Saturday, 30 May 2009

Did you miss your shower Yesterday or the day before, or was it further back?

LIFE IN THE 1500'S (or Tasmania in the 1960's) Mind you things were understandably out of control concerning the practice of personal hygiene the further you delve into history. However, this is not too far back. Of course the place could be merry England or New England in the Nth American colonies but wherever it was the further north one lived the use of soap and water became less

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. (Jimmy this why your girl friend abandoned you)However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odour. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water..The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.. Hence the saying. It's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ...dead ringer.

And that's the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Nepotism - Secure Jobs for Family Members At Taxpayers Expense

Nepotism - Secure Jobs for Polly Family Members At Taxpayers Expense. Plus bad Continuity perfomers.

Some Politicians really get cranky if their families become subject of media interest, some more than others , meaning those who crank up minor parliamentary jobs for relatives or friends.
Exposure of these fiddles often have some Pollies contacting friends and back hander specialists within the media circus asking for their families not to be exposed, however,"I don't mind what you write about me providing it promotes my image".
Now you could say "That sounds fair dinkum", but then you wonder why these morons fail to follow their own advice.
Pollies, most of them failed lawyers seek high profile Images to retire with on a fat taxpayer paid pension from a minimum of eight years service- however,during that period gouge every drop of swill possible from their Hon Member dodgy cash trough.
But instead of "keeping their families out of it", politicians from all parties are taking advantage of their own rules and hiring their own relatives as taxpayer funded advisers, the list of perks and bonuses goes beyond belief.
The problem is, these noxious fat cats are the only people able vote against these greasy privileges.

Nepotism has remained rife amongst the big screen and telly industry from the time the name Goldfish was changed to Goldwyn. Hebrew Monica's crop up about 50 to 1, or it is painfully apparent their ancestry evolved mainly from a long past Exodus from ghetto's in Europe or even the promised land.
Hebrew couples sporting middle eastern dials with aquiline features playing 18Th century English aristocrats on film, all wrong, this lack of continuity really gets my goat, and why do non Zionists performing in a non Zionist scenario production written by a Zionist always have so it seems names such as Sam, Rachael, Jennifer, Natalie, Sarah and Ben when they should be Bert Fred John Mary Agnes Aggie Rosemary and Jimmy. It makes sense doesn't it.
The name Aggie in its present tense conjures up something opposite to it's derivative, possibly being the archaic Roman Fem name Agrippina (AD 15-59). Agrippina was not a beautiful kindly loving soul.
Watching yet another remake-re run Medieval Robin Hood calamity.( Zionists substitute Reuben for Robin) We have within this good old English prank a lovely miscast lady of Afro origins. Really! I think the timing was askew since this supposedly took place before that nasty sod King John signed the Magna Carta at Runnymede in 1215,AD. Am I correct in stating the poms hadn't at that period ventured into the Dark continent?.
I don't watch shows like the Oscars unless I have been ordered to by nearest and dearest. However the one that comes to mind was a few years ago when the worlds most famous piss head actor dear old Mel staggered to the rostrum looked around and remarked "Jeez, I must be the only Gentile here tonight".
Most of this post is without malice and is not intended to offend, should it do so too bad. Salaam, Shalom and what have you. Back again soon. Feeling much better.

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Feeling 'Bright and Breezy'

"Hi Folks" A call to the loo brought me from my overnight slumbers after being awakened by the 'Waste disposal vehicle'(garbage cart).
After drinking my traditional glass of filtered and boiled tap water with a blood thinning aspirin I went downstairs, well the first thing I noticed were the tyre tracks over our grassed frontage and the dead spikey branch of bush lemon tree missing, (a deterrent).
**We have new neighbours now since the old bloke next door passed on, they have been here four weeks, Two families and a barking dog, so different from the previous owners who sadly; were quietly dying over the past two years but kept it maintained in good order.
We are now back to picking up pooch poo and annoying items of rubbish of which the two family residents allow to be strewn around theirs and our frontage.
The big problem is there are never fewer than five vehicles parked overnight both in their driveway and both on the road or illegally on the nature strip, and to add to that one of these vehicles could be twelve metres in length. This particular vehicle has been seen carrying road signs and orange coloured witches hats and several times parked back to front on the road which in turn creates a hazard for neighbours when accessing the road. I suppose it would be reasonable to assume that these people have more than a simple affinity to the rules of the road, up to now we have not crossed swords or even spoken to them, I don't intend to however, I have a feeling it could happen.(The Crossed swords part)
Before writing the whinge part of this post** I made nearest and dearest the traditional morning Cuppa, went down stairs again to pick up my delivered paper before it could get stolen again, I then peeled the spuds cleaned the veggies and defrosted the Rump Steak for this evenings DinDin; then shortly after gobbled down my anti cholesterol and high blood pressure tablets and then watered the garden, and they tell me I am retired.
Although the day started with a cool crisp morning it has now turned into a slightly overcast but pleasant day. Nearest and dearest had earlier made plans to do the Big shopping thingy today, I hope I have time for a nod before hitting the road as I feel totally knackered. See you soon. Vest.

Friday, 22 May 2009

"Oh Doctor He's in Trouble". "Oh Goodness Gracious Me"

The response from a Fax sent last Friday by Hubby to his Vas/Surgeons office, regarding the urgency for the approval of medication, arrived yesterday six days later after traversing the world, probably via India.
I thanked the Sub/Continental voice on the other end of the phone for the speedy reply.

The latest report on My hubby Vest.
Yesterday - Thursday 21st. feeling fine-headache minimal. he took two different pills of the new duo medication at 5pm.
This morning 7-30 he was feeling real crook, his headache had made a dramatic comeback his pulse over active as he made a slow journey to the dunny on painful wobbly legs.
11-15, His headache has lessened but some pain in not so wobbly legs.
That's all folk's. He's off the plonk now but I'll be off to the club tonight while he and our first born watch the one dayer on the telly. Bye for now 'Rosey'.

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Taking a few days off for medical reasons, Hope to return soon.

That's right Folks. I have to have a few repairs and get re registered (Mot Tested) before I am back on the road. No posts for awhile. See you soon. Vest.'

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

My head is not as thick as I first thought

My Present health problems stem from the time I tripped when heading for the bathroom the morning of Feb:8:08 while staying at my #4 sons abode in Kurrajong, Windsor, NSW, and crunched my nut on a speeding cement wall; so it seemed.

Lots of blood-pain-ambulance-op table-x-rays-stitches and in hospital for three days. My face resembling an ancient druid, mostly several shades of blue, I then returned home.
Several days later my continuing headaches were reason for a brain scan, "Alright I heard that", The results were favourable. I then suffered lumbar pains and mobility problems until Chest pains arrived around Sept 08.
Eventually this was corrected in Gosford Hospital Dec 18:08.
Letters from the Hospital to my Local family Doctor went astray and were never recovered. my initial medication was completed after several days, no other medication was offered by our Doctor.
Around three weeks ago my headaches returned and are still with me, my local Doctor advised a brain scan Thurs May:8. The resulting scan on Frid:May:9, revealed I had had a minor stroke days earlier, this I believe was when I sat bolt upright while watching the telly the previous Sunday when I felt a sharp piercing pain enter my head.
Today the visit to the doctor went well and the picture is clearer now that I have Medication. However, a visit to the heart/vascular doc is on the cards to get more clarification of what may be happening.
Unfortunately for me the headaches continue, but I am off any form of alcohol and other fattening substances despite losing over ten kilos in the past four months by exercising more and spending less lengthy periods on this computer, also I am trying to get into the habit of walking more, Rosemary walks to the shops sometimes twice in one day fifteen Min's on each occasion, but for me the Doc , Barber, garage, and post office oh and the club just ten Min's there and back - longer when I'm stopped for a neighbourly chat.

Wed:May:13. Last night I went off to snooze with a headache-later controlled by a pain killer, I slept for seven hours. This morning at ten I popped down to the Dracula shop to have tests for diabetes cholesterol and other miscellaneous probes here and there, the one's 'there' were most irritating, I returned home with a quarter of an armful less blood than I went with. Soon after I had a late morning brekky.

I have been pottering around the garden today since it is still a beautiful day with a light breeze, temp around 20 cel and mostly sunny. My headaches or should I say headache has been around all day but not too severe today. I am uncertain what speed I reached from the bottom of the garden to our lower bathroom about midday, the immense relief I experienced may have triggered the pain lowering factor in my cranium, and it appears I have lost a kilo since Tuesday which is hardly surprising.

I shall be very busy both Thursday and Friday so blogging time will be at a premium, however, I shall make some sort of effort to fulfil my obligations.

Hopefully there will be better days (ahead).

Join you again soon.

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Monday, 11 May 2009

Will P E T A get in on the act, or leave it to Greenie Peter Garret

GREENIE Peter Garrett a "warbling twit" has got the wrong Oil on this occasion.
This bang clang midnight rocker long past his UBD, has wilfully suggested that a parrot is far more important in this recession than putting the jobs of 1000 timber workers at risk.
The Federal Government has ordered the clear felling of red gum trees to cease in the Central Murray-Darling region, near the New South Wales town of Deniliquin, because of concerns about the future of the bird.

The parrot - listed nationally as "vulnerable" - nests in the hollows of red gums.
But an Opposition Environment spokesman said the move to protect the birds was overkill.
"There are a lot of them out there, and the birds were well managed by the local timber industry".

The vulnerable people were the workers whose jobs were about to be extinct.
If Environment Minister Peter Garrett won't reverse his decision then Prime Minister Kevin Rudd could overrule him. This could prove to be the litmus test for P M Kevin Rudd. who is supposedly hell bent on job security at all costs

The NSW Government has expressed concern over the order to stop timber production.

"It actually gives me a great deal of delight to agree with the NSW Government on something,"
"As one person put it to me this morning, you've got the warbling twit protecting the green leak parrot but sacrificing 1000 jobs,
I expect the other PETA will soon join the fray for all the wrong reasons".

Soon I shall be emailing out a interesting video on the Chinese Fur Trade for all to see in all its GORY (no L missing)

Seems I am burning the midnight oil too, its tomorrw already, should I say 'Goodnight' or 'Good morning'. Vest.

Saturday, 9 May 2009

Tonight Mac Farlanes Lantern Wax'eth Bright all through the Chilly Autumn Night

Tonight I hope will not be a re-occurrence of the invasion of our club by Anzac day nutters who had been ejected from other local clubs. These loonies use Anzac Day as an all-day general binge drinking pissup and lose sight of the true meaning of the occasion.
Thank you anonymous commenting on my last post(No pun intended).I allowed your info, due to it being unintentionally intrusive. However my son David is faring well, after his operation and myself; well there is no need to wonder why; with regard to my Brain Scan. I am not being locked away, it is simply a precaution being taken, due to none booze related headaches I have been experiencing recently that may have resulted from a prior accident Feb-9-08.
Today I am feeling much better than yesterday, so I shall add a little bit of humour to wind up post Number 501.. I will return on Monday.

The Itch
Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with large breasts. ZOM the Zombie Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason. However, he knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.
One day ZOM revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Vest the Physician, the King's chief doctor. Vest thought about this and said that he could arrange for Zom to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause Zom readily agreed to the scheme.

The next day, Vest made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's bra while she bathed. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Vest informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of 'Zom The Salivator' would work as the antidote to cure the itch.

The King, eager to help his Queen, quickly summoned ZOM to their chambers. Vest then slipped ZOM the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Zom worked passionately on the Queen's large and magnificent breasts. The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and ZOM left satisfied and hailed as a hero. Upon returning to his chamber, ZOM found Vest demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins.
With his obsession now satisfied, ZOM couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Vest could never report this matter to the King, and with a laugh told him to get lost.

The next day, Vest slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear. The King immediately summoned Zom.

The moral of the story............

Pay your bills.

Hi Zom you old c/s, Have a sucking good weekend. Vest.

Thursday, 7 May 2009

Hero 'Dirty Garry', Relegated to desk duties,

SYDNEY, Australia.

GARRY Miller has made 250 citizens arrests, stopped a gang rape and tackled a commuter who bashed him.

NSW RailCorp have a history of major cockups, Misjudgement, failed management you name it - they hold every conceivable record for financial loss within the NSW Govt Sphere. Blind Pugh with half a brain would make more positive executive decisions within RailCorp than the clutch of headless chooks running the show right now.

But it's his struggle with RailCorp, NSW Australia to keep his job as a train guard which is proving his toughest battle.

Mr Miller, 49, was relegated to desk duties in 2006 after arresting a man who punched him in the face at Westmead station.

Although the attacker pleaded guilty to the assault, Mr Miller was permanently removed from guard duties because of what RailCorp called "a history of incidents".

Now, after 19 years of dedicated service, Mr Miller has won the right to fight for his old job back in the Industrial Relations Commission.

He will allege RailCorp has been involved in a "conspiracy to damage my career".

He has already spent $30,000 on lawyers and yesterday learned that RailCorp had employed a barrister to fight him. Mr Miller makes no apologies for his vigilance - he was officially recognised by management after the 2000 Olympic Games and has been saluted in many personal tributes from grateful commuters.

In 2000 former RailCorp chief executive Ron Christie wrote to Mr Miller: "You have made Sydney proud of its railway people."

Mr Miller yesterday said he was just doing his job - and there was no shortage of work. 'A pricelss statement if there ever was'

"It wasn't hard," he said. "Every time I turned around, something was happening right in front of me. I could either ignore it or do some- thing about it."

Mr Miller denied he had been over-zealous or exceeded his authority.

"Every person I have ever arrested has been found guilty or has pleaded guilty. RailCorp has not received a single complaint," Mr Miller said.

For 16 years he patrolled Sydney's trains, apprehending thugs, thieves, drunks, drug dealers, vandals and would-be rapists.

"In 2001 eight young men were assaulting four girls until I intervened," he said.

But for all his hard work he has had nothing but insults and intimidation.

"I've been called 'Rambo with a death wish', told I have psychological problems and that I'm a danger to myself," Mr Miller said.

"I was told I should just stand back and observe - just do nothing."

Mr Miller's advocate John St Vincent Welch said that in his 42-year career in industrial relations "I have never struck a worse case of personnel and personal mismanagement. At the end of this someone in management should be sacked".

Mr Miller slammed RailCorp's claims about the extent of transit officer patrols.

"RailCorp says there are 600 transit officers but in reality, at any given time, there are only 200. The figures are bodgy," he said.

It is clear thinking to have the likes of Mr Garry Miller back at work in the slot that few can emulate. It would be most unlikely that the executive loonies who removed him would have any hands on experience in dealing with actual live problems. I would guess they commute by limousine.

POST Number 500 by Vest.

Monday, 4 May 2009

Goodness doesn't flow from religious deities alone.

Having been brought up in the Christian religion (C of E), taught me, that there were certain principles on the surface within the teachings that would hold me in good stead should I take the trouble to abide by them. 'Love thy neighbour, not to steal or lie (tax returns exempted), give succour to the poor and not to kill unless by Govt decree but despite my efforts to abide by these edicts, I must admit I have failed dismally except for 'Love thy neighbour' but not too recently.
The remaining spit and polish of this faith industry sect remains similar to many other beliefs which serve only to strike fear into those who in some cases are compelled to believe this tripe, scientifically proven did not and will not happen.
Sadly,the rogues and charlatans of the faith industry control about five percent of the worlds economy, and like the deceit of the lying business houses, will control our lives for all time until every one is given a common sense pill.

Over the past week. I visited the vascular surgeon on Tuesday who gave me comforting news and I thanked him for doing a good job, I thought the plumber did a good job too - about six weeks back - but his pipe fixing was significantly less costly.

Tamara - Rose our gorgeous charming beautiful pretty and lovely Granddaughter was sixteen on Saturday May 2. Her younger sister has all of her hallmarks too. Tamara spent most of Saturday out shopping starting from ten minutes after our birthday card contents were revealed.
We frequently get gouged for presento's as well as Xmas with 14 G/& G G/children.
Having children means you must make provision for them and their issue well into retirement years, those who don't - end up wearing old clobber that arrived in the wardrobe more than ten years ago. Nearest and dearest keeps up with the trends and I try to fit in somehow - the sacrificial old goat, who must give and not to count the cost.
Have a loving week, Vest.

Saturday, 2 May 2009

Oz Christians Say "No Muslim School Here"

Christians? have been working towards this for the past decade in Australian schooling — Christians trying to block the establishment of an Islamic school. A group calling itself the Christian Camden Ministers’ Fraternal submitted the most extraordinary objection to the Land and Environment Court claiming an Islamic school in Camden would be an attack on Australian values.

The Fraternal leaders from local Catholic, Anglican, Presbyterian and Baptist churches and schools — warns Camden it will go the way of our 'Sydney Mecca', Auburn, Bankstown, Lakemba and Liverpool, where the predominantly Muslim community seeks to dominate public space.

Christian churches and communities have benefited from government generosity - meaning us tax payers - to establish hundreds of Christian faith industry schools over the past years, many publicly funded up to 80 per cent, but apparently Muslims should not, and in my opinion none should whatever their denomination.

What is laughable is that everything the ministers say would go wrong if an Islamic school is established, is already happening in many communities because of Christian faith industry schools.
The main concern seems to be an Islamic agenda of social change — as if a rash of school building by various Christian faiths had no such agenda.

This is preacher-speak for a dire future for Camden where Christians will cower as jihadist take over the streets.
Most residents of Camden are in blissful ignorance that the Christians were in charge of the streets to start with.

But the downside of having many new faith-based schools is already with us. Local public schools and communities are suffering as various faiths, mainly Christian, build as many schools as possible with as much public money as possible, often in areas that will not sustain them, and this trend will continue as long as the reluctance for intelligent former Christians refuse to believe that the almighty made dinosaurs about 50,000 years ago

Catholic Archbishop of Sydney Cardinal George Pell - This goofy guy - a rightous 'Foot in mouth' lamented his archdiocese schools do not educate their share of children from low-income families. But he also called Islam the new communism’’ and claimed secular democracy is an emptiness, predicting it will be "filled with darkness".
Out of a 21 million population, only about 1.5 million Australians regularly go to church, any church.
So I guess about 19.5 million of us will be in the emptiness together waiting for the darkness to descend.

The submission contained much fear about what might be taught in Islamic schools. But no one knows a lot about what is taught in any faith-based school, as checks are minimal and often limited to viewing written programs.

But, rest assured, Islamic schools do not teach the fairytale that the world was created in six days 2000 years ago — as 200,000 Australian children are taught today in evangelical Christian schools.
These include 'God made fish and He made them on day five’ and dinosaurs from a biblical perspective.

One non-religious objection to the Camden Islamic school by the ministers was, there are other independent schools in this area which are well short of full enrolment. And that might reveal the biggest Christian fear of all.
Mind you, some Muslim organisations are not helping. On the Australian Federation of Islamic Councils website, where you can find a directory for Islamic schools, one reason given for women to wear the hijab is that in ‘ ancient Hellas’ prostitutes and female slaves were forced to go bareheaded and unprotected against being accosted.

I mention this like many of us to ensure both Christians and Muslims are offended and will equally accuse me of stirring up religious animosity.
I would like to ban the building of any new faith industry-based school. But expect more of this nonsense until governments return to making public schools a national priority.

Vest Has Left the Building

To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).