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 or 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).


                                   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.

                                     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.


Words on Wednesday

The following prompts are the words for this Wednesday.

Crossbow                                               This is my  Story, Titled..
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 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


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

Or and

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 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,
     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


     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..


                                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

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.
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 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


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.

Vest Daily .... 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.

.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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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, t...