Showing posts from January, 2012

Your brain versus the Internet.

     Having lived a full and  well traveled life prior to newscasts and the Internet taking over my brain several years back in the typewriter years, I had the option of referring to my journals for past cloudy info or my noddle which I sometimes used for confirmation. Birthdays important events and places I had visited at the time of important happenings in our world, provided me with answers otherwise would have been forgotten forever. Although the Internet has not taken over my brain in its entirety being most of my marbles are functioning loud and clear, the lack of hands on travel and general gadding about has me reliant on mostly second hand Info to peck at. My trip to Tassie and travelling to Europe a couple of times in a metamorphic trance to revisit old friends and  rello's and recollecting my long  past indelible childhood have been rewarding to me personally but did not impact on my mind as memories of some of the worlds extreme events have done. Apart from looking fro

Slick marketing Con job . The $10-00 off a leg of lamb. Full page advert for Woolworths,The fresh food people.

For those resident in the USA and U/K the OZ Woolworth stores have no connection with F W Woolworth.where you are. Yes a full page advert in the DailyTelegraph both Sunday And Monday, providing a coupon which the slick woolies marketeers would give you ten dollars off the price of any fresh leg of lamb from their butchery departments in the Sydney regions. For those people with oodles of loose change  with little shopping acumen, you will be confused and remark so what, however those with fewer shekels  for food with which to fill the tummies of their  hungry tribe will question this and bring the slide rules and abacus into play. Note the average price for a leg of lamb family size meaning enough for six grown ups with some left over for supper also the dog and the cat, would last week cost $24-00 for a smaller leg at $ 12-00 per Kilo. These smaller legs have had slices removed from the thick end  which the butcher flogs at $16 -00 a kilo. On arrival at the Woolworth's store,

Coming to'The end of the lollipop', and 'Life after blogging'.

After a series of health probes check ups diagnostic searches and other gratifying statements indicating I should retain my Christmas card list for at least one more occasion the trepidation of extinction gives way to a feeling of exhilaration instead of looking into winding up  and getting things into order prior to an expected date of departure. It has been suggested I retire from blogging;  get off my ass and think more in terms of doing something more useful for myself and others around me. but what I ask, I believe I have just about done most things a lot of people haven't done , what more do you want? There are hundreds of bloggers who I have called on and  have retired since my late arrival on the blogging scene seven years ago, leaving only the stalwarts to plod on to face up to the opposition of the devious antics of Face book and the likes of  other intrusive numbskull's. Logging off could be the best way to face up to life. One quick way to cheer up may be to dele

E BA GUM or hard to believe. MAGABE and Gay Sex Romps. .

HARARE Zimbabwe. Formerly Salisbury Southern Rhodesia. This former prosperous country once  controlled by a minority hard working white farming community, and now constantly raped and pillaged and slowly bleeding to death under the leadership of the Black Fella and complete looney Bob the the despot MUGABE, has another major headache with the news that Bob  Mugabe is a sexual deviate. President Robert Mugabe had sex with another politician ( One Polly telling another Polly to get f#!*ed is common place) however getting caught on the job and exposing oneself to the community can be career destroying. A Zimbabwean MP has been held in custody after saying Pres Bob Mugabe had gay sex with another MP, state media reports. ***Mugabe is believed to have said Homosexuals are worse than pigs and dogs. *** This is not my personal view. However, Stringing him up by his testimonials might clear the way for a more stable administration. Any suggestions how to string up our own Silly Gilly G

So you can't afford to pay the Mortgage this month !!

It is probably because you could not afford  to protect  your payments with sickness insurance. or your fees at the non govt school have arrived, or maybe a vet bill for treating your great Dane and poodle for distemper has arrived on the mat, or the worst scenario the Xmas credit card bill has arrived with the electric bill which had a boost to it on this occasion because of the greedy air-conditioner keeping your freeloading Christmas guests cool, and to top it all  the children -all four have intestinal worms from handling the flea ridden bum licking dogs, which are the cause of most family strife and unnecessary expense than any thing else. Mans best friend could actually be his worst enemy, with the average bow wow creating 1200 arguments during its average life span of twelve years, that is two serious arguments each week but does not include the minor spats, major upsets include the responsibility of whose  turn it is to walk the dog, or feeding these greedy money gobblers, als


CHAPTER 13 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. My School the 'Watts Naval Training School'  A Branch of Barnardo's, supplied the Royal Navy each year with approx fifty children aged fifteen years plus. Frequently war news would arrive at the school  concerning the death of yet another old boy, the list was long but less than the real figures. After a gruelling train journey to Fleetwood (near Liverpool,) I embarked in the early morning on the Isle of Man steam packet