Tuesday, 24 December 2013



As I was lying around, pondering the problems of the world,

I realized that at my age I don't really give a rat's ass anymore.

..If walking is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.

.. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water, but is still fat.

.. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years, while
.. A tortoise doesn't run and does mostly nothing, yet it lives for 150 years.

And you tell me to exercise?? I don't think so.

Just grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,

the good fortune to remember the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.

Now that I'm older here's what I've discovered:

1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.

2. My wild oats are mostly enjoyed with prunes and all-bran.

3. I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling apart.

4. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

5. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

6. If all is not lost, then where the heck is it ?

7. It was a whole lot easier to get older, than to get wiser.

8. Some days, you're the top dog, some days you're the hydrant.

9. I wish the buck really did stop here, I sure could use a few of them.

10. Kids in the back seat cause accidents.

11. Accidents in the back seat cause kids.

12. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.

13. The world only beats a path to your door when you're in the bathroom.

14. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he'd have put them on my knees.

15. When I'm finally holding all the right cards, everyone wants to play chess.

16. It's not hard to meet expenses . . .they're everywhere.
17. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

18. These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter . . .I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I'm "here after".

19. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded.

                                              State Trooper recalls Christmas Eve

State Trooper
Recalls Christmas Eve

                                          Malcolm, U/K.
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Friday, 20 December 2013

Drink Driving... Holidays approaching. Be very careful

With the holidays upon us I would like to share
a personal experience with my family & friends about drinking and driving. As you may know some of us have been known to have brushes with the authorities from time to time on the way home after a "social session" out with friends. Well, three days ago I was out for an evening
with friends and had several cocktails, followed by some rather nice red wine. Feeling jolly I still had the sense to know that I may be over the limit. That's when I did something that I've never done before... I took a cab home! Sure enough on the way home there was a police road block, but since it was a cab they waved it past. I arrived home safely without incident. This was a real
relief and surprise because I had never driven a cab before. I don't even know where I got it and now that it's in my garage I don't know what to do with it!!!

Malcolm, U/K.


Thursday, 12 December 2013

Catholic Coffers Full. Plus , Kept for SEX By RC Priest. Plus update

   These Stories are True and not Fairy as in most of the scriptures, and they unfold daily. It clearly Shows the needs of Priests to be in dire want. or need if you prefer.
By abolishing the archaic rules of the Catholic Church  and giving priests their basic human rights of procreation as other break away Christian orders have done Since Fat Henry; then we are more likely to see an end to these sordid acts of Buggery which give relief to the sexual cravings of these priests destined to live a life of  masturbating - or as we now see due to the exposing by the press, and of the sordid acts of Sexual depravity  which have been perpetrated by these priests for centuries.

Two more RC stories fill Page 11 on today's Sydney Daily Telegraph, Thursday 12 Dec. The 1st anniversary of the end of the world day debunked last year as false.

(1) Catholic coffers crammed with cash.
(2) Kept for sex by a religious predator.
Good reading in the Sydney Daily Telegraph. get it now or go on line.

Busy again today, must go, Back soon ....Vest.

Up Date December 13 . 2013.... Further revelations  regarding the above post , are available on page
24 in Today's Sydney Daily Telegraph.

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Catholic Slush Fund used to pay out Victims of Paedophile RC Priests plus Cricket Crap.

 You do not have to continue reading if this offends you- being an unfortunate member of this Bum boy Sex Sect or one who condones this depravity.My Favourite paper the Sydney Daily Telegraph delivered daily to my door has a front page spread full of info and in graphic detail of this on going scandal. Tuesday Dec 10. The Telegraph Say's the Catholic Church has admitted paying at least $43 Million in hush money to victims of it's paedophile priests, as the Church's barrister outraged victims yesterday by quoting from the Bible.  The full  ungodly story continues on in page Four. get  your copy from the News agent or supermarket now. If you are feeling tight arsed   (no pun intended) you can read this on line.

The Telegraphs Bevy of  Pig Swill gushing  Sports writers Continue their tirade of racial and offensive abuse of the 'English Gentleman's Test Cricket team ' Some the Bilge being uttered would make an RC Priest Burn his Bible, Mind you a dyed in the wool  beer swilling Ocker with rocking horse mentality would  savour this tripe lauding the recent dodgy success of the boring cricket fiasco, although I find it hard to believe what was said to me by a visitor to our club that he knew the umpires were bent Especially the Pakistanis and most of the team were on dodgy substances, and that the Umpires were condoning Chucking instead of bowling particularly by the much maligned Inky Johnson.  I suppose  these  loony hate gushing cricket writers  have to have a break from writing about salary caps eye gouging and ear biting  during the aerial ping pong and Thugby  league season  which fills the last twelve or so pages with the most inane and mindless twaddle .
Got to go now as I am enraged about the closing down of our service Station and now I have to travel 5 klms to get fuel for the car, Bugger.

There is no success without hardship.  The ships I served on were definitely hardships.
Vest.... Back soon.

Friday, 6 December 2013

SYDNEY; CITY OF SIN versus PARIS and STOCKHOLM. plus 'A Brothel Smell.'

  Followers of  St Thompson De Brothel discarded MP. and serial Porn wanker, who are the ardent readers of The Sydney Daily Telegraph 's Pornography pages to wit the  Brothel daily classifieds, may soon find their sordid  wick dipping escapades fiscally out of reach, that is should our grafting miscellaneous Govt bodies throughout Australia follow the laws on prostitution in those of two major European countries.
French Politicians  have set in stone; laws which that will make the clients of prostitutes liable for fines starting at 1,500 Euros  - Equiv to Aus$2250.
The anti - prostitution legislation was approved by the French lower house National Assembly and is expected to receive Senate approval  before the end of this year.
The French decision was inspired by similar legislation in Sweden which penalises the users of prostitutes.
Of course it would be interesting to discover Why? there is a  starting point  in the scale of fines.
Maybe 'Size Does Matter'. "Avez-vous quelque chose de moins cher"?. Answer " Not if you wish to touch the sides'

JOKE....A Sailor going home on leave who had used a powerful deodorant, was  told by his senior officer , "If I went home smelling like you - my wife would think I had been to a Brothel".
The Sailor replied " Don't worry sir, my wife doesn't know what a brothel smells like".

Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.

Vest..... Back soon.

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Catholic Priests at it again.

It seems only a small percentage of sexually depraved Priests from all denominations are bought to book, of the hundreds brought to justice it could be estimated ten or more times that figure could be the never ending count of the God preaching Paedophiles AKA Bum Bandits.
A former Christian Brother Priest has confessed to sexually assaulting his third  schoolboy victim in an offence that dates back almost 40 years.
Stephen, Francis, Farrell, 62, pleaded guilty to indecently assaulting a ten year - old boy while he was teaching at St Alipius school in Ballarat in the 1970's.
It is the third victim Farrell Has admitted assaulting, following a 1997 conviction on nine charges  of indecently assaulting two brothers at St Alipius in 1973 and 1974.
On that occasion Farrel avoided jail, with a two year suspended sentence. Farrel left the Christian Brothers in late 1974, However, the crime was not reported to police until 2012.
How do we the public deal with this criminal activity - desex them and send the to a sex offenders only jail ? how would you deal with their problem, unfortunately hanging by the testicles is not an option.
I mentioned earlier that the number of Local Govt Licenced brothels in the Sydney area  alone  go into several hundred, these Christian Brothers should call at these premises to spread the gospel and get a free  B J or hand shake from the local whores. and cease this molesting of persons in their care.

The best way to find yourself, is to lose yourself in the service of others , and the time is always right to do what is right.
Vest..... Back soon.

Monday, 2 December 2013

A merry Whacking Christmas


Halls Naval Academy AKA WNTS.

I don’t remember how I got to HNA, but I was very pleased to be back

with my brother after a year of separation. Christopher seemed changed.
He was in Class 2B when I arrived on 16 December 1936. I was exactly
ten years and five months of age. Christopher was in Seven Company
and I was in Six Company, each company having about forty-five boys
between the ages of eleven and fifteen-and-a-half. I had two days of
schooling before the Christmas break, when I was told I would be in 1A
not the 1B class.The Headmaster had obviously read the letter from Mr
Pointer, my previous headmaster.

Halls Naval Academy was a charity school with a nautical theme run
on militaristic principles. The estate was located in the Suffolk rural
countryside far from the outside world. It was situated on the edge of a
plateau that sloped east to a valley near the river Eastham where the
school farmed the land.
HNA had a population of a large staff and about three hundred
students between eleven and sixteen years of age. The students were
allowed to take two three-week vacations each year during the summer
and at Christmas. All other holiday periods were spent at the school.
Students without guardians never left the school. Students had no access
to the outside world, arbitrary access, or personal rights. Discipline was
strict. Hunger and fear of punishment were constant. Love and affection
were non-existent. All communication to and from the school was
censored. Those boys who never left the school on vacation became
conditioned to their surroundings (like caged birds) and were probably
happier at the school than those of us who had occasional release from
our incarceration.
On the 20 December 1936, having been told by my brother that he was
going home again to Auntie Parker, I raised the roof and said, “I should
go, too!” I was told, “No money, no ticket, no permission. Sorry, you’ll
have to stay”. Like bloody hell, I thought. Then the bugler sounded the
action stations call and the lucky ones – about half the population of the
school – marched to the East Oakville Station.
Two or three hours later, I was on a train that had stopped at a large station
My friend, Ernie Booker and I had no idea where we were going

and must have looked conspicuous.
The ticket bloke and staff at the station locked us up. Soon after,
we were back at HNA. Living in a dark cloud of rejection,
I was totally at odds with that place. I wondered how much more
I would have to suffer.

22 December 1936

My brother had arrived in Chalgrove. Meanwhile, I was confused and in
a state of apathy. Ernie and I were in serious trouble. Having only been at
this place for six days, I was to get six cuts of the cane. Having no one to
turn to for help, I was wretchedly homesick. It was suggested by a few
teachers that because it was so close to Christmas we should be forgiven,
but our Capt. Superintendent replied, “Peace on earth and goodwill to all men applies only on Christmas day.”
The remaining population of the school gathered to witness our
punishment. A box horse for us to bend over was produced, plus the
biggest rattan cane – even bigger than the one at Charlham School. Ernie
went first. It seemed like a bloody execution – minus the knitting hags,
the French National Anthem, and a basket for our heads. Ernie was brave
but white as a sheet after his six, and had to go to the sickbay. I later
learned he had received a testicular injury.
Ernie going first made little difference, as another instructor, ‘Gunner
Martin’ was to be my tormentor. I felt bloody awful. My thin trousers
barely hid the bleeding welts across my buttocks. After the six strokes, I
shouted in agonising pain, “I hope you die, you rotten cruel sod!” and
got number seven. Gunner Martin died during the war about four years
later. I was unmoved.
Christmas in HNA was over. Our total excitement had consisted of
two church parades, an apple, an orange, and cake. Where was Charlie
Dickens? What a pity he missed out on this place.
This school was was strictly Cof E.. The Capt Superintendent
considered to be the cruelest the school had experienced. Years later
I received an Email from his grandson. which reads.

Thank you so much for replying so quickly. It really is amazing how the internet helps with these things. My mother (Captain Campbells daughter) was sent off with her mum and twin sister to Boars hill during the war. Captain Campbell divorced my grandmother and I know a lot less about him than my grandmother and her family. I'm beginning to think my mother was so quiet about him because he was such a nasty character.
I am getting the family tree together and I will send you more information as I get it. Its funny that you are from Oxfordshire as that is the part of England that meant most to my mother. She is buried in Berwick Salome (which I think is quite close to Chalgrove) along with her mother. End.
(I Vest visited both graves in 2009 (While visiting the U/K). twenty Min's walk from my former home in Chalgrove.)

I am in an Internet cafe now so I can't write for long but I will get back to you again soon.
This email address is the best to use for me. I use my hot mail account only when I have to leave an email address somewhere where it might get picked up by spam robots.
Thanks very much for all the information you have already sent.

Best regards,
Sparing the Rod and spoiling the child was unheard of during my growing years.
VEST ...Back soon.

Vest Has Left the Building

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