Thursday, 24 May 2018

Words on Wenesday.

The words for Wednesday. are Cooking. Football. Debonair. Electricity. Ballet. Radiator.

     It was quite warm during the day yesterday but turned quite chilly during the evening creating the frequent power outage and the power for the electric* radiators, dotted around the house.
.   This seems to always occur when cooking* the evening meal but luckily we have a gas cooking arrangement to supplement the electricity* supply.. The power cut also thankfully brought an abrupt end to a thugby football* game being watched by a visiting friend who had been listening and watching the ravings of the crowd screaming advice to the hardly debonair* bunch of tattooed overweight gormless muttonheads, the ballet*of hooliganism abruptly ending giving instant relief to one's ears.
     The lighting of the candles was the next priority and a bright flashlight to search for the odd necessities being reminiscent of my childhood rural days living off the grid.

Vest .... back soon.
 

Sunday, 13 May 2018

I have never been to Israel. however.



       On May 14, Midnight 1948, on the day in which the British Mandate over Palestine expired, the Jewish People's Council gathered at the Tel Aviv Museum, and approved the following proclamation, declaring the establishment of the State of Israel.

     Yes, that is correct, I missed it by about sixteen hours and was mighty pleased.
Overnight the British Royal Navy  HMS Mauritius 6,500 ton 6-inch gun Cruiser commanded by Captain Lord Ashbourne ( Yes a peer of the Realm) Had singled up to just a fore and aft mooring wire, having the good sense to realise our departure from Haifa was going to be unpleasant
     The HMS Mauritius. commission in the Mediterranean was at an end, having been responsible for boarding many Illegal vessels trying to get into Palestine left Haifa under a hail of misc small arms fire leaving twanging ruptured berthing wires weaving dangerously around.
     The two largest ships or should I say largest passenger list  Approx 7000 each were the Pans - Pan Crescent which I boarded with 12 other guys., and Pan York each around 6.000 tons, had. taken on Illegals from a port in Bulgaria on the Black Sea. Caught up with them shortly after Christmas day 1947.

For more info Google 'THE PANS' Or Exodus 1946- 1948. Or try The Pan York and Pan Crescent.
Vest .... Back soon. Having probs with P C.
   The Pan York and Pan crescent 1948 Exodus..  On google

Tuesday, 8 May 2018

And then there were Three..Vale George.


      It would seem that the Australian climate and good living has been responsible for the longevity of the Wartime crew of the WW2 Battleship HMS KING GEORGE V.

       By the end of WW2, the lowest age of any crew member was 19 approximately in 1945. and from information collected from archives in Britain and elsewhere only four of the wartime crew remained in circulation until yesterday when the eldest crew member. my dear friend and mentor George Haynes Passed away in a Sydney Nursing Home, aged 95, George leaves a wife Muriel 96 and an extended family,.
       The remaining three crew members are  James (Jim), Page,  94. Of Warners Bay NSW AUS, Also Patrick (Pat) O'Shaughnessy 92 With his wife Betty also 92who lives  Near Melbourne in Victoria Australia.
       And finally
Yours truly the young one Myself  Aged 91 soon to be 92, living on the beautiful Central Coast of NSW Australia.
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Thursday, 3 May 2018

Remembering Rosemary.

       My Lovely Wife  Rosemary, passed away a year ago today, and I miss her with a great sadness.
     
        Rosemary was not only beautiful but the love of my life and Best Friend.

                                            LOVE  YOU ROSEMARY,

Wednesday, 2 May 2018

Words on Wednesday.

The following words are today's words on Wednesday.

Heart. Meddling. Primary. Contrary. Mug. Kitchen.

     Contrary* to popular belief, the British Royal Navy had it's own peculiar version of the terminology within the English Language called 'Jack Speak'. A book published some time ago. ISBN  O - 9514305 - 2 - 1 , in my possession. This book contains 520 pages of alternative naughty  sometimes Nautical Expressions.
     Listening to a senior sailors conversation would confuse most civilians  and raw recruits. The Heart* of 'Jack Speak' was the chatter in a peculiar dialogue after downing a Mug* of   one eighth of a pint of rum mixed Two parts Water One Rum.. enough to send one dizzy very quickly..
       Meddling* with the English language using alternative words and Primary* expressions such as Hammock being a Banana bedstead and the Kitchen* being the galley was some of the acceptable chatter, but there were thousands of words and of a non palatable nature ; the majority not found in a  English dictionary or bible.. Oddly the Royal Navy was called the'ANDREW. , Ask why. and most  would know what an 'Admiral Brown was; A Nocangoist. an Atheist.. A Chancre mechanic a Dicdoc,
Nooners, A midday boudoir romp. and of course Nelsons Blood that of  Rum.
The expression sailors feared most of all, was;  that of "Get your Hat' meaning you were in trouble.
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Monday, 23 April 2018

Happy St George Day


     I had the stitches removed from my leg today , I feel more comfortable  but some pain remains.
After leaving the Doc I did the weekly shopping, calling in the St George. Bank, then Woolies and last of all Aldl, then it was time for a box of chips from the Red Rooster where I sat on a bench watching the passing parade of the various types of humanity.
     It wasn't long before I was recognised by a former Club Associate and we began chatting when his two teenage sons were introduced to me when I replied " A happy St Georges day" " whats that" said one , I replied, "It is like St Patrick's day sort of thing, only the English version and St David March 1, is for the Welsh people and st Andrew November30 for the Scottish". The younger of the two then say's we Aussies have St Anzac On Wednesday  I winced and replied I have a son named Andrew  guess what his birthday is, The father guessed correctly and then asked why do Brits when they fly their flag not use the Union Flag(Jack).. I replied the  White flag  with the Red Pus sign cross is the English Flag,The Scottish flag is white with a  blue X cross and the Irish white with a red x cross.
     In nautical terms the distress flags  within the International code are of the same colours as the Irish and Scots flags, the flag M Scottish means " my engines are stopped and not making way,' the flag V the Irish flag means  "I need assistance. Makes one think doesn't it? 
   . However the English flag is the same as for an Admiral. A rear Admiral has two red balls in the left hand cantons and the Vice Admiral's flag has only one in the upper left canton, But sadly the full Admiral has no balls at all.

Vest.... back soon.

Sunday, 22 April 2018

Facebook again. Rude Anon caller.


   Sorry Anon Face book Ghoul.. Your comment  has been deleted due to its obscene content , Have a thoughtful day.. Leaves me thinking no one is that bad.
     It is a sad indictment of the negative impact of social media on most people; particularly the young people in our midst, who lead a vacuous existence, seeking 'LIKES' for self worth; wanting to be the envy of others.
     Envy is the catalyst of most criminal activity, Anon.  Get off of your fat ass and find your self a job.

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Saturday, 21 April 2018

Queen Elisabeth, 2. 26th Birthday - Korea 1952 -April- 21st..


CHAPTER 32
Korea
     In 1952, the Korean War was in full swing. I was drafted to HMS Ceylon, an 8,000-ton cruiser with nine 6-inch and eight 4-inch guns, etc. Before I left, my beautiful Mary and I had a very romantic day in London where I promised to love her forever and write often. Mary gave me a letter from Alice, Mary’s sister, to deliver by hand to William, her boyfriend stationed in Hong Kong..               On 11 March 1952, I left Portsmouth and sailed to Hong Kong on the troop ship Empire Fowey, an ex-German liner. My journey to Hong Kong was pleasant. The many activities on board kept me free from boredom. By the time the ship had arrived in Hong Kong, I had written several letters to Mary, who I missed terribly. I hand delivered the letter to Mary’s sister’s fiancĂ©e and received my first letter from Mary. It was the first of many letters that kept me in touch and satisfied me that our romance was progressing favourably. Mary is a clean-living, kindly person, more likely to blame herself for things and not the other person. She is sometimes too kind for her own good. I often get complimentary remarks about her from female friends. A few years ago, one lady who we know well pointed to Mary and told her son that she was the type of wife he should choose. That lady was absolutely right. My Mary was and still is beautiful in mind, body, and soul. Yes, it’s diplomacy at its best when I gaze upon Mary laughing and smiling with  her three ex-daughters-in-law, who tell me in secret that they still love her..
      Two weeks later, after I joined HMS Ceylon and went up to Korea, I was put in charge of a twin four-inch gun mounting ‘turret.’ Apart from a few bombardments, etc. and a visit to Sasebo, Japan, it was uneventful, except for one ridiculous situation that only the Royal Navy could have conceived. At twelve noon on 21 April 1952 flags were hoisted from fore to aft in dress overall. A signal from the masthead indicated “With the compliments of Her Majesty the Queen, on her twenty-sixth birthday.” Eight bells were rung, and a six-inch gun turret fired a twenty-one-gun salute of 50 KILO, or 1 CWT, high explosive shells into a North Korean Port that had some minor military targets. In the afternoon, an ‘informal’ bombardment was carried out. The other ‘highlight’ was that the six hundred plus crew all had dysentery. We were at the mercy of the enemy, if only they had known it.      .                  Sasebo Japan, used by the United Nations as a naval base, was not the best place to go ashore, as it was dank, and smoky. The American USO club was okay. What I did find interesting was the open-air theatrical performances. For this, you needed an English version of the story to guide you through the show. For visiting naval ships, the availability of orgasmic interaction was abundant; however, the warnings given upon arrival that Carnal Catarrh was rife were usually ignored by the foolhardy
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 Excerpt from memoirs. 2003.
 Vest Daily Gaggle.

   Sorry.  No Words this week.. Still suffering a little.

Friday, 13 April 2018

Taking a rest

Sorry - No words this week.. Several things have cropped up for attention; such as the Auto garage door malfunction( age related) the gardener coming earlier: hedge cutting mowing and spraying grass.. My carer son busy on voluntary work at Camp Breakaway. and myself having a fall in the garden and injured my Right leg ( a large chunk being removed) requiring  a minor operation; pain killers lots of  stitches and tetanus shots and  the loss of half a legfull of blood. so that is about all, apart from I am recovering well. see you next week

Vest .. Back soon..

Sunday, 8 April 2018

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 cant 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 is 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.

Thirty two 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 wash up 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 litte time to Question his wisdom.

Thursday, 5 April 2018

Dear Sports Editor Re cricket at the SCG

     I was totally distressed when reading your report regarding the dwindling numbers of patrons visiting the Sydney cricket ground but what surprised me most of all was the terrible news that due to last week when the Australian men's cricket team was thrashed by the under 15 Bangladesh 2nd eleven( ladies) there was much dissension within the small crowd . reports are now coming in saying if the situation worsens the Sydney cricket ground  may have to be demolished to make way for the New housing development for retired Politicians..
     " Oh No" please. not that. or if so my family will dwindle too - due to starvation ,  and despite what you say about visiting crowds my family and heaps of friends are regular visitors whatever the format rain or shine and provided the people return and overspend on KFC and Maccas ; my family will always be there.

 Signed  A SEAGULL.   

Wednesday, 4 April 2018

OZ Skipper may skip to Kipper land.

                                Cry baby penniless Cricketer will seek solace in England
     It is now donkey's years since England first allowed overseas players to infiltrate their County Cricket teams, The only team to steadfastly refuse foreign players was the Yorkshire cricket club who after four decades of going it alone and due to their lowly championship ratings joined the foreign players club in 1992 when in July  that year the Indian cricketer Sachin Tendulker joined the club ( A great choice). Now it would seem our embattled Ex cricket Skipper will be skipping the country to play for a undisclosed English County Team ; one not too disturbed regarding the Oz defectors dodgy history.

    .Have you ever attended a cricket game? I did when I was a twelve year old during my summer holiday from  my dreadful Nautical school. It was the 5th test in Aug 1938 One that most Aussies have little recall which is hardly surprising. http://www.espncricinfo.com/series/17544/scorecard/62652/england-vs-australia-5th-test-australia-tour-of-england-1938
If you An Aussie fan you will really enjoy this .

 Vest back soon.

Pee soup causes collision of ferry.

Words on Wednesday, Words used  are.
Beach. Shadow. Orb. Chilly. Collision.  Desperate. Game.  Bag. Torch. Queen.

Today's story....Hong Kong  Feb 13  1905.

    The Naval Shore Establishment HMS Tamar in Hong Kong lay near the beach side suburb of Wanchai, its front gate fronted the esplanade of the Star Ferry terminal. The bridge of each ferry displayed on its  coat of arms a crossed sabre and orb design.
 The desperate Chinese cook fleeing an irate mob of drunken sailors was without a shadow of doubt the root  of the riot which caused the  capsizing of the Star Ferry The sailors having chased 'Cookie Boy' as he was known onto the ferry after a disagreeable meeting in the mess  hall.

     That Chilly February morning will bring into focus why the commotion started in the first place., when rampaging sailors caused the ferry to capsize after a high speed collision with the dock side wall where desperate passengers were thrown into the not so healthy water- despite its motto of 'Fragrant Harbour'. Which of course depended on your refractory choice and possibly remembering the awful whiff of the Jordan road Pig market smell on a hot July day which in my opinion would capture the honours.

     It seems that in the wash up (enquiry) the debacle started as a game when sailors would Bag or Mock  the Chinese cook Wan Kee Ling the Queen of the kitchen ladies for whom the Petty officer in charge of the sailors was carrying a Torch. when the poor quality of the sailors chow came into question.. The irate husband of Wan kee ling  Fred Chow ming (Eurasian) complained to the C O about the insults he was getting from the sailors about the quality of the food he was offering which after much discussion meant the sailors were told to apologise to the Chinese cook saying 'Sorry Cookie Boy' Whereupon  The cocky Cookie Boy  stated " Good I no more pee in the soup.. Which started the fracas.

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Saturday, 31 March 2018

April 1-Easter Sunday-All fools day.

       The Date you see in the header is one of rare occurrence. Many of us will not notice this triple phenomenon unless it has had some significant meaning during their lifespan.

      The years on which this has happened during our lifetimes were in 1923 - 1945 -1964 - and now in 2018. Unless someone is fibbing about their age and remembers it happening in 1888 Or Tommy Turtle from the Galapagos Islands in the Pacific ocean.

      My first experience of this date being significant happened in 1945 during WW2 and the second time when returning home on Easter day from the West Indies while with the Royal Navy on HMS Ceylon.  However, the time that I remember most of all and in 1945 was probably the most illuminating occasion. The second time was during a 'Cushy' two year shore posting in Hong Kong with my Family

      April 1.  1945 Easter Sunday All fools day, 'Operation Iceberg 1'. This had nothing whatsoever to do with Icebergs; simply put a code name for the US and British Pacific naval fleets Which was put into full swing that day during my Eighteenth year. The main activity started early that day when the Americans invaded Okinawa. Several US ships were lost and weeks after the final capitulation of the sons of Nippon in the wash-up. oddly no British ships had been lost Although many had sustained hits - particularly the five British A/C Carriers which fortunately were built with Armoured Flight decks.The only Humour attached to these activities was the remark made to our Admiral CinC  Sir Bernard Rawlings came from the lips of Admiral Nimitz US Navy. who remarked " Whenever a Kamikaze hits a US Carrier its a six-month repair job in Pearl harbour but you lucky British guys it's "Sweepers man your brooms."
 I also remember a few friends who did not live to see another Easter day.

 Vest. A crew member of the Battleship HMS King George V 1943 to 1947.

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Thursday, 29 March 2018

The Ball Picking Song

     This song is dedicated to the trio of tricky ball picking cricketers. and goes to the tune of 'Everybody's Doing it Now'

Every body's doing it - Doing it-doing it- doing it

Picking the Ball and Chewy- ing it glueing it shoeing it

We all know it's been done before

Going back in time much before

But getting caught you get shown the door.  So no body's doing it now.
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Dedicated. to the trio of tricky cricketers. Copyright.  dailygaggle.com

What fairies ?

Words on Wednesday

     Misstep.Ponder. Volume.Crib. Split.& Brilliant.

The following is either a Fairy story or a concussed dream.

    Fairies respond to kindness and will communicate with those who share their ideology and are willing to tolerate their existence. I never cease to wonder and ponder over the peculiar stories about fairies.
     Fairies come in all shapes and sizes and callings; such as Elves Goblins Gnomes. However, it was a few years ago on mid summers day when I was putting away the garden tools back into the shed at the bottom of the garden and the Sun was going down when suddenly without warning  I misstep onto the garden rake 'Clonk, 'After the rake hit me I heard odd laughter of low volume coming from below the Gooseberry Bush where I saw an unbelievable sight of a baby Gnome in a crib being attended by several lady fairies each holding a small but brilliant light.
     The remaining little people were now split up dancing in couples around the Fairy Queen when I asked her"How long has this been going on", The Fairy Queen replied " We only gather here at Midsummer, then we have our own fairy world to administer." I then asked what sort of employment do you have. The same as you' she replied But as we have reached call up age we now have to register for national service and will not be back for at least another two years. I am sorry to hear that I reply and which branch of the services will that be' The Queen replied The traditional National ELF service.
It was then I heard My wife saying " why on earth are you lying there in the dirt kissing that garden rake.? 

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Thursday, 22 March 2018

Words on Wednesday Portsmouth 1765.

The following words are used for this dated story

Configuration.
Blame.
Jaundiced.
Spend.
Destiny.
Blank.
                             Portsmouth England 1765.

     It was to become an exciting day for young Jimmy Hornblower. The arrival of the famous captain Bastardo (Junior) and his Three mast frigate of forty guns the Santa da devil. Jimmy had his mind set on a seafaring career and was intent on securing a job on this famous ship a former Portuguese ship captured by the Infamous Capt Bastardo Senior a Spanish pirate of Murderous disposition.
     Captain Barsrardo (junior) was the Illegitimate son of his father and lady Emily Dearborn of Barnwell in Hampshire Who Capt Bastardo had captured during a raid on Hamilton in Bermuda.some forty years ago. When lady Emily became with child the Captain Bastardo put ashore the wailing mother and soon to be born child. Who was rescued by a British man of war and landed in England, Where the now present Captain  Horatio Da Bastardo lived with his mother until the call of the sea sent him in search for his infamous father for whom he had murderous intent. However, it wasn't to be as he discovered that his father had been caught at last by a British man of war and was duly hanged at the yardarm as a result of his previous skulduggery.
    Back in England, the sale of the Bastardo Senior's goods and chattels plus his ship was given to his ex-defacto wife and son who now captained this stalwart ship.
    The present Captain Bastardo the 2nd so to speak was of great wile and wit and a successful privateer sanctioned by the British Crown, he was a pleasant person but strong-willed in the perception of his calling. and tolerant of the needs of his crew who adored him.
    It was a bright sunny day on this spring day in May most of the ship's crew were ashore already They all had great wealth to spend after a successful pillaging tour of the Carribean  A jovial  Captain Bastardo (Jun) eyed the young man who was showing great interest in the configuration of his ship. " Ahoy there" shouts the Captain Dost thou want a job young man".
Jimmy say's  It is a possibility sir' " Well then come aboard and ill give you a feed if you are hungry,' Thankee kindly Sir, that I will".
    The captain summoned the ships Cook - a Jaundiced looking Oriental man with a large nose and protruding teeth. See here boy say's the Captain, this be the 'Yeller feller with the big smeller, dunno his real name just call him Big smeller. Jimmy stared in awe of the chinaman the likes of he had never seen before.
    After a sumptuous meal, Jimmy asks the captain If he would train him to become ships master like himself, It is what I always wanted to say's Jimmy.  Yes to be sure we need new blood to Captain the ships to defeat those dissident New Englanders in the American Colonies. Jimmy was now convinced it was his destiny to become a crew member of this ship.
       While signing on as a crew member, Jimmy seeing the Captain was in jovial mood asks him 'Sir how did you acquire your wooden arm and leg? Ah, Jim, me lad; both went on the same day during a fight with a French man of war near banana bay Grenada but I survived with the help given by my loyal crew.
    So now if that is all  I want you to go home and tell your family about your new career. Not quite all sir say's Jimmy, I would like to know how you lost your right eye'. Ah Jim me lad that was a really bad day,. I must blame a hungry seagull for its loss. You see I had just come from the hospital and I had just bought some Whelks and Cockles from the vendor by the dockyard gate I was enjoying eating them on the way to the ship and as I stepped onto the ship's gangway this darn seagull  Pooped straight into my eye- That was the day I had that hook fitted to my arm at  the hospital.
      Now off you go tell your Mother of your new future.
 Jimmy became  The legendary Captain Hornblower RN.

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Sunday, 18 March 2018

ROSEMARY, . A BEAUTIFUL LADY.

The Following story is an excerpt from memoirs but in Pseudo form where most names of places and people mentioned have been altered to hide their true identity, but the time factor remains plus the original date of publication. 2003.
    This excerpt is dedicated to Sharon who prompted me to deliver this episode of my life.
Sadly my Wife Rosemary the lady in the story. passed away 3- 5-17.

It happened on an evening after Christmas in late December 1951. I was now a twenty-five year old. A friend and I had visited ‘The Embassy,” a ballroom ‘dance hall’ in Fawcett Road, Portsmouth where we performed with great alacrity with two local damsels. My friend, who was worse for wear and full of Brickwood’s brewery best plonk, had invited the two women to meet us the following evening. Waiting for them across the road from the pub from which we had just emerged, I quietly said to my mate, “I don’t like yours, and my one looks a bit rough,” So we scooted off and wound up in the Wellington Hall, a tea and biscuit place, where young ladies and gents were being taught to dance. A young lady wearing a dress that enhanced her youthful and beautiful image caught my eye. There was something about her that got my attention. She was at least five feet six, size ten, medium thingmees, brown hair, brown eyes, and a beautiful face that dimpled when she smiled. I’ve found her, I thought. In the back of my head, someone was saying, “John Spencer Hornblower, do not mess this up; this is your future.” Now, as I write this fifty-one years later, that beautiful person is busily sorting out the photos of our family of five sons and seven grandchildren. Mary Rose White was born in Portsmouth on 5 July 1934. Our initial period of acquaintance was a great joy to me, for this person was of good upbringing, gentle, helpful, loving, and had a zest for life. This lovely young lady also had a lot of respect for me. I made a commitment then, which still exists to this day. Mary introduced me to her family. I kept the romance in check so as not to sour their opinion of me. Soon after our first meeting, Mary and I would sit in the ‘front room’ of her home and talk. This was also where her eighty-eight-year-old grandmother would read the ‘Red Letter.’ This was a ladies’ magazine that supposedly contained a highly emotional romantic element that would arouse the latent lust of its readers in those days, but would not compare with similar literature of today. Granny would peer at the book through her spyglass, her eyes lighting up when she got to the juicy bits. She would occasionally glance at us lovers. I tried to sneak in a grope when her eyes were averted, but granny made sure my hands weren’t in Mary’s bloomers. I wonder if Granny really cared. Perhaps she thought it was all part of the action. I often wondered how Mary behaved so well; her passion had me believing she was always close to the breaking point. Mary’s grandmother had a host of children – about ten, I believe. (This doubled our score of five, which were mainly the result of end-of commission honeymoons whilst incarcerated through necessity in the Royal Navy.) Mary’s grandmother, bless her, passed on at the age of ninety-three. Mary and I went for bicycle rides and to the cinema. the first film we saw together was the African Queen. Mary’s mother sat next to me. Our first romantic evening in a hotel was at the ‘Coach and Horses’ in Cosham Portsmouth. I drank a beer and Mary had cherry brandy. On that night, we heard that singer Steve Conway was seriously ill. His song “You’re the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold. Your daddy’s little girl to have and to hold…” was played on the radio. Steve passed away shortly afterwards. From that day on, Mary has been the love of my life. As I write this paragraph, our fiftieth wedding anniversary is five weeks away. Our five sons, their partners, and our grandchildren will attend,

Friday, 16 March 2018

St Patrick's Day in New York 1965.

The Americas and St Patrick's Day 1965
     We arrived back home in England in late August 1964. Baby William was born in Portsmouth, the UK on 30 October 1964. William Andrew Spencer had been conceived in, or more aptly put; ‘Made in Hong Kong’ during a period of weakness in the Spencer family planning department around the time of the Chinese New Year celebrations. Little Willie was our fourth son. Shortly afterwards, I was drafted to HMS Maryland where there were much backstabbings and dissention. It was my last ship, thank the Lord. It seemed I was the only gunnery person on a ship without guns. My main duties consisted of overseeing what small arms there were and pandering to a bunch of stuck-up *dockyard matey’s whims. (*civilian technicians) on this ship was just as stressful as it was on HMS Marylebone. We visited Gibraltar, Guantanamo Bay in Cuba, Bermuda, New London, Charleston, and New York. What we did on the ship was classified, so even now it would be prudent not to mention it. The ship was based in Devonport near Plymouth, a long distance from home, so I did not see the family very often.

    While the ship was at the US Navy Base in New London Connecticut, a small number of our crew were granted permission to travel to New York in order to experience the parades and celebrations on St Patrick day.

    The train journey of 123 miles was most interesting particularly the comfort of the warm A/C Carriages. However, arriving at Pennsylvania station about noon- adjacent to 33rd Street, that was where the comfort ceased. it was freezing cold as we headed for the nearest pub-bar. where a local drunken peasant informed us 'arr to be sure it be me, lads, the bloody pawnbrokers sign down the street just disintegrated'. The activity in the bar full of pseudo-Micks wearing green attire was boisterous to say the least But the Pizza which was  on offer which was my first went down well
 After leaving the Bar we split up into small groups, our group consisting of the Guys who favoured comfort so we head for a cinema were I nodded off for an hour or so, then back to another bar for food where we met a local doctor who drove us around New York for a while and later let us stay overnight at his high rise apartment..

    The following morning the doctor had left home on a call out, but his charming wife made us breakfast and shortly after we headed for Grand Central station for our comfortable train journey to New London.


Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Fighting words on Wednesday.

    The pork eating Pigmy dwellers of Badasstan were of no particular calling,. In the main, they were a bunch of mischievous itinerant workers who invaded the adjoining Stans during the fruit picking season. there was little pride in their Glum attitude towards their neighbours, the Kazackastans and the other half dozen Stan's who surrounded them. only their cheap labour saved them from being put to the sword.
     Most Badasstans led a short charmed life, there was nothing glossy about their existence, most villages built toilet trenches dug around their movable homes.
   However, due to the drunken infighting and general bedlam at the end of the  fruit picking season, death became a frequent visitor
    In the early morning the results of the previous evening not only the night soil but departed souls
 would join the daily trash, the stench from the trench made one scarper in fear, Not even a penny whistle dirge to say goodbye to the recently departed.

Vest Daily Gaggle...

Monday, 12 March 2018

Facebook again.

The boring untruths of facebook

     I don't care a hoot if I insult you because you are a facebook moron, it is about time you long time users and losers were told the truth
     Here I shall give you a few reasons not to like Facebook any more full stop.
    First of all, Facebook is always watching a sweaty old middle aged bimbo or dirty old geezer whose only interest is immorality and depravity; take your pick. It is also a source of anything likely to be of little use plus a guide to future depravity for the unemployable school leavers expanding the dole queues.. The predators mentioned watching and recording everything you like or desire and everyone's info you have recorded, yes everyone you have ever visited..
     The face bookman keeps are not simply filed away under I bet you wish we were not watching you so closely, your news feed is based on this info All of your past love trysts and agony plus the latest fleeting romance, as well as your online history, is used to sell you stuff too.
     Most people I have read on Facebook who are not celebrities always seem to be on the beach sunning themselves with their latest Spanish or froggy Lothario, others are renovating their newly acquired mansion on the Gold coast or some other upmarket area. and lying about enjoying the company of their half dozen offspring and cooking food few people have ever heard of. Maybe these people have won big on lotto and given up on work, or some were devoted in their Quest to find the end of the Rainbow; found it and moved there
     Facebook is constantly experimenting with you, They tally up the info you have revealed and use it to sell you more stuff you really don't need. The only way I can see Facebook being of any face value is to forget about chasing the approval of others, simply share the things you have enjoyed with persons you may believe would enjoy them too.

Vest...Back soon.

"Sweet as fragrant roses 'Tis to have a friend, on whom in gloom or sunshine we know we can depend"

Thursday, 8 March 2018

Words for Wednesday. The Dirty Trick.

Today's words are.  Tarmac, Whine, Lobby, Vestige, Dither Spark.

     This is my Story, It goes back to the war in the Pacific closing to its end in 1945.

        It had become like a routine for both the Allied ships of the Pacific fleet also the Japanese suicide pilots who like their predecessors were waiting by their planes on the tarmac in the islands of Miyako Shima and Ishigaki group of islands.
         Today was to be different, and very early in the day at first light, I was able to calculate that 'Something Different'. I spoke to the navigator who had stepped out from the bridge lobby with a smoke and coffee, saying "how far are we away from today's target area" " About the same as usual " Say's he.. I replied " One doesn't have to be a bright spark to  notice the whine of the carrier planes now taking off are using additional fuel tanks and this has me in a dither wondering why, that there is hardly a vestige of truth in your statement sir with my apologies for doubting your word, how come the extra fuel tanks?. his reply was " I can't say now  but we are expecting a day a bit different than is usual
          " Flying stations were ordered over the Tannoy speakers of our large Battleship The flagship of the British Pacific fleet of some seventy ships a quarter the size of the US fleet. The gun crews closed up and prepared for any outcome The norm would be to expect the Kamikazes within the hour or so.following the Allied planes back to the A/C Carriers, the Carriers being the prime target for the Kamikazes.but why the day was to be different and eventually all of our planes returning and not one enemy plane sighted?
           Later in the day, the following information was leaked. The extra fuel tanks were dropped over the  target area together with bombs etc and on leaving the area to return to the carriers the Japanese planes followed and they only had fuel for a one way suicide trip to heaven so to speak ran into trouble when the Allied planes corrected their 45 degrees diagonal course away from their destination thereby doubling the return distance.
     Little is known about the outcome simply because the Japanese planes couldn't get to our ships or have enough fuel to return to their bases.  ... Daily Gaggle.Vest.







Monday, 5 March 2018

Ghana history. The Gold coast and Togoland join to become Ghana Wed March 6 1957

    These two former  West African colonies of the UK were granted independence. Representing the Queen and Great Britain was Admiral Sir Varyl Begg and the crew of the six-inch gun cruiser The HMS Ceylon and its crew of which 'yours truly vest was a member. On my part of the celebrations, it became a fiasco which I recall with some amusement which does not include the speech from incoming President Kwame Nkrumah. There are. excerpts from"Waving Goodbye"  my Memoirs obtainable now only from Amazon. Unfortunately, I have run out of stock  ISBN 1-4120-3384-5.

Back soon. VEST.

Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Do you have a new friend ?



                            Words on Wednesday.                     

    The words were chosen By (River).

      Sunlit
      Petrichor
      Squinted.
      Comfortable.
      Disrupted.
      Phones.

                                   This is my Story,.  " Do you have a new friend."

      It was quite chilly when I had opened the bedroom french windows and stepped into the sunlit seating area where my son was sitting at the table doing the daily crossword ( the one I always have to finish).

"What is a Petrichor' he asks, "Dunno Say's I, how is it spelled" " have a dekko " he Say's, I squinted in the sunlight as I bent down to read without my spectacles," Sounds dodgy to me," says I; I wouldn't eat one." His reply was interrupted by his cell phone, a second later the house phone in the kitchen was ringing loud enough to hear down the street.  both Phones ringing in concert usually meant a problem.. However, the House phone stopped ringing as I arrived; Couldn't have been that important.I thought

  I  returned to the bedroom where I stripped the bed. The cleaning lady will remake the bed with clean linen very soon.

  I am becoming set in my habits and become annoyed when my sleeping routine is disrupted during the night by the departure during the night of the heavy headboard from the base of my comfortable Queen Sized bed
.

  The large Pillow I had placed behind the loose headboard was still there when the cleaning lady arrived, who saw the pillow between the wall and the headboard and asked with a smile " Do you have a new friend "'Oh" I replied " do you mean the pillow to stop the banging on the wall' 'Just a thought Say's she"." Wishful thinking" says " I.

  This is no consolation, for the next six days I will be left with the bed making problem, the prime cause being the devastation that the demise of my dear lady wife causes me. My problems begin early. when as soon as I am dressed I have to make the bed and it is no joke making a Queen sized bed single-handed. I have to run from one side of the bed to the other and no sooner is one side smoothly tucked in than the other side gets out of order again. Making a single bed is easy: the problem of tackling a larger bed alone is one I have never had to face before.

Sweet Dreams Vest ... back soon.














Friday, 23 February 2018

Advice for Bernice,-Wipes are useless.

Antibacterial wet wipes used for killing kitchen germs are a waste of money because bugs can come back to full strength very quickly a scientist claims.
     In many households wipes have replaced cloths and scouring pads, but it has been said that if just one cell of a household germ remains on the benchtop it will multiply within twenty minutes..
     A biomedical scientist found household soap was far better at breaking down the cell walls of household germs. However, there are some dyed in the wool Kitchen Witches who have slobbered around germs since birth who are completely immunised from all known germs.

Vest  daily gaggle...back soon.

Thursday, 22 February 2018

Words on Wednesday.

The following words have been used within the following story.

MYTHOLOGY.
DISCONNECTED'.
CAMPFIRE
ROUGHLY
EXPANSIVE
SINGING.
                                     A wedding in the year of 1643.

     On the Saturday of June the 20th, much excitement and frivolity had been ongoing since the 10 AM opening of the common grounds; near the church of Saint Oliver- formerly St Mary's in the village of Middle Sodbury in the Berkshire Chiltern Hills where roughly three or four hundred politically biased drunken villagers from surrounding Hamlets had gathered to witness the high profile wedding.

Most of the villagers already inebriated and itching for violence were supporters of Oliver Cromwell and others of higher profile supported king Charles 1.  When two days earlier much blood was shed during the Battle of 'Chalgrove field' in Oxfordshire but not quite within the snobbery of the Chiltern hills, but was involved in a  several expansive cavalry charges amid Bowmen Pikemen and Archers. After a 75% casualty rate the fighting ceased with The German mercenary prince Rupert declared the winner leaving Ollie Cromwell's cousin mortally wounded and carking eight days later. Rupert was also defeated a few weeks later and returned to Germany.

The uneducated minds of the villagers steeped in mythology and their division of loyalties and political beliefs were by now chanting and singing around the campfire already. built and ready for the 'Witch Burning '  later in the day following  the Witch Hanging and the main event of the day.

 The wedding of the daughter of Sir Sherbert Fizz William, Lady Freda Mary - formerly Frederick, Mark. prior to gender change , of Middle Sodbury. The groom being 'Cyril the Morris Dancer'
son of the 2nd Earl of of Snaggleswade and lady Bertha Biganother of Brussels Belgium A direct descendant of Francis the fornicator of Paris France. At the Alter the best man Cedric  the former partner of Cyril wept in the arms of his daddy The 3rd Earl of Frogsbottom Sir Timothy the Timid and his wife ; a former harlot "Hilda the Horrible.

Due to the possible outbreak of violence between royalists and serfs, a military guard had been placed around the village.. Pike men and Archers moved uneasily  while cavalrymen awaited the inevitable.
The bride and Groom joined the other dancers and fire eaters and indulged themselves to a slice of wild pig from the Barbecue adjacent to the  bonfire to be used for the burning of the witch ; namely 'Bernice the Quick a pick pocket and bag snatcher shortly to be hanged and burnt at the stake.

Bernice Declared she was from another world four hundred years in the future a place called Dununder and in her words Say's It will be the second time ive bin anged in four hundred years time and stone the crows it aint fair to be cooked as well. The village dogs look on expectantly most knowing  who it is they are about to eat.

The air of much jollity is in full swing several fights and stabbings within the Mead and Gin tents. Finally the arrows fly and the Pike men join the fray, The village green becomes stained with blood and the Groom is killed by an arrow. followers of Sir Timothy the Timid uncover the Cannon loaded with spread shot which had laid hidden beneath a table and its covers..

The cannon fired like a clap of thunder obliterating every thing in it path.

Finally a clap of thunder booms, Bernice awakens from her drunken stupor and on hearing loud knocking on her front door dashes down the stairs to let her unexpected visitor in, looking surprised at her visitor soaking wet from the rain  Say's come on in Elsie; looks like you bin for a swim in the Torrens.

Vest ... daily Gaggle...


Wednesday, 14 February 2018

The Moggy Hilton

The accommodation provided at this top of the range Pussy retreat is beyond belief.
The owners of this extravaganza you may have guessed -I know fairly well.
Just take the tour and be amazed.
Simply Google JARVIS BAY CAT COTTAGE.

Vest. AKA LES BOWYER.

Words on Wednesday

The following prompts are the words for this Wednesday.

Glinting.
Crop.
Valley.
Particular
Cave
Deliberately.
Caldera.
Merlin.
Unicorn.
Crossbow                                               This is my  Story, Titled..
Thoughtless.
Stunning.                                                         'The Village Fete'


   The village Fete was aways deliberately held during the most promising sunny day during mid - July when it was attended by the vast majority of the population of Lower Frogsbottom, a Village within a valley of the Chilterns in rural Oxfordshire England
.
The mass hysteria, centred mostly around the beer tent and other local yokel exciting happenings were the guessing of the weight of the pig. an unfortunate little porker destined for the Barbeque, other exciting activities, like dipping the lady and the inevitable Cocoanut Shy.

As was the usual thing the opening ceremony was always heralded by the arrival of the village Squire  The Hon Sir Marmaduke Calders Smythe  The 14th Earl of Frogsbottom. and or his Trophy wife. The former beautiful Anna Comeley,  now lady Frogsbottom; three decades his junior also unknown to her husband as the Bike,

On this particular day the beautiful Lady Comely had arrived on her black stallion and wearing the Red and Black riding habit together with the riding crop, her flowing blonde hair glinting in the rays of the sun - with her stunning angelic countenance mindful of the long gone Fox hunting days of yore.

It was not only the village boys who were enjoying this spectacle but the local Damsels too who were observing the commotion being created among the four-legged fillies mounted by other less important upper-class snobs - being caused by the excitement of lady Comley's Stallion.

The seemingly thoughtless late arrival of Sir Marmaduke in his Rolls Royce motor car with the new quiet Merlin engine, suitably adorned with the heraldic sign depicting a Unicorn Together with a Crossbow; which few could understand the meaning of. the duke then announced that there had been a Cave in at the edge of the pond near his residence which was unfortunate being that the Ducking stool used in the ceremony had plunged to the bottom of the forty fathom deep pond formerly a chalk quarry some four hundred years ago

So instead of the  Ducking ceremony we are having the Witch burning ceremony being reintroduced which caused much wailing of the village Hags, who in days gone by were the unfortunate victims of this cruelty which supposedly solved the funny goings on around the time of the 1600's, when witch hunting was a sport and reduced the age of some women particularly if they were deemed as Ugly and therefore a Witch .

So being burned at the stake the body being Barbequed so to speak  meant a feed for the local dogs  or any New Zealander with a taste for 'Long Pig.'

Suddenly the whole fete area became chaotic, a fox had sneaked in much to the delight of the local dogs who gave chase among a mix of people and horses, Horses and dogs ran amok in a scene of devastation never before seen at  Frogsbottom.  No deaths were reported.

Vest .... Daily Gaggle. back soon,.













Thursday, 8 February 2018

The News paper delivered daily to my door.

   It is becoming more like a comic book with most of its pages dedicated to sport and  brothel adverts Today's top story pulverises the Australian Deputy Prime Minister , Who it seems to have been shaking his tail with one of his favourite female staffer's  currently in the Pudding club to the shock horror of his wife of 24 years and his four daughters.

  The Deputy Pm first of all ,states , "I am deeply ashamed but is madly in love with his new squeeze..
This sort of thing happens within 50 % of Australian marriages. "Quite True" say I ,. However  I am of the opinion that - that 50% involves 95 % of the countries celebrities silver tails and politicians not the common herd.

 His family state that they gave up their own careers and education to support him over the years.

Vest.... Back soon.

Old Friends who are not Blogger's

     During the last week or so.I  have received several telephone calls from aged - old shipmates whom I served  with during WW2 as far back as 75 years,  They are not bloggers and have few if any computer skills being that George H, 95 married to Muriel 95 for 70 years are in a nursing home.in Chatswood Sydney..

     Then there is Jim who phones regularly, Jim is blind and his daily carer dials the phone; he is a widower  of  94. lives alone about 80 kls north of me .

     .Finally there is Pat , 92 Married to Betty 90  for72 years they have lived in the same house in Shepparton Vic  for 65 years.

     And myself the young one at 91 widower to Rosemary , married 63 years. collectively we are the sole survivors of the  flag ship of the Brit Pacific Fleet WW2 Our total respect for each other has never ceased and never will. Hardly a week passes before I receive a call from them or visa versa
Vest not forget. lest we forget.

Wednesday, 7 February 2018

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY.

Today is the turn of Elsie AKA River, to provide the words for Wednesday.

EXTERIOR
MADWOMAN
MOUNTAIN LAKE
TWITCHED
FLICKER
DESK
Or and
(I SHALL USE ALL OF THESE WORDS ) Vest...
PREDICTION
APPROACH
BACTERIA
VAULTS
PLANE
WHITE LILAC

Here is my Story Titled: "Having a Morbid Day"

Where I stood by the WHITE LILAC bush in the back garden, the piston driven plane approaching from the south on its way to the local Airport at Newcastle in NSW Australia - its thundering noise while in its descent revived a flicker of bad memory from the vaults of time; stored in my brain from a long past era.

However, not so vivid today, instead we have a mad woman - an aged spinster who arrives at her weekender up the road with her animals each weekend , whose dogs and her screeching Galah's and Cockatoo's in her garden reply in their own way to the noise of the descending plane. A prediction of this occurring is inevitable; it rarely fails similarly to the howls of local dogs whose accompaniments to the sound of an Ambulance heading for "Heavens Door" the local retirement village where most of the local Hospital's patients originate from.

So to avoid this bedlam I retreat from the exterior into the quietness of the house where I go to the utility room to wash the bacteria of the garden earth from my arms and hands; I twitch as the unexpected coldness of the water hits my hands, having done I head for the office with a cup of tea and later while sitting at my desk hear the less noisy return of the plane heading in a different flight path over the mountain lake.

A quietness then descends for a while, then as I gaze from the front window the slow return of the ambulance from 'Heaven's Door' is followed shortly after by the all too familiar Black Van from the undertaker heading in the other direction.

Having a morbid day by Vest. Back soon.

Monday, 5 February 2018

Shopping is tiring

     I had to go shopping today being all the fresh veggies had been consumed and little else to excite the palate, although the freezer held a variety of animal flesh(NO LONG PIG) and frozen veg, my culinary attributes rarely succeed with out the inclusion of fresh veg.  The other occupier of our residence my eldest son 63 consumes most of the food in the house and proof of the pudding is that I have lost 34 kilo's in the past fifteen months without trying unless not drinking alcohol or cutting down on deserts which my wife had a hand in preparing. , but now it is my responsibility for the whole caboodle and I am pleased to know I am now just 82 kilo's..
     So off I go to the Shopping centre: 3.5 minutes driving ( yes I drive At 91.6 years of age A 4litre Ford Falcon.) I park Successfully and meet the heat , I am beginning to perspire getting to the Air-con comfort of the Centre , (two minutes walk.) The place is busy despite it being Monday, but is the lunch hour for some. I then visit Coles Supermarket  for items I have marked on my shopping list then I go into  'Priceline' a shop which discounts the  same items Cole's , Woolies and Aldi sell for more. mainly non script Pharmaceuticals cosmetics and vitamin pills, I used my Deceased Wife,s reward card  and received a 4 dollar something discount and the cheeky lady who I knew well  Say's " Thank you Rosemary" A bloke waiting to be served gave me a funny look and I hurried off to Aldi where at the check out lady Say's " been to Coles eh" Yep Say's I - Have to , you don't sell everything. " I know Say's she but will in time"
.     By this time the trolley(Cart) was fully loaded and heavy and with a mind of its own' navigating a wobbly trolley among people who refuse to move is tiresome . Eventually back at the car extremely hot .   I transferred the trolley contents into the posh English bags I had sometime ago bought while on holiday in the UK. I then prepared for the long 3.5 minute drive home after a minute of relaxing. A tap on the window and a hairy face made  an enquiry in a most ungentlemanly manner if I was staying all day. I left giving him  the one finger salute.
Arriving Home I honked for my son to come and carry things indoors  I was totally exhausted after unpacking I slept for two hours then prepared dinner.
 One day I shall retire.
Vest... daily Gaggle. Back soon.

Friday, 2 February 2018

The snobbery of Peak living

Hong Kong Island.in the sixties
     Over a period of Two years plus I had the opportunity to visit some of the homes of the more well to do residents  of Hong Kong IE Fragrant Harbour, Due to the clouds and mist most of these homes had a strange odour of dampness, some of these homes were quite old  and unlike the apartment My family occupied on Wongneichong road which circumnavigated  'Happy Valley race course, Being  the first occupants in 1962 the Three blocks of  twenty Apartments ten story's high  were high spec and sumptuous. but nothing like the vastly high blocks of concrete which replaced them in 1997 when they were demolished.
    While in Hong Kong I had the dubious luck to come in contact with many celebs of sorts and one being a Arthur Halliwell  of Brit Daily Mirror fame who wrote a column under the title of Cassandra, who you may remember if you are aged like myself; was the villain in the  lawsuit brought by  the famous Liberace against the Brit Daily Mirror  columnist Cassandra AH himself. This Vitriolic attack on Liberace cost the Daily mirror lots of Dosh.
In 1956 Daily Mirror columnist Cassandra wrote a vitriolic attack on Liberace that he took as an accusation that he was homosexual. He sued for libel, swore under oath in the witness box that he was straight, and won. His award of £8,000 damages and £14,000 costs equates to £14,000,000 and £24.400,000...today.
     My meeting with Arthur Halliwell was when he had been invited to a party within our Base  and while waiting to be escorted recalled the party he had attended 'Up the Peak', when this well oiled  Brit dowager stated, " Lovely Party Darling 'Hic' I don't think there is a soul here who lives below MAY Road"..

Vest ... Back soon.



 

Thursday, 1 February 2018

I suppose I shall have to reveal all.

Several people have asked recently"Is that you' in the Black & white Pic on your Blog Heading."
   Yes it is me. However, the pic was taken by a friend while being very silly by taking a swim from 'Little Sober Island' in Trincomalee  Ceylon (SRI Lanka) not at all clever was the silly thing which followed, when I chased this very large Black and yellow Eel in the shallows and eventually spearing same- bagging it and taking it back to the ships galley plonking it on the bench and saying to the Chinese cook ; "here you are cookie boy get stuck into this for your brekky.". What followed was sheer panic' You Stupid SOB it's a bloody great Deadly sea snake Say's cookie boy , one bite from him you gone mate.'" fortunately it was deceased when I threw it overboard but the silly stigma stayed awhile. one of my critics suggested if it had bitten me they would get a day off to attend my Funeral.    PIC Vest 1960 Aged 34

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Wednesday, 31 January 2018

2nd Words on Wednesday.

 This  listing from Cindy follows

BLOODY.
CONFIDENCE.
RANGER.
APOLLO.
SUBMARINE.
BYRON.

     My story follows.

     Lord BYRON slept in the beds of some two hundred or more ladies ? so the lurid stories of him reveal, however, he was not the homely bed making person; more like a SUBMARINE dweller - where on which the bedding had multiple users.
      It was on my Forty third birthday; I recall, The day of the APOLLO 11 moon launch 16th July 1969 on that day I had travelled to Portsmouth (ENG). I had been invited by an old friend to visit  The SUBMARINE The HMS RANGER Despite of the fact that the crew had had a few days to tidy up the interior since returning from sea the un mistaking smell  of the SUBMARINE was BLOODY awful, even so only a few of the crew were on board when I arrived having previously doused myself with 'Super CONFIDENCE' a strong deodorant. capable of defying the smell of an aged billy goat. when one aged subby Say's " What's that funny smell " I replied "Anti Submariner stink" " never heard of it Say's he" . I wasn't surprised at his remark.
      It was a standing joke in the  Brit Royal Navy  that, if a sailor 'Whiffed a bit' he was deemed to be a Submariner.
But it came to pass as the saying goes there had to be a reckoning the Old Brit SUBMARINE was totally different to the sub I visited in New London Connecticut USA  the US Nautilus in 1965; it was larger than the ship I was serving on, a converted destroyer HMS Verylam... and the turkey dinner  on the Nautilus went down well too.

 VEST ... Daily Gaggle.  Back soon.



Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Words On Wednesday.

Below are the prompts for this little yarn which were provided by Cindy..

     DICTIONARY.
      GROUNDHOG.
      DANCING.
      RAIN.
      SILENT.
      GERMANY.

                                HERE IS MY STORY

      I am uncertain why Americans celebrate GROUNDHOG Day. Maybe  it is a reason for DANCING in the RAIN., Or it could be a SILENT  foreboding of  an ecological disaster which occasionally rears it ugly head at this time of the year or on the more pleasant side of the coin a reason for a feast for the consumption of apple strudel on some obscure date during the apple picking in GERMANY during the Autumn (Fall) season. I haven't bothered to check in my large DICTIONARY as yet, but will if I can find it among the pile of unopened boxes in the garage, most of which have lost the identifying writing describing the contents., during the past fifteen months before moving into this new home. so the guessing game begins. So eeny meeny miny mo is the only way for me to go..

 Vest... Daily Gaggle .. back soon.

Monday, 29 January 2018

A Petulant Captain.

Being an Australian of English descent I don't find it easy when international sporting activities plunge me into a problem  of choice, and I tend to observe things in the press and on the playing field that dyed in the wool Dinki di Aussies fail to see, Some of the crap and bilge snorted out by OZ cricket writers is unbelievable garbage the word Pom describing any British person is derogatory and insulting as someone referring Aussies as a bunch of Bludgery Galah's, Abo's or Wogs. The game of cricket in time honoured  five day test form can be fairly boring at times until  a batsman gets out bowled, caught or something or other then the bowler gets his  back  and Bottom slapped and is generally hugged by his team mates and sometimes kissed especially if you are an Aussie and better still from Van diemansland or  Melbourne Vic.
 Last Friday the skulduggery was exposed on the cricket field when the Wet pitch (Unplayable) dismissed the five top English batsmen
 Start of play should have been delayed one hour until the pitch dried out; one Aus guy suggested this. that their captain would enforce it but not if the POMS batted first.  what followed was a debacle until the pitch dried and although  The Aus team only just made it home to win on Australia day , it left a smell of skulduggery As for our schoolboy looking Aus Captain; his petulant attitude when not getting his own way is only too evident and too often.

Vest Daily Gaggle... Back soon.

Saturday, 27 January 2018

In retrospect.



    Thinking aloud  the other day,I realised that at my mature age it would be great to be able to start again at the beginning now knowing only too well how to conduct my life and omitting some of the unnecessary happenings which hindered my life. so below I have revised my life and hopfully it will come to fruition.

   

Now here's a thought...

Living Life Backwards.
I want to live my next life backwards.
You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an
old age home feeling better every day. Then you get kicked out for
being too healthy.

Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension. Then when you start
work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until
you're too young to work.

You get ready for High School, drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous.

Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you
have no responsibilities.

Then you become a baby, and then...
You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in
spa-like conditions - central heating, room service on tap, and
then..........

You finish off as an msagro.
I rest my case………………………!

Friday, 26 January 2018

Political quiz. (1) with reply.


Quiz. What was the common given name both M & F within the families of the 1945 leaders of Britain's Three political parties?

Answer will be provided on Sunday. Jan 28.

Vest Daily Gaggle.

Answer to Quiz. Of the three Major Political Parties in this order Labour was CLEMENT Attlee. .Conservative was The wife of Winston  Churchill  CLEMENTINE, then Liberal leader CLEMENT Davies

Simple wasn't  it.  Vest.

Thursday, 25 January 2018

Words on Wednesday.

The prompts that Cindy has provided this week are the 2nd group. mentioned below.
     
   VANISH.
   MESSAGE.
   TOKYO.
    TWIST.
   MAIM.
   WANDA.
Coming up is my historical story.

      It was on the 5th day of August in 1962 my family arrived in Hong Kong for that promising cushy job at the naval base HMS Tamar.
     We settled down for two days into the Shamrock hotel In Nathan road Kowloon. On our arrival we learned that Marilyn Monroe had passed away on that day.
     On the 7th of Aug we moved into Jubilee bldgs the naval married qtrs at the top of Nathan road in Kowloon. and also taking up  my new duties  at the base on H K Island..
      After a couple of weeks we received severe storm warnings for Hong Kong, these MESSAGE'S were to become only too real, when on 10 AM Saturday 1st  of September.it became a reality..
      We were informed early that morning of it's impending arrival, most people took the warnings seriously; our neighbour failed miserably. We  Closed every window door and placed carpets over the windows secured by battens etc and waited for the worst Typhoon ever to hit Hong Kong -Typhoon  WANDA. The lady next door who did not get the MESSAGE , and on the corner of the building,  I rescued after her flat was wiped out completely.
      The epicentre of Typhoon WANDA passed directly over the colony, winds reaching 300 klms ph  were recorded, over 10 thousand souls perished 40 thousand injured and 100 thousand homeless. Cars , shops, trees, public signs  buses would VANISH and the debris MAIM unprotected animals and the already homeless.
That same morning I was due at the Base at 1130, they the heads of dept needed an explanation for my abscence, had not noticed that all public transport had ceased to operate and the Star ferry had  ceased too.
       This windy MESSAGE from the God of storms was not the first to be encountered. On Sat the 31st March 1945 The British Pacific fleet was caught in the tail of a minor typhoon which prevented the A /C carriers from flying their aircraft on the day of the Okinawa landings 'All fools day;  Easter Sunday April 1st.45. and in another TWIST of fate ,just in case the Allied ships failed to get the MESSAGE .the US and Brit ships copped another typhoon on entering Sagami bay, prior to our entry into TOKYO Harbour for the surrender  of Japan  . The ship I served on; The Battleship HMS King George V.  Flagship of the BPF With Vice Admiral Sir Bernard Rawlings C IN C and Captain Schofield the Co of the Ship.,was the third ship to enter TOKYO Bay,  I was aged  19 years and one month and had been to sea for the past 2.5 years.   After a lot of repairs mainly to our steering the ship finally returned to the UK March,13, 1946.

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY.

Cindy has posted these prompts on her blog.

 BIRTHDAY   HEPBURN
ROBBERY.  FERRY.
EARTHQUAKE.  ROLLING.
POOH.  LEDGER.
PARIS.  TOBRUK..
EXECUTIONER.  MURDER 
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 China.as 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.

Vest Daily Gaggle.com .... Back soon.

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.

 Vest Daily Gaggle  Back soon.








Friday, 12 January 2018

More words on a Wednesday

These words were chosen at random from a Financial newspaper.

BANK.
TAX
HIGH
AGE.
BURIED.
CIVIL.
.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.

WORDS ON WEDNESDAY

This weeks words are below.
PACKERS.
PIE.
JAZZ.
CRASH.
SUPREME.
FAREWELL.

      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.

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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

HAPPY BARBEQUE

Thursday, 4 January 2018


HAPPY BARBECUE

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.

Words on Wenesday.

The words for Wednesday. are Cooking. Football. Debonair. Electricity. Ballet. Radiator.      It was quite warm during the day yesterday b...