Thursday, 31 March 2011

Vest, Born with a silver Spoon, "I Think Not"

This Post is in reply to a WU Blogger, who suggests that I  Vest was born holding a silver spoon

This was his Bad-Ass of me.

Anonymous said...
I cant imagine Vest to be what he portrays, an asshole - perhaps a greedy overweight christian hog with pots of shekels - born to wealth and fed with the silver goblet is more to the truth, he is a mockery to poverty and hateful to religions mainly muslims and jews.a big man in his castle torture his many starving servent swhile he eats fine food and wine and beds many women to sate his sexual appitite. A..W U B's.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011 12:26:00

Herewith unfolds the truth.  WGTATF or Memoirs of Vest.

A New Begining.

Little John Spencer, awakened by the call of the rooster in the back
garden, tiptoed across the creaking floorboards to lift the latch of the
leaded window. The bees at the end of the garden were in full flight after
busily taking off one by one upon emerging from the slot at the bottom of
their hive. As he listened, the old rooster repeated his call, which was
echoed by calls from other roosters further a field, bringing the day to
I, little John Spencer, rushed over to my brother and shook him,
saying, .C.mon, got to get up.. Dressing as we went down the
stairs, we tumbled through the open door and emerged into the sunlight.
.Let.s go!. Christopher cried.
.Now don.t go too far away, and be back for breakfast in half an
hour,. said Mrs Parker.
.Yes, Auntie,. we chorused.
It was a beautiful summer morning in late July 1932. A lightly scented
breeze wafted over the myriad of summer flowers near the cottage. We
hurried down a long path and crossed the road over to .Turners. farm,
where I was subjected to other unfamiliar smells. I saw the brook flowing
over a slippery wooden causeway. Hanging over the brook were bushes
with white marble-sized seeds that looked like small snowballs, which
sheltered the fish in the brook from the sun. As I looked around at that
moment, I could feel only happiness. My six-year-old mind focused on
the tranquillity of my surroundings and said, .This is where I belong. I
never want to leave it. ever..
My elder brother, Christopher and I had arrived here at the village of
Chalgrove in Oxfordshire the day before. We had travelled by train and
bus from London, where our earlier years had been a succession of
uncertainties and disappointments.
16 July 1926 . 21 Homerton Place, Hackney, London E8
There had been no bright stars or claps of thunder to herald my arrival
into this world . only an expression of deep concern from my parents,
2 . Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies

who wondered how they were going to support this new addition to the

family on an already overstretched budget.

John Leonard Spencer, son of Albert George Spencer aged thirtyseven

and Victoria Violet Maude Spencer, nee Stephens, aged twentynine,

was born on the stroke of midnight within the sound of Bow Bells

on this auspicious day. According to London folklore, if .Bow bells could

be heard,. it meant I was a true Cockney. Also, being a Thursday.s child,

.I had far to go,. or If a Friday.s child, loving and giving, a poetic promise

borne out in many generous portions later in life.

1926 was not a good year to enter the world. There was much political

strife, coupled with industrial strikes, job shortages, and a generally

undernourished population. Very few people escaped the deprivations

that continued into the early 1930.s.

I remember little of my first years, although I vaguely remember my

brother, Christopher, who was seventeen months my senior, born on

Christmas day 25 December 1924. I also recall older children dressing me

in a paper suit and the unusual aroma of a confection that sold on the

local streets (which I have never smelled since.) Then there was the barrel

organ, which we knew as a Hurdy Gurdy. A swarthy looking bloke with

a large, red-spotted kerchief tied around his neck and a monkey on his

shoulder sang to the Italian music he played, while the monkey foraged

through the singer.s hair. Occasionally the monkey collected a penny or

two in a tin can. If the tin can rattled at the end of the day, they would


When I had reached three years of age, my father proudly polished

his medals and buttons and went to summer camp with the Territorials.

When the camp was over, he returned with his fellow East Kent regiment

ex-soldiers (.The Buffs.) to our humble home where one ex-soldier

played the bagpipes. This was a frightening experience for me. No

wonder enemies retreated in disarray after listening to that terrible

sound! Sadly, my father, the late tramway worker and ex-army sergeant,

died as a result of recurring problems from a head wound he received on

the last of his three tours to the battlefront in France during WW1. My

father was only forty years old. My mother provided most of the

information I have regarding my father.

By my brother.s birthday, Christmas day 1929, I was nearly three anda-

half years old. Ruth, our baby sister, born 15 July 1928; was eighteen

months old, and Christopher was five years old

A New Beginning

John Leonard Spencer . 3


After saying goodbye to Granny Stephens, our family went .hop picking.

in Kent for a few weeks in the summer. Travelling to the hop fields in old

Lorries (trucks) was something I thoroughly enjoyed, along with the new

experience of clean, fresh country air and the great smell of the hops! No

wonder men like beer! The vines of the hops reached higher than my

mother.s head. Since I was encouraged to help, I would occasionally pick

the hops lower down.

The facilities at the campsite were very basic. Our sleeping quarters

consisted of clean mattresses filled with straw on wooden bunks. We

brought our own bedding, clothes, and cooking utensils. Children would

fish and swim in the nearby river. The smell of wood fires and cooking

our meals are things I will never forget.

Tough times called for desperate measures. After the winter and

another trip to the hop fields in Kent, my mother decided to stay with

elderly relatives at Folkestone in the county of Kent, who would provide

board and lodging in exchange for household duties. It was very hot on

the day we arrived and the walk into town seemed never ending. My

mother asked a woman at a posh house for water, and the lady was kind

enough to give us a meal as well.

We moved into a house not far from the beach, where the fishing

.boats. were propped up with poles. Most of the time, the fishermen

would give me a bucket of dabs (small flatfish), which we all enjoyed and

kept us on side with the elderly relatives.

Late in 1930, my mother asked me to look out the bedroom window.

She told me I was looking at the Airship R101. Remembering that

spectacular sighting, it saddens me to say that it was the first and only

occasion I would see it, as unfortunately the R101 crashed later in the

same year.

By late 1931, the whole country was in a depression. If food was

available, few could afford it. I was now five years plus. For some

unknown reason, we moved to the town of Dagenham in the county of

Kent near London to live with other Spencer relatives. I vividly recall the

cold winter and going to school for the first time.

I learned later that our mother became enamoured with an already spoken-

for male member of the Dagenham Spencers, which was

probably the reason our family was given our marching orders by an
A New Beginning

4 . Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies

irate female family member. The short stopover at the local workhouse

was as far down the social ladder as anyone could go.

My father.s brother rescued us from this disastrous situation. Uncle

Ted, a bachelor, was a serving member of the army who attained the rank

of captain after rising from the ranks, but unfortunately died in his fifties

from an alcohol-related problem. Our short period of residence with our

paternal grandmother was full of conflict. It was about this time that I

was hospitalised with diphtheria. Statistically, I was one of the few

survivors of this medical ailment.

Life went on until the bubble burst. My mother and relatives decided

it was time we were someone else.s responsibility. So, in early 1932, Saint

Barnado's  Homes, Stepney, London EC1, accepted us.

Want more ? Buy the Book, Click on the Pic , Its Easy........Vest. 


Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Women Prime Ministers have Balls.

----- Original Message -----
From: "saby dasouza" Our correspondent in Mumbai, India.
To: "Daily Gaggle | Vest"
Subject: Re: FW: Australia says NO, again

greater than our Indira Gandhi ?
Women PMs have balls
    I am what I am.


Australia says NO - Second Time she has done this ! She sure isn't backing down on her hard line stance and one has to appreciate her belief in the rights of her native countrymen..

 A breath of fresh air to see someone lead. I wish some leaders would step up in Canada & USA .
   Australian Prime Minister does it again!!
This woman should be appointed Queen of the World.. Truer words have; never been spoken.

It took a lot of courage for this woman to speak what she had to say
or the world to hear. The retribution could be phenomenal, but at least she was willing to take a stand on her and Australia 's beliefs.

 The whole world needs a leader like this!.

 Prime Minister Julia Gillard - Australia.

  Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law were told on
  Wednesday to get out of Australia , as the government targeted
 radicals in a bid to head off potential terror attacks..

 Separately, Gillard angered some Australian Muslims on Wednesday by saying she supported spy agencies monitoring the nation's mosques.

 I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali , we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians. '

 'This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom'.

 'We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese,
 Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to
become part of our society . Learn the language!'

 'Most Australians believe in God. This is not some Christian, right
wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on
Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly
 documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of
  our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another
 part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our

 'We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask
 is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment
with us.'

 'This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow
 you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once you are done
 complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our
 Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take
 advantage of one other great Australian freedom, 'THE RIGHT TO
  'If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come
here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted.'

 Maybe if we circulate this amongst ourselves in Canada & USA , WE
will find the courage to start speaking and voicing the same truths.
 This is an invite to World United Bloggers to comment, W U B are a cell of latent terrorists based in Cairo.

Monday, 28 March 2011

Simply settling for love and sex....................Post 773

IT'S almost a cliche that women settle down for love, and men for regular sex.
but it may be true. Women seem to agree to cohabit because they view it as a stepping stone to marriage.
Yet men move in hoping for more sex and to "test drive" the relationship to see if it is worth sticking around.
Most men and women agreed on many benefits of living together  such as more time together and sharing the cost of living.
Men, more so than women consider cohabitation creates far more opportunities for having sex, compared to dating.
How is it with your love entanglement?. BTW, Mine is fine, Love you Rosey, xxx.

Rosemary my nearest and dearest is in Belmont Hospital after surgery today,"all is well".

The Garden of Friendship.
A friendship can weather most things and thrive on thin soil -
but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small silly presents every so often -
just to save it drying out completely. Oh and a few more comments from loved one's would not go amiss. ........Vest....... Back soon.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Waving Goodbye To a Thousand Flies. Click on the pic.

More than simply interesting, HARD to put down.
Fear and Hysteria.
MEMOIRS of madcap bonking and all you can eat boudoir action.

Emily's mother too?

You're a rascal. A very lucky one.

What a wonderful book. I'm enjoying every page........... Ben Romeo.
Dont wait get it now.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

March 23 2011 Six years later and............

It Is still wet and windy, nothing has changed weather wise, however the ever changing rules with blogging have not helped in keeping it simple, the mass of changes and regulations plus one recently, have me thinking it's time to go, My time is becoming more valuable and there are things which become neglected. A few fun opportunities and other options can take up the slack, and a less sedentary lifestyle would enhance my weight loss program. I do drink a lot of water, do not smoke or drink coffee and walk a fair amount and still work in our garden and more recently have cut down the size of meal portions and added more salads, fewer spuds -less dairy and bread.
Exercising at this point in time is out, so is the Sun and high humidity, So a (yawn) a quick nod is in the offing. feel the need to relax. Back later?? Vest.

This is Where it Began on Wed March 23 2005.

It Is still wet and windy, nothing has changed weather wise, however the ever changing rules with blogging  have not helped in keeping it simple, the mass of changes and  regulations plus  one recently, have me thinking it's time to go, My time is becoming more valuable and there are things which become neglected. A few fun opportunities and other options can take up the slack, and a less sedentary lifestyle would enhance my weight loss program. I do drink a lot of water, do not smoke or drink coffee and walk a fair amount and still work in our garden and more recently have cut down the size of meal portions and added more salads, fewer spuds -less dairy and bread.
Exercising at this point in time is out, so is the Sun and high humidity, So a (yawn) a quick nod is in the offing.
Wednesday, 23 March 2005       This was six years ago, and  now 765 posts later.

Introduction to Daily Gaggle

Good morning to you all on this wet and windy day on the Central Coast of N S W Australia.
This blog is not intended for the overheated super educated persons, whose main intent is to impress us with their glossary of alternate words and expressions which tend to become meaningless to normal average people. I will not be impressed by inane one word stupid comments. You may use clear precise philistinic grammar. but keep it readable, for the masses. Overdone obscene statements may be deleted.


Gladys Eavey said...
Well, how refreshing it is to find a web site that does not contain vulgarities, you sound like a very nice well educated man. My grandson has been teaching me how to use a computer and has been a great help, he will be 47 next Thursday and I am not quite sure what to buy him, have you any suggestions
Jeese Glad ol gal, crikey you must have already received your telegram from big ears mum E R 2 or it is due soon, if so I hope you get your ton up. The problem I have, is deciding about what to advise you to give to your grand son for his 47th birthday. I am having serios problems with my crystal ball which is on the blink and my Oracle came up with the sugestion that you should ask your grandson. Or on the chance that he may be running around wild and has everything a man can have er wait a sec the Oracle is laughing wildly er thats better, it is suggesting a course of penicillin or a new Teddy bear, loves ya Glad.
Gladys Eaveysaid...
Maybe i should buy him a crystal ball, where did you get yours from as i have not seen them in any stores lately, will be 99 in July
Dunno where you Crystal balls from Glad old sport. I have had mine since I became betrothed to her indoors. I was told by a senior Relo they were an essentional pre-requisite for blokes who were about to become entangled into the vagueries of wedded bliss, I am now much wiser than the C-ball, but it occasionally becomes useful when I return home after a late night out. Yesterday was pension day for old sheilas like your good self, so I am assuming you were out late night shopping or at the Sen Cits Swingers club and still lively enough to tap out a message on your morse pad at 1:57 am. Last of all; Are you on Lazarus juice?
JO JO& Georgia said...
We would like to say sorry to Dave who comments on this site.It was us who created the problem on B's site when several people were admonished for our bad drunken behaviour.
Jo Jo & Georgia. That is if Dave understands what you refer to. I have checked up on you two loose cannons and it seems that your unsavoury drunken comment has sunk to the lowest level. Ladies of your calibre; without question should be shot on Sight.
Fred said...
Whats's all this crap about me!
Fred, you goof you made a comment on the cricket thingy, where I also replied to you, only what I said was not crap. Hang about Fred; would you be 99 year old Gladys 47 year old grandson, if so is the pennicillin working yet? Any further problems you have jellyhead, phone Rent-A-Brain.
John Leonard Spencersaid...
Hello. How about having a topic called 'Open Discussion'. People have things to say, other than on the particular topics posted. Anyway. Think about it. I think it's a good idea. Hope you agree.
JLS Go ahead, with your expertise it should be a doddle to write such a simple post. How is the Cl/run novel coming along?
John Leonard Spencersaid...
Can't see an open discussion post yet. Will wait till I see it. Ah, the new book. Will be out within a year or so... Can't rush these things
J L Spencer said...
Tomorrow April 1st. Many Ex British Royal Naval men, Some of whom are my friends, hundreds of them living here in Australia, will pause to Remember The 60th Anniversary of Operation Iceberg April Ist Easter Sunday 1945 in the Pacific, when thousands of lives were lost. More info at Op Iceberg On Google.
Jim ex Royal Navy 82. I served on HMS Formidable The large Fleet Aircraft Carrier. anti aircraft guns-pom poms crew-very busy-visits from kamikazes-death and destruction. Easter Sunday All fools day 1945 - many more weeks of the same thing to come-Brown trouser times- hardly a sunshine cruise.please see it on Google'Operation Iceberg' Thanks to our tight fisted Govt my self and others who fought here for Australia Are refused the GOLD CARD (MEDICAL CARD) FOR VETS.
J L SPENCER said...
Hello JIM From The FORMID. As an 18 year old at the time, my action station the Gun Direction Platform near the Bridge on HMS King George V, the flagship. I consoled myself into thinking I was too young to die, but there were times I was scared shitless. Ave a gud day Mate.
Mark, from Belmont nsw said...
Hi Vesty. great posts no confusing claptrap, read you every day, tell me where can I get J L Spencers book 'Waving goodbye to a thousand flies'-is the book as good as the cover suggests?
Mark from Belmont.The book in question is as you say; as good as it suggests. It is written as if you were listening to the characers at their actual age; they were at the time of the incidents portrayed, in this well documented account of one persons extraordinary love life and other intriguing adventures.$26-00 includes P&P, Ch or M/o for signed copy,to:J L Spencer, PO BOX 250, Budgewoi, NSW Australia, 2262. Check it out on the links.
Amanda said...
Vesty. try a spell check before you publish, you type too fast and miss some letters, good reading though. you missed (T)
Dear Amanda; or should I say Mandy? That (T) you mentioned was completely out of charac(T)er in my last comment, only perfectionists like your goodself would have noticed such a frightful mistake. Most people have something missing; like you dear Mandy. Judge not, lest ye be judged sport. (Try) a capital letter when you next start a sentence. Thanks for the correction anyway.
The last comment by some cowardly Anonymous creep was deleted due to excessive use of filthy expletives. Warning,keep it clean !!
Who is CS? Come clean, reveal your murky identity, without foul words,or you will be deleted again.
tony said...
CS? Could be the flambo gay polly who trolls troppo-when not trolling around the mens dunny on Circular Quay ..this will cause a stir!Yoiks!!
It is sat night I have returned from the Budgewoi Soccer club brahms and lidst.From what I can gather the comment from Tony who ever he is may suggest CS is a "Hello Sailor" type. OK i'll continue tomorrow-must sleep very tired 2 many JW's adios. singlet.
Having spent precious time perusing blogs various, those in particular whose authors form their own acrid opinion on matters political which in the main is a morass of uncomprehendable gunge and untruthful gobbledygook churned out regularly by word hungry syllabled tongued articulated artisans of word speak, who take delight when deriding persons that; their so called school room language is cheap and unworthy of mention. These failed achievers in the literary world who heap praise on one another (arse kissing It is called)rarely read each others comments or self opinionated literary achievements,there is a mass of this partially read mud slinging crap jamming the recycling bins, it continues to be spewed out by these unemployable aged pen pushing pricks, who probably have never put into practice what their pens have pushed. These so called articulated dumbells when lost for a impressionable alternate word consort to using filthy obscene expletives to highlight the garbage they have written, thus lowering themselves to the gutter where they belong. These gunge geezers are nothing more than mindless WORD SNOBS
J L Spencer said...
1742copies sold to date,$5,069.22,at ave US$2.91,9 month period, still selling. must be my easier to read down to earth writing; understood by the masses. Dont worry C, I will not be moving to Double Day.Thanks Vest.
Catherine. I live in Fairy Meadow, NSW said...
Hi Mr Vest.A odd name indeed, why? I assume that U collected a heap of S... From those guys on Troppo & the like, some R ok But most are who I find awe inspiring, most of their wanderings through political space powered by chardonnay I find dismal & lacking impact...never getting to the point. What would be your age bracket please, sadly I approach M A but fit of mind & body. C Y A soon.
Catherine. I live in Fairy Meadow, NSW said...
Back again...been trolling Troppo. My favourite jerkoff person Parish...not only misleading but contradicts himself continuously...what's the point in lying to your friend & I believe he has lost the plot..his vague impractical suggestions... loaded with his delightful hatful of distasteful e's in dreamland without doubt & many more like him who pander to his bilge scribble...CYA
Catherine no more name dropping, ok.Bloggers do not like getting a serve in return for their comments, they have unconditional authority over that which they preach, most were untamed dissident children and some still behave that way. Today I had a call from JLS who states that, his cleaner received a tel call from a blogger-some hacked up halfwit W from Melbun, an exchange of abuse followed. Warning any more of this whacko, Our minders Mario Frankie & Luciano will call to correct your problem. Let's hope tomorrow will bring a few pleasant moments. THIS POST IS CLOSED FOR FURTHER COMMENT.
home equity line of creditsaid...
Anonymous said...
so this is when it all began

Vest Has Left the Building

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