh get
on with it” or “Damn good show” and “Rugger Soccer” and “Twickers.”
By this time, you will wish you had joined the salvos, who at least
command respect no matter what IQ they have. Sitting on their arses and
legally collecting money and smiling at people cannot be all that bad.
If you have ever struggled to get into a British Navy sailor’s uniform,
you will know how uncomfortably hot and itchy it is. The useless black
silk and lanyard just make it easier for shore-going assassins to be able to
strangle you in a punch-up.
Most sailors during my Royal Navy days (including those from other
countries) couldn’t wait to take off these peculiar uniforms that are
reminiscent of the days of wigs and crinolines.
The USA, a former colony of Britain and the world leader when it
comes to reform and futuristic ideology, has also missed the boat when it
comes to uniforms. Although its lower-deck sailor’s uniform lacks the
distinctive pantomime look of the French and British theatrical costume,
in my opinion it still looks flamboyant and effeminate.
Gene Kelly, Old Blue Eyes, and other stars were seen cavorting gaily
about in sailor’s uniforms in semi-ancient Hollywood movies, but they
were paid astronomical fees for doing so.
Nowadays, girls, women, etc. avoid relationships with long-absent
seagoing lovers, unless of course they are strict or religious or perhaps
desperate, pregnant, or just plain ugly. Nevertheless, I admire those dear
few ladies who love waiting and appreciate what they are waiting for.
My message to you black-tie bigwigs with your myriads of medals is:
Cast your eyes upon the plight of your lower-deck men. It’s time they
wore sophisticated uniforms that make them look like men. Put the old,
outdated uniforms where they belong – with cocked hats, penny-farthing
bicycles, grandma’s box of musty mementos, and rusty tins of used gramophone needles.

Friday, 22 July 2016

2nd Words on Wednesday

EXHIBITION.
FEELING.
BEWITCHING.
CAPTIVE.
GUSHING.
CANDLE.

 Vest 2nd Composition.

     It is usually with a FEELING of relief when one departs after attending a BEWITCHING CANDLE light supper at Mrs Bucket's  (Pronounced Bouquet)  upmarket EXHIBITION residence.
      The pomposity of this garrulous GUSHING Lady ? is beyond belief, who one, dares not attempt to interrupt, while she is prattling off to her bored CAPTIVE audience.
       It is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed by someone possibly wiser than one's self. Vest ....back soon.

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY ( The village Bike.)



     These Are the Words For Wednesday

It is now up to you to compose a story  yarn or a poem or even a limerick (That would be hard )

EXHIBITION.
FEELINGS.
BEWITCHING.
CAPTIVE.
GUSHING.
CANDLE.

     This is my Composition.. By Vest.
 
     The FEELINGS  of the persons who attended the newly formulated  evening EXHIBITION  Highlighted by the impressive coloured CANDLE  lights and who  had created impressive floral exhibits but failed to impress the GUSHING  judge who obviously was  favouring Lord and Lady Cods Wallop's tawdry exhibit (Or that of their gardeners) As was usually the case  followed by the exhibit by the village Squire and his newly acquired leggy blonde  wife whose visible Undercarriage was highlighted by her BEWITCHING see through attire which thrilled a CAPTIVE audience of gawking village idiots yelling their approval of the Squires  latest acquisition - formerly the village Bike.

I am likely to be put in the Village Stocks for this one.

Vest back soon.

Saturday, 16 July 2016

The BIG 90 Today




         Dear Friends and Relatives

     Today July  16  2016 I have reached a pinnacle of life I least expected , I consider myself to be a lucky person having survived to this Grand Age.
     There have been many pitfalls during my lifetime which with perseverance were overcome by a steady as you go attitude to life and not expect that others should do my bidding and to put to good purpose my own allotted measure of commonsense and a willingness to make things happen. I have lived a healthy lifestye mostly in my later years and the deprivations of my early years taught me to appreciate the better things in later life common to many people. I have survived several conflicts Other than minor marital happenings however, all is well and my partnership with my Wife Rosemary has always been compatible for the past 63 years, it also gives me pleasure knowing I have a great family whom I love unconditionally plus many friends whom I love and respect and am grateful for their acceptance of me
     To all all of the nice people who have conveyed their good wishes to me and recently for my Wife Rosemary a Big Big "Thank you.".

,Grand father Father and Uncle Leslie. XOX.


Friday, 15 July 2016

Tomorrow In History.

 
    It was on July 16 during the Gregorian Calendar year 622  approx 1,394 years ago when Mohammad took flight from Mecca to Medina but the Muslim calendar will tell you it was 1,427 years ago. So it would seem a Muslim person  person reaching 98.7  Gregorian years tomorrow  will have reached 100  Hal Al years. I wonder how the world would be if  big MO had missed his flight. its all too weird for words.

 Also on July 16 1945 The first Atomic Explosion  was tested In the New Mexico desert  in the USA..

 Then on July 16 1969 at 2100 hrs British Summer Time (B S T) the  Apollo 11 crew took flight to the Moon..

 And finally . On July 16 1926,  Yours truly VEST was hatched at 21 , Homerton High Street, Hackney, London E8 England.  And the world rejoiced, er I dun Fink so.being  the world  around me already had more than its share of problems

 May we all be given  the serenity to accept things we cannot change, the courage to change the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
 Vest..... back soon. be good.

Thursday, 14 July 2016

Second "Words on Wednesday"

 The second list: 
  1. clip
  2. tie
  3. previous
  4. greet
  5. attack
  6. serve
      This my  Composition

     Joining the RSL Club was an ATTACK on my privacy, but particularly annoying by the meathead who towered over me asking personal questions as if I was a newly born  or a Nozzer joining the R/Navy. He having perused my service records he and his fellow inquisitor seemed a little embarrassed - my thwarting icy stare on  saying thank you  followed their remark of "Quite a distinguished service sir, "Yes I replied" However his final  SERVE as good as a CLIP around the ear was "remember to wear a TIE the next time you call"
     A few days later following my PREVIOUS encounter, I fronted up to the overweight beer swiller. with black TIE whose  main purpose was to GREET patrons who had legitimate access to the club and remove those  who had not, As  I flashed my new club card when  I passed his desk  he replied "OI oo  are you,; show me your card" Oh its you the POM  who Joined last week "Yes I replied You have had a chat with your fellow Bludging Galahs  who cannot say the word English man . I then reminded him that when I become the President of the club he and his cronies would be looking for another occupation should they continue their anti social  remarks.

" If you are strong there are no precedents."

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Words for Wednesday..A Greek Tragedy.

                                                        Words for this Wednesday

BROAD.
BEWILDERED.
DRACONIAN.
IMPRESS.
BE.
HELPLESS.

This is my Greek Tragedy.

     The more recent Greek tragedy concerning Greece, brought about by the failure of the Greeks to fulfill their obligations to the EEC, were minuscule compared to the BROAD list of indiscretions   Which could be perpetrated  by members of a  BEWILDERED and HELPLESS population under Draco's  DRACONIAN administration who had no redress if convicted and capital punishment would BE the inevitable result. It would be a toss up who was the worse tyrant he or Mr Schiclegruber  - aka Adolf H who exited our world in 1945.
     Fortunately for the Greeks  the tide turned after  a mutinous  insurrection and  Draco the unloved was unseated from power and was replaced by Solon who abolished Draco's laws and instigated laws which would IMPRESS the population , the laws included  a graduated income tax scale and  rewards for ambitious ideas
     More is the pity one cannot resurrect  Solon with a dab of Lazarus oil in order to put him to good use by using his ideas to implant into the minds of our great range of governments around the Globe.
     What our world needs is  people who specialise in the impossible.

Vest DAILY GAGGLE.


Sunday, 10 July 2016






Low Flying Porkers Pillory Public 'P' Platers.

Most motorists have their own anecdotal stories to tell of police cars brazenly flouting the traffic laws for no apparent reason.

Now there is hard evidence that these are not just stories. The revelation that last financial year 1433 police cars were caught breaking the road rules without reason is worryingly high, given there are about 16,000 officers in NSW.

But it should be kept in perspective - the lead-foot officers behind the wheel did not get off without consequence. They had to pay their fines, a combined $345,904, and they lost demerit points too, as would any other motorist. And they were subject to internal investigations by safe driver committees, which is entirely appropriate.

But the behaviour of the minority is unhelpful to the overall objectives of reducing the road toll.

There is already building resentment among some motorists about the punitive measures used in NSW to enforce the road rules. State Government policies have been severe, from double-demerit point weekends to a widening network of fixed-speed cameras. Still to come is the roll-out of 200 more red-light cameras, which will generate thousands of fines.

The NSW Police Force is keen to keep the road toll under 400 this year. This is a goal that deserves widespread community support. However, it is obvious the police hierarchy still has a job ahead convincing their own officers to drive safely and lawfully at all times.

Reckless attitudes to the road rules among a minority of officers serves only to undermine public support and confidence.

There is also a 'T' Junction  adjacent to a Coles Supermarket coming out of  Tenth Avenue Budgewoi NSW Where I live. and a Give Way sign  on the cross road  on the right  Which is Totally ignored by 98% of  all Vehicles . Buses Public service vehicles Every one,  there have been A few prangs but I am surprised there haven't been more,  The reason for the Give Way being there is to keep traffic flowing to avoid a bottle neck Other than that the people ignoring the Give way sign would have right of way. 
'OBEY THE SIGNS'.

LEAD-FOOT PUBLIC SERVANTS.
Traffic fines issued to govt agency cars last year.
NSW POLICE, 1,433.
Ambulance service, NSW, 341.
Energy Australia, 321.
NSW Fire Brigade, 263.
Dept of Community Services, 247.
Rail Corp, 199.
Roads and Traffic Authority, 190.
Dept of Education and Training, 153.
State Transit Authority, 149.
Dept of Corrective Services, 145.

Friday, 8 July 2016

The 2nd Words on Wednesday

   Here are the Words

TASTY.
X RAY'
BONE.
AUNT.
GABBY.
STAY.  

   I have a habit of reading The Sydney Daily Telegraph History column and again a familiar name crops up, which gives me the right to air my TASTY  BONE of contention.
     The people who write some of this Gush have no more idea what they are printing than my great AUNT GABBY Whose X RAY of her noddle  revealed a complete emptiness.
     Let the truth be known, that the said historic person the Parramatta NSW Judge Advocate Richard Atkins, stated to the Governor of NSW Australia Phillip Gidley King on July 8 1805, that as Aborigines are without morals or religion, they cannot give evidence in a case of law.
     So much for that statement from no other than a completely untrustworthy person whose real given birth name was Richard Bowyer ( a likely relative)  It would be a great idea to read his Wiki or google profile to get a better picture of this Despot whose drunken antics and poor judgement of those who fell foul of him  would suggest he came top of the class in Judge Jefferies (The hanging Judge) school of law..
     Richard Bowyer Atkins  was eventually given his marching orders although his Wife and family despaired of him and left earlier for the UK,  little is known of his lifestyle after arriving in the UK..
     Richard Bowyer was the fith son of Sir William Bowyer whose country seat was in Denham Court Buckinghamshire. The elder of the five brothers was George who retired as a rear Admiral
to Radley Oxfordshire after losing a leg during the battle of Ushant 1793 his house now The'BOWYER ARMS is a large Public house Hotel eight miles from Chalgrove where I lived as a child and visited last time iin the UK 2015.
     Another brother was a general in the British Army who served in Florida in the 1700s I believe a fort was named after him in Florida. However, the two remaining Brothers I have little knowledge of.
     I shall have to STAY a little longer to finish giving you more details regarding yours truly Tricky Dickiie AKA  Richard Bowyer..
      Richard Bowyer was sent to serve in the British Army  and was known to have served as an adjutant in the Isle OF Man Corps,. During this period he became involved in lots of Miscellaneous skulduggery plus running foul of the law and becoming  into debt. His father Sir William who despaired of him had words with Lord Atkins who was without issue and who took him in as family until the bubble burst again and sent him packing with his family and a healthy stipend to Australia.
      The only peculiar thing about this TRUE STORY perhaps is that My Wife and I have five sons too and just recently we  assisted  our fith son - our prodigal son to move to Queensland up north about 2000 miles from us.
       Like history coming back to bite us  Les BOWYER , AKA VEST
My spell check is out.

Thursday, 7 July 2016

Words on Wednesday.

 These are the words for Wednesday
compiled from 'Elephants Child".

STOP.
CAN.
BOILING.
KNOTTY.
SCRAPE.
COMPETITION.

 Plus, OUR PRECIOUS HOURS ARE TICKING AWAY.

This is my Composition.



    It has been years since I used a Gym for keeping fit, part of my former occupation was spent in the BOILING sun, this in turn was in direct COMPETITION  with an occasional visit to the gym.
     The Brochure I received in the mail box relating to this activity states "The only people you will come in contact with are those of your own weight and size  problems."
   When I STOP to think about it I realise the people sending me this stuff in the mail have no idea about persons of my age - OUR PRECIOUS HOURS ARE TICKING AWAY and  CAN only guess or hope they find someone in need of their services, although in my case they  get it wrong despite the fact I am not likened to a KNOTTY  Arny Swartznegger - once described by a prominent Sydney Talk Show host as a 'Condom full of Walnuts' I may only be a smigein over-weight and far from a porky, but I would be happy If I could SCRAPE off about five or more Kilos
     You hear gossip about people being mocked and bullied over their weight at the weight loss centres, that is the reason such people mentioned  don't bother to attend again when this happens.
     There are people who frequently use  the Gyms as a source to procure lovers or for the admiration of others. most of these are failed lothario's and would be Miss worlds but mostly Miss Dubbo's and D grade Celebs - occasionally flashing their parts hoping someone is perving or visa versa - particularly in the showers after a workout.. Going back a fair bit  to the time I last frequented a Gym I always tried to be annonymous and got dressed quickly and not talk to anyone - particularly when in the Buff and always turn away from people when drying ones private parts and don ones undies poste haste. and most importantly during this process 'one should never Bend over.'
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Saturday, 2 July 2016

A TWELVE MONTH REPRIEVE.

                                The driving test medical exam , Election day  Sat July 2.. 2016.
     Chaos on the local roads very few parking areas and after voting I somehow managed to find a parking spot; although a trifle cramped for space on my Starboard side due to the wheels  of the other vehicle being about four inches-10 cm away from the allotted line. Getting out of the car and putting my hand on the edge of my door was still a struggle to get out of the car. The Lady? driver of the other car yelled "You touched my car", 'Yes" I replied "with my hand and you Madam sad to say are improperly parked" . Her reply was "Don't Madam me, if you have marked my car I shall kick your door in"  There was no mark but I took her car Reg Number and left her mumbling. I just smiled blew her a kiss and left, "Who breeds with these people."?.
     I checked into the doctors surg and was told there would be an hour to wait at least, so I drove home only two Min's away  for a cuppa and returned later .
     Watching the TV in the waiting room an Archery demonstration was in progress, the Docs Sec said  'All high tech stuff now Mr Bowyer" "yes you are right " I replied- my ancestors who made Bows from the YEW tree would be bewildered. but what is more odd is that my last residence in the UK was  Mr Bowyer at a 27 Yew tree Avenue.(True)
     The Doctor a Mr Singh standing in for Ajay my regular Doc ( On holiday again) set about asking me several intrusive question regarding my health  which would have taken more time than a heart transplant Say's you nearly left it too late  for this exam , BTW do you exercise ? "yes " I replied" I then lied I had been down to Melbourne for the over 70's Olympics  and was a contestant in the  Quarter Marathon and Cycling over twenty Ks Sprint. The doc gave me a strange look - signed the form I breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing I can drive for yet another year -Hopefully..

To achieve great things we must live as though we were never going to die.

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Thursday, 30 June 2016

2nd Story for 'Words on Wednesday

1. virus
2. business
3. instrument
4. special
5. complex
6. superhuman

" There is a Prince Charming in all good fairy stories,  but not in this one.

             In a dream I invent a  SPECIAL  VIRUS,; with the assistance of a BUSINESS partner;
 Who with his SPECIAL  knowledge of COMPLEX  INSTRUMENT production  enabled the
finished tool of destruction to be capable of the complete  annihilation of the huge invading SUPERHUMAN
 aliens from planet (KOOBECAF) .    

Wednesday, 29 June 2016

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY>



Words For WEDNESDAY.

     These Words are here to assist you or confuse you in your .
efforts to compose a short story. These words must be used entirely within your own story. This is not an original Idea but evolves from other frequently visited blogs from which I find Interesting. VEST.

These words were selected from  the blog of RIVER
You may write your story now if you wish.

HOTTEST.
RECONNECT.
INTERACTIVE.
DRIFTWOOD.
MYSTERY.
CONTINENTAL.
                             This is my contribution.

     Although the MYSTERY of the peculiar antics of the visiting sons of Nippon  and their aerobatic performances had been witnessed in and around an area South of the Indian sub CONTINENT( The Indian Ocean)  We were now intent on making our acquaintance yet again. and at that moment in time I would have wished to be elsewhere - any where, however, there was a job  to be done  and despite it being a public holiday for some lucky souls, this Sunday Easter day April 1 and all fools day, it was to become our HOTTEST day yet, when we were due to  RECONNECT with our old foe,  who would be following  our early morning strike  aircraft returning to our A/C Carriers, " Bogey on the Plot All Quarters stand to" Then no fewer than a  dozen of the Sons of Nippon arrived ,Whereupon our INTERACTIVE group on the 'Air Defence Position swung into action
     Later, after the confusion, smoking DRIFTWOOD and other wreckage  from aircraft  Covered the ocean until we moved from the area. Soon after  the Captain arrives and Say's "Well done Lads'' and in his jocular manner grinned when saying" Better wear brown trousers at Action Stations in future"..
Okinawa  45.

VEST... Back soon.


Saturday, 25 June 2016

'Going Down' The British Way..


     'Arrgh" Enough Weekly to buy a small car Or if you Booze Three cheap bottles of Taiwan whisky..
Yep that's how I look at the Amount my Land of hope and *^)#*)(%#$ Glory ; Naval and State British Pension has tumbled, Well I shall not worry too much, this will in turn lower my outgoings to the OZ Fed Govt, and I could be a right B-----d and cancel my miniscule charity donations in order to even the score. Well I shall not do anything about the problem but I shall relish the fact that what Great Britain needs most, is  their locals buy more British goods and close the frontiers to the Hordes of Migrating would be non English speaking Dole Bludgers.and those intent on imposing their archaic and ridiculous beliefs on others.
     Having said that, I feel that as  a now fully Qualified Brit and Strine linguist I should feel grateful to be able to reside in the land Girt by sea and sincerely hope my Rello's in GB get this mess cleaned up soon . Good onyer Girt.

Vest... Back soon.    The time is always right to do what is right.

Friday, 24 June 2016

WHITE RIBBON UNDER SCRUTINY (Read Today's Sydney Telegraph.) Also words for Wednesday

1. Why you should never give a cent to White Ribbon .  Worth a read. Go to Sydney Daily Telegraph on line.  

                                                    ____________________     ...........

    
                                                Results for words on Wednesday
  1. The infamous Wife beating (BOXER)'Benny the basher from Birmingham', emerged from his favourite pub bar having sunk eight pints of his favourite BREW which had washed down his large serving of SMOKED HAM sandwiches.
    His alcohol fueled BELLICOSE attitude sent him flying as he tripped when his RECKLESS charging down the pub steps sent him flying face first skidding on the hot BITUMEN road - his just reward for drunken behaviour.
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  2. The week of camping under CANVAS became a complete disaster due to the tent ROOF leaking due to the continuing rain.
    JEWEL our PLUM coloured Bitser hound left a PUDDLE of water each time she entered the tent when she; accompanied by Bill - a friend, returned from yet another unsuccessful attempt to POACH a few Pheasants from the game reserve for our lunch, 'WELL THAT'S ANNOYING' Say's I and that's not all, it seems the dog just ate the remainder of the SMOKED HAM left over from yesterday, sorry to have to tell you that but I was writing when the dog came in and I made a mistake in the confusion and have written the word ROOF instead of REEF , how silly of me.
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Wednesday, 22 June 2016

EMILY FINAL.

     Emily stayed over that night. I was already asleep when she lay on my
bedspread, covered by a blanket and her street coat. Sally drove Emily
home the following morning, as snow had fallen overnight. Emily had
informed Sally about our overnight dalliance. Sally explained to me that
her friend, Emily, whom she knew quite well, was a trustworthy young
lady with an unconventional innocence.
     While alone with Sally, I asked her if she ever got a high metabolism
when eating fish and chips. Sally scratched her lowered head with eyes
raised and replied; “If it’s what I think it is, you cheeky devil, it’s none of
your business.” After looking up this unusual word in the dictionary, I
explained to Sally that it had nothing to do with ‘you know what’ and
that it meant ‘being able to take in a large quantity of sustenance without
becoming fat.’ Sally replied, laughing, “I have heard of it being called
several different names but never ‘sustenance.’”
Later in the day when Emily called for me, a smiling Sally said, “I
hope you are keeping his sustenance under control.” The word wise
Emily replied,” I have no control over his sustenance. He can do
whatever he pleases with it. I am quite happy with a large intake of
sustenance, as I never get fat.” Sally burst out laughing when Emily and I
were leaving and said, “Enjoy your fish and chips.”
     We sat in the corner of the back seat on the top deck of a bus that was
taking us to a show in Oxford called ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’.
The bus conductor, who noticed our closeness, said, “I’ll have no goings
on while you are on my bus.”
Emily replied, “He is my young brother and he’s feeling cold.”
“What he is feeling is not cold, young lady. Move apart.” During the
half hour ride, Emily mentioned Sally’s silly question about sustenance.
After I explained it to her, she told me that Sally’s education wasn’t as
broad as hers and that Sally would have to be informed so I wouldn’t get
a bad reputation. When we left the bus, Emily called the conductor a
‘frigging pervert,’ which were two more words I had never heard of
before. We had a different conductor on the bus on the way home. He
was more considerate and suggested I share my heavy coat with the
young lady, who was asleep and shivering. I removed my warm hand
from my glove and caressed her wobblies, which brought a beautiful
smile to Emily’s face.
     Emily brought me educational books she thought I’d find useful. She
saw the need to expand my communication skills. On a couple of
occasions, she left a list of questions to be answered. It was pleasing to
see her face light up when I gave a correct answer.
Miss Emily Jane Courtney-Cowper was an only child. Her young
ladies finishing school education and confidence were going to make her
a winner. My brief encounter with Emily had also given me a boost of
confidence in being able to parley politely and successfully with people,
particularly the opposite gender. I must say that the association I had
with Emily was a necessary part of my life. Without it, I might still be a
shy stick-in-the-mud who was going nowhere.I saw a lot of Emily
over the holiday. Her family was one of the
wealthiest in the district; she was a member of the ‘upper-crust.’ Emily
and I went to the cinema often and to a show in London. Because I was
broke, she paid and called the shots. I went along with her decisions.
Emily was manipulative in many ways but also had a knack of
handling any situation which arose with amazing dexterity. We spent
several evenings together and I found that she could also be an exciting,
loving friend. After twelve days of listening to her saying, “I have
decided,” her superior control freak thing finally got to me.
Remembering what I had learned previously, I also concluded that a rest
from our activities would prevent me from ‘going blind.’
When I said goodbye to Emily, who had to return to her Army unit,
her sniffles and watery eyes demonstrated her sadness. I explained that
her generosity and closeness as a friend had been a great comfort to me. I
told her she was a beautiful person with a beautiful mind and that
knowing her would make my life richer. Emily wiped a tear from my
face and we kissed. Emily then ran crying to where her Daddy stood. He
comforted her as he led her into their house. As the door closed, I was
overcome with sadness. (It would be another eight years before I saw
Emily again, but by then I would be more mature!)
Although I spent Christmas day at the Parker’s, most of my holiday
was spent at Sally’s house in Chiplington. Before Christmas I attended a
funeral. I was in the pub for the wake and became violently ill when
given a pint of beer to drink.
        About two days before returning to the school, I buried Sally’s pet
dog, Dane in her back garden. It took many hours of digging due to the
frost and the size of the hole. (Dane was a Great Dane.)
Emily’s mother, Mrs Caroline Courtney-Cowper, delivered me to the
train station at Paddington on Saturday 3 January. She was returning to
her business in London after the Christmas break to take part in the
January sales. Mrs Courtney-Cowper gave me ten shillings and told me
that there was something about me that she found likable but she didn’t
know exactly what. I smiled inwardly at her statement and then thanked
and complimented her on her generosity and for being such a beautiful
lady. Caroline (as she had asked me to call her) gave me her address in
London in case I was ever at loose ends. This nice lady then told me that,
as a member of the Parker family, I had become sociably acceptable and
had behaved admirably with her darling daughter,
It would be another six years before I saw this absolutely delightful
lady again.
     I arrived back at the school to find the police investigating the
mysterious death of Ricky Pinder. He had allegedly committed hari-kari
by using the weapon he would normally use to kill the pigs on the farm.
He was under a cloud of suspicion due to his supposed immoral activity
with boys at the farm. I expect that all the pigs on the farm would have
squealed with joy knowing his demise.
The day I left HNA,  7-1-42; To join The Royal Navy at 15.5 years of age,
 few of the nicer staff members gave me a few
pennies to spend on my journey. The school authority generously
contributed one shilling and a packet of sandwiches. Many boys came to
wish me good luck, some of whom I had had little to do with at the
school. Although I was glad to be rid of that dreadful school, I was going
to miss the friends I had made there over the years..  Fini.

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Words For WEDNESDAY.


     These Words are here to assist you or confuse you in your .
efforts to compose a short story. These words must be used entirely within your own story. This is not an original Idea but evolves from other frequently visited blogs from which I find Interesting. VEST.

These words were selected from flipping the dictionary and poking with a pen...
You may write your story now if you wish , But my story will possibly be posted by tomoorrow.,

SECRET.
IRRITATING.
FORTY.
CANDOUR.
BUTCHER.
UNATTRACTIVE.
TRAINING.


Here goes.   "The sad tale of Stella Stickybeak."

      A lady ? of trying habits is Stella Stickybeak a scandal mongering spinster in the Parish  of Koobecaf in Joe Bonkers Bananaland where the trains travel past the proverbial black stump - whom all of us had experience of her (Irritating) chatter in the railway carriage - who would relate the gory details of her sons most, recent piles operation and add - it runs in the family. The (Forty) nine year old wrinkled chatterbox was also troubled with a similar unbridled (Candour) as her son - as she constantly moved her sitting posture. Her gift of deceit and (Training) in fibs which an (Unattractive) appearance imposes on some ladies is unfortunate but she goes on about and confesses like a fool her (Secret) life to her siblings and also the (Butcher) and the baker and the proverbial candle stick maker.
     There are many Stella Stickybeaks ,their (Irritating) whingeing  likes and dislikes they post on Facebook would ; making head or tail of them ; harder than to attend  to the (Training) of a deaf Rocking horse. 
       A lie has no legs, but a scandal has wings.


Vest Daily Gaggle.... Back soon with final episode of Emily.