Wednesday, 17 January 2018


Cindy has posted these prompts on her blog.

I shall use all of these Words.
      IT was the year of 1954. Hands up those who remember this.

       THE  contents of the misery ledger were spilling worldwide, both robbery and murder were becoming more commonplace this being due to to abolition of capital punishment  by the many forms of execution, in so called 'non third world countries' the USA being the exception to this idea  due to its 2nd amendment and its gun laws getting in the way and still is..
      During this year of 54 Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn were at their peak, Heath Ledger and Brian ferry were in short pants. and a new Despot had emerged in Tobruk  Libya.
      Meanwhile , back in Paris France; a Jewish Lawyer Pierre Mendes France  became (the first Post war french prime minister to stay in office for more than six months), he made the decision to withdraw french troops from Indo Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam were known by at the time..
      Still in 54, Much married Eddie Fisher wed Debbie Reynolds , whom he cast aside later for the charms of Liz Taylor.
      Rolling strikes were becoming the norm in the UK and political stirrer Enoch Powell MP for Smethwick Birmingham Was stirring the bucket by saying "Send the bastards back!! Also  my small family , Rosemary  Baby Chris and I , Sailed on the SS Dorsetshire from Singapore to the UK.. Prior to all of this happening an earthquake occurred in IRAN on my 28th Birthday.
The final word POOH if it means what I  believe it does, I shall consider that, enough has been stirred already.

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Tuesday, 16 January 2018

XCI Plus Men's Clothes

      Despite the imagination of my readers being off key - most believing me to be a large and amiable old bumble bee in huge grey flannels wrapped in an all encasing belt, puffing about, then, and then only, shall I have solved the problem of clothes.
       But meanwhile,some words of advice. Firstly I have bagged a heap of clothing for Vinnies or sally Ann or the bin whichever comes first due to my weight descending in fifteen months from 115 Kilos to its present 84 Kilos, this weight loss comes at the expense of the local club and booze and over eating and simply moving around a bit more and a sensible diet - cutting down on spuds bananas burgers and meat pies.
      More advice. (1)Never take any exercise. Exercise develops the muscles, and when once muscles have been developed,they have to be banged to prevent them turning into fat. It is extremely painful to be banged. (2) when young,always have your clothes made a little too large for you.
This , as the real estate agents say, will give you a margin for development. (3) Concentrate on colour rather than shape. (4) Cultivate on impression of vitality rather than of Gothic  or weired  this can be done by slapping the thighs, it is curious how  a man becomes vital with a bit of thigh slapping. (5) Be very successful in your public life. Fame, more than anything else, enable's one to wear comfortable and even becoming clothes. (6) Avoid elegance in any form after the age of 25.
      And yet, and yet....It is all very difficult. You see,. I have said very little about clothes really because they do not interest me.  What does interest me  is the inevitable approach of the sit and grunt period of later middle and old age . Can clothes retard its approach, or disguise its advent? They can do nothing of the kind. The worst thing, I fear, about  being no longer young is that one is no longer young
My best gold buttoned Blazer is too large now its matching trousers too . even older blue and black jeans have been replaced by cool gear fitting my slender but aged body and  I feel great in them, my profile from astern seems thirtyish or maybe forty. wishful thinking.. no I shall not turn around.

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Friday, 12 January 2018

More words on a Wednesday

These words were chosen at random from a Financial newspaper.

.I am having difficulty with these words, My thought processes have been diminished by this oppressive heat today. I shall rest awhile and return soon.
Much scribbling and deleting, very baffling words but I am nearing something historical leaned from my childhood days.  Back Soon.


This weeks words are below.

      The well known cashed up wealthy celebrity- patriarch of the Big Dick PACKER-MOOLAH tribe,  the  Mount Druitt PACKERS - big Richard himself, has acquired yet another celeb squeeze after being dumped at the SUPREME cost of Fifty Million bucks in departure fees extracted from his account by his former buxom (FAT)  American  boudoir playmate  a second rate blonde JAZZ singer, who most virile blokes would pass up for a slice of down to earth humble PIE in the form of a good looking honest less wealthy female with a New Ride Status
Only  Big Dick himself  could afford such a CRASH in FAREWELL fees.

Vest Daily

Friday, 5 January 2018

My first career started 76 years ago today

My First Career
On 5 January 1942, I went to Shotley Royal Naval Base for a medical examination, which I passed despite being under the height requirement of five feet. I was four feet ten and a half inches, six stone six lbs (42.3 kg), and fifteen years, five months and twenty days old. I was an under-sized, under-aged piece of ‘cannon fodder.’ The school received a twenty-five pound Sterling bounty payment upon my delivery to the Royal Navy. My body was sold for approximately 55p or Aus $1-15 a Kilo or 30 cents U/S per lb. After a gruelling train journey to Fleetwood (near Liverpool,) I embarked in the early morning on the Isle of Man steam packet, ‘Rushen Castle’. It took four hours to get to Douglas, the capital and main port on the Isle of Man. I hadn’t been at sea for four years. Looking piteously at the first-timers berleying on the boisterous Irish sea, I was reminded of my first experience of sea sickness on a Portsmouth to Isle Of Wight ferry in 1938 the ‘Lorna Doone,’ a coal burning paddle steamer that smelled of beer, egg sandwiches, and tarred rope. I believe it was put to good use evacuating soldiers from Dunkirk (Dunkerque) France in June 1940. The Bible in my possession said, ‘To Leslie John Bowyer on the Feast of the Epiphany, 7 January 1942.” It was signed by the Rev. Harling. I often wonder if the Rev. Harling ever made it to heaven. Some of the other entrants who wore sailor’s gear like mine were from other navy schools. Some wore civilian clothes. It was Wednesday, 7 January 1942. I was now a boy, 2nd Class RN. The Americans had beaten me to this war thing by thirty-one days, but I was better prepared than most for my next encounter with a new type of authority.

In the Wash up It is pleasing to know that the RN is still paying me a fair sized pension for the past 51.5 years
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Thursday, 4 January 2018


Thursday, 4 January 2018


You have been invited to a barbecue, and find a Bert Banger type bloke, the traditional piss up chef and Master of the household out door cooking stuffing up the sangers and steaks.  Well I reckon there are nine of these incompetent twits in every ten  households. In most cases these blokes have already been at the beer before your arrival and is usually confirmed by his nibs stacking his empty bottles so all can see what a mutton head he is. Now this guy should not be entrusted to get near that large juicy 16Oz rump steak fresh from the abattoir and already primed with oil, because you know how; and why it should be cooked.
 Having checked the temp of the Barby plate by dropping a blob of water and seeing it disappear fast, you place your steak or if you are poor ( hamburger or sausage) gently onto the Barby plate and pat down.
You then stand guard over your steak in case mutton head starts flipping it over and over like everyone Else's steak; which by the time you have Flipped your steak once only after five or six minutes. and the same time for the other side to cook, your juicy melt in the mouth steak will be on your plate and exciting your palate, whereas Mutton head has drunkenly flipped the other guys steaks umpteen times and still flipping when yours has been consumed.
As for Mutton heads steaks or should I say baked leather, they will require more than a sharp knife and razor teeth to masticate to a consumable consistency.

Happy Barby.....Vest....Back later.

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

And More words on Wednesday

Should you remember using a TYPEWRITER You will have possibly lived for at least five decades of beautiful SUMMER days and through many a winter SNOW storm.
     It would seem that the kings of merry England were not so fruitful in years' also they had this awful fear of assassination during their regal term of office. much in common like USA Presidents.
     A short lived merry king was EDMOND 1 and for six years only when he died mysteriously at the age of 25.  EDMOND 1 was succeeded by EDMOND 2 who succumbed during his 46th year and ist year as the English king
. Both bodies of these kings were entombed each in their individual SARCOPHAGUS Their frail bodies were soon consumed by the ornamental stone coffin according to ecclesiology expectations. 
     Unlike William 1 the Duke of Normandy !066 and all that who became the first frog and snail munching king from FRANCE. Bill the first lived for 60 years and his probable cause of death was his change of diet(English Food) or a lack of Garlic.

Vest. Daily Gaggle.

More Words on Wednesday

The following words were chosen at random in alphabetical order and even I am finding it difficult to conjure up a yarn to fit. Sometimes a person may need to go into a trance and use some extraordinary happenings of yesteryear although some of ones memories produce a fitting story not always true but may have been possible..


     My story Goes.

     The British Navy ship HMS Nonesuch, was visiting the ISLAND of Malta in the Mediterranean sea, and was secured alongside the jetty in Grand Harbour Valletta.
     An AGED crew member  nicknamed 'Stripey'who was familiar with the joys of Malta, put to good use his knowledge when he failed to return to the ship at the appointed time after a night ashore.
     Later in the day he was summoned to see the Executive Officer of the ship; who stupidly accepted his lame excuse being that, He was returning in the morning by Gharry ( A HORSE driven carriage)
When  suddenly the horse dropped dead  some distance from his destination which gave him few options but to walk to the ship and consequently being late..
     However, the following MORNING Stripey  failed to waken at the appointed hour due to his drunken and amorous overnight activities . As a result he was again summoned to front up to (Jimmy the one) Known as the Exec Officer.
     .Sharing stripey's problems were four younger sailors who were in dire need of a good excuse and which in turn was provided by  his nibs Stripey - No prizes for  the contents of the excuse. The exec Officer on hearing this familiar yarn wasn't wearing it and called over stripey and enquired if he was offering the same worn out tale to which clever dick stripey replied "Sir not at all. You see sir , I was returning to the ship in a TAXI ,not wanting to trust another Gharry when nearing the bottom of Crucifix hill the TAXI was unable to pass  due to an ACCIDENT  created by several overturned horse driven Gharry's and dead horses.

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Monday, 1 January 2018


The following is a true story which contains the following words- well nearly all.of them.


                         The story goes.  I have no idea how to fit in the word PELMET The word Helmet may have helped - to go with the Motor Cycle about to be mentioned. in this true story about the lady who lived next door to us meaning my family in England before COMING to Strayer in 1972.
     The lady AGED and TOTTERING, approached me holding this large tin of sweets MINT sweets to be precise, the lady then told me to take as many as I wanted for my children and remarked that if she ate any more she would require an un -BINDER for her stomach. The aged lady then related how the large brand new Motor cycle arrived at her front door together with a helmet.
       The old dear explained that she had entered into a competition  from a company marketing "MURRAY MINTS' . And the  lucky lady wrote the following
win her the second Prize,

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Cindy has posted these prompts on her blog.  BIRTHDAY   HEPBURN ROBBERY.  FERRY. EARTHQUAKE.  ROLLING. POOH.  LEDGER. PARIS.  TOBRUK.. ...