Rain and more Rain.

      It's tiddling down and.has been for past two days, the Topsy turvy weather patterns continue making out door scheduling unpredictable. Seven weeks back a sunny 32 Cel and that is winter, indoors at the moment it Say's 17Cel;  but  outside I'm not sure more than likely cooler with a s/w wind a-blowing fiercely, I shall not bother to check it out.

      Cockies (farmers) are still griping about water allocations from the river systems in inland NSW although the drought of three years has been official declared over with joyful aplomb from those benefiting, but sadly some of these people are going from famine to floods with more rain yet to come, several weirs across each river would stall the maximum of the river water entering coastal deltas, "too costly" say some and not needed at the present time say others, life is a gamble on the land and a way of life for some,

      Back from lunch. good news the sun has appeared  and  the rain has stopped. The birds are back on the shed roof, we must be the only source of bird freebies in the area.

      Sunday we received  two more messages  from Prodigal son, him with the charisma of a wet cat , despite my leanings and his teachings, his utterances on the sabbath are to be deplored. " Son You can't have more" , my money machine is deceased. and your tough demeanor is unwarranted, as long as your present attitude to your parents and siblings remain your pleas will fall on deaf ears. The saga will no doubt continue.

     I expect a back lash from the previous paragraph

     The rain has stopped and a fair breeze blowing and I must remove my backside from this seat and get some walking time in.
      Christopher's health is improving and would improve more if he moved more and smoked less, it doesn't make sense to me why intelligent people knowingly allow themselves to self destruct.
Thank you those friends and relatives who have found time to communicate recently your bonding is appreciated. that's all for now, back later. Have a great weekend, love you all  Vest Daily Gaggle.

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

Words on Wednesday

The following are the words for Wednesday

FIREFLIES.
CHECKERED.
WHISTLING.
SOLEMN.
THERMOS.
SLIVER.

My Story begins.
                             It was 5AM and Flying Stations again, the fleet would go to Action Stations within the next hour. Already a tedious situation experienced a score or more times with even more expected as I watched the aircraft take off from the A/C Carriers (WHISTLING) down the flight deck as I drank coffee from A (THERMOS) flask.
     The Seafires, Hellcats, and Corsairs were usually first in the air, followed by the heavier (FIREFLIES), and Avengers, the last two having had a (CHECKERED) career  while taking off from the flight deck and ending up in the briny and lost.
     It would be two hours or more before the sons of Nippon would follow our planes back to the fleet dressed in (SOLEMN) attire, their last living moments before they and  chunks plus (SLIVERS) of metal and  Miscellaneous  parts of the crashing aircraft and its occupant would scatter onto the decks of the ships of the fleet.. Vest not forget.
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DEROGATORY DOCS

      The NSW Australia Medical board has cautioned  doctors for making flippant and derogatory comments on various social networking sites.
Doctors have been disclosing sensitive medical information and even ridiculing their patients on Face book. One doctor who came to the notice of the Medical Board has been warned that, taking the mickey out of patients and discussing their details is not secure and can cause serious consequences for the perpetrators
The usual rules about confidentiality apply. After a disgruntled patient read nasty comments made by one doctor on Face book the board issued a general warning. 'Watch it doc'.

.....Having a firm grip on living.
It is often seen as a sign of confidence but a firm handshake may also mean you will have a long life, although that is where it stops unless some eccleslastical dispensation has given you your ticket to harp land.
Men and women with a strong grip tend to outlive those whose handshakes brush not crush.
It is a fact that, the meek and weak hardly get a peek and it is the strong who will inhabit the earth.

.....In the name of the father. and freedom of choice.
Some people say an Atheist is a person without religion; but the dictionary defines an atheist who denies the existence of a God.
Nevertheless, religion too is a form of atheism. It indoctrinates people into replacing the supreme intelligence that is beyond our comprehension with a paradoxical humanised version - a male with human emotions, a sort of Big Daddy with an astronomical ego that requires followers from all branches of the faith industry to continually pray praise and grovel before him, begging for protection and favours that usually fall on deaf ears.
At the same time, this big daddy god, if he exists must need some time to him self;  like sleep, when your wishes are ignored or deliberately turns his prayer cell-mobile phone off or when an impossible prayer is sent to him to deal with.
At the same time, this same God - Big daddy bloke is regarded as so fragile that man is expected to defend and protect him by slaughtering anyone who shows even light hearted disrespect towards him, his saints , prophets or disciples.
Was there ever a time when religion brought peace, tolerance and goodwill into our world?

......Brief sad life.
For some stories, words are simply insufficient. The tragic death of baby Lucy, orphaned one week ago when her adoring parents were killed in a horrific car accident, is beyond description, her passing a few days after was a moment of utter sadness. For little ones like Lucy, even the most flint hearted non - believer must be wishing that there is an afterlife.
 Eventually at the end of my time, my lot  will be a Christian Burial to appease the family. a sort of each-way bet I suppose. However, I am not yet ready to go, Back soon. Vest DailyGaggle.com

Quietly going about it..

Quietly going about their business but such a pity some smoke too.

Doing it quietly is not always the case arriving at that pinnacle of bliss, but there are somethings you just cannot change and one of them is that human beings like making babies, so it is nice to know the majority of us are quietly going about the business of keeping the human race going, and it seems those who are leading the charge are women in western Sydney the city's true heartland.
Now this is good for the economy and-more importantly-good for brothers and sisters. It's not scandalous or outrageous but behind closed doors across Sydney little miracles are being made every day.
Unfortunately some women are making headlines for the wrong reasons, I suppose you might say this a spin off from a former post of mine "Kiss a non smoker and taste the difference"(Archives March 23-05). Most intelligent people who smoke are probably aware that smoking for the first thirty years of your adult life will reduce your life expectancy by up to ten years and also reduce hanky panky within the boudoir considerably too. those who have stopped puffing will tell you I must have been nuts not to have packed it in long ago. However, it is sad when the habits of mothers who smoke will in turn give their unborn child a legacy of lung and breathing problems to deal with for the rest of their lives. I am reliably informed that around twenty per cent of pregnant women continue to smoke during pregnancy against strong advice from health authorities. I say it should be mandatory by law for women to stop smoking during pregnancy and measures taken to forcibly isolate them from tobacco products in order to guarantee the optimum health of the new baby.

Twenty three years ago just prior to Christmas I was suffering from a severe bout of colley wobbles-an undefined medical problem which was giving me a few bad moments with ongoing pain. In the washup the Doc informed me I would be dead within three months if I did not cease smoking. From that moment on for me fags were a thing of the past, I had too much to live for, my health improved and gave me more powers within the boudoir.
However, I still believe that the Doctor was a lying sod, but I had little time to Question his wisdom.

Vest.... Back soon.

Words on Wednes day

   Words on Wednesday

WHIMSEY.
SHADOWS.
FLUTTERING.
UNTIED.
ICE CUBES.
SUNBEAM.

       It was at the final occasion of our Association Annual General Meeting and Barbeque. We were all old shipmates who had kept in touch over the years - Vets from WW2 and other conflicts, all in our Eighties, but that was more than ten years ago,. The (SHADOWS) of time had already decimated our once forty odd strong membership ; but now we were only just able to make a quorum .
plus three.
     It had been a hot day and while the (ICE CUBES) clinking  in our glasses (UNTIED) our tongues which  gave way to airing a (WHIMSEY) or two from the past while (FLUTTERING) Butterflies  chased each other from the (SHADOWS) to (SUNBEAM) around the flowers wilting in the heat and  flies a-plenty arrived for a feed on the leftovers on the unattended Barbeque.
     Yes this is the land down under - Australia, hot and sticky; the land which became our future - remembered as British Navy Sailors who fought In the Pacific WW2 and returned to live out our lives in the land of OZ.
George 93, Jim  93, Pat 90, and Les 90. All ex boy sailors at sea when 16. yrs of age. Yes you get it , Just Children.

Vest ..Back soon.

My words for Wednesday

While I am waiting for the recovery of WORDS  from a blog far afield, I shall post those of my choice - chosen at random , simply for my own amusement being I am at a loose end today, Fifteen words from a hat six drawn by my wife of 63 years; Rosemary who has dementia..
 REJECTIONS.
WRONG.
TEDIOUS.
BETTER.
FACT.
DIDN"T.

Wow these are hard to digest, fortunately my wife has gone to her Club? today for a few hours, so my mind will be able to concentrate, so after a few stumbles here we go.

     The first time I sent a book out and I got all these (REJECTIONS) I said to myself, Well, they (DIDN'T) even read it. The (FACT). of the matter is that you did something wrong, You need to find out what it is. Either the way you packaged it and presented it to the publisher was wrong, or you chose the (WRONG) publisher.. Your writing was (TEDIOUS). your writing was unprofessional and your manuscript was sloppy You (DIDN"T know the market. You know you did something wrong with that book. You need to go back and you need to throw that book away. you need to find out what it is that you need to learn how to do (BETTER).
Many of life's failures are people who did not realise how close they were to success when they gave up.
Vest THE DAILY GAGGLE, Back soon.

Religeous Hatred the great divider

This was sent to me by an Italian!!!
Interesting info! Must read Give the Title... can u?!!!!!!

You know the Latin Catholic will not enter to Syrian catholic church, these two will not enter to the Marthoma church, these three will not enter to penthacost church, these four will not enter to Salvation army church, these five will not enter to 7th day Adventist church, these six will not enter to orthodox church, these seven will not enter to Jacobite church, ?..like this there are 146 castes in Kerala alone for Christianity, each will never share their churches for Christians ! Wonderful One Christ, One Bible, One Jehova?.What a unity !

Among Muslims, Shia and Sunni kill each other in all the Muslim countries. The religious riot in Muslim countries is always between these two. The Shia will not go to Sunni mosque, these two will not go to Ahamadiya mosque, these three will not go to Sufi mosque, these four will not go to Mujahiddin mosque?.like this it appears there are 13 castes in among Muslims, Killing / bombing/conquering/ massacring/? each other ! The American attack to the Muslim land of Iraq is fully supported by all the Muslim countries surrounding Iraq ! One Allah, One Quran, One Nebi?.!

Great unity !

For Hindus 1280 books, 10,000 commentaries, more than one lakh sub commentaries for these foundation books, 330 million gods, variety of aacharas, thousands of Rishies, hundreds of languages,?still everyone goes to the SAME TEMPLE? whether unity is for Hindus or in others and never Quarreled each other for the last ten thousand years in the name of Religion.

I shall be busy today so I posted this earlier info from a friend, as I find it is always easier to draw on the storeroom of memory than to find something original to say, particularly when one  hurts one's thumb in the kitchen and swears  using the wotsit word and get's told off by her indoors to whom I reply, " We must swear while we may for in heaven it will not be allowed".

Vest... back soon.

Politicin Aint what it seems to be. AUSTRALIAN GENERAL ELECTIONS .

SYDNEY Town in the land of OZ was in a pre election frenzy. The two main Antagonists were a newcomer to fed politics (labor) bloke, Saint Kevin Rudd wearing red. and the (conservative -Liberal) Dead beat Bush suckhole and chicken Hawk Prime Miniature, J, Winnie, Howard in blue.

Now both of these sharpies were no more trustworthy than a rabid robbers dog.

Rolling into town from way back beyond the black stump; was Wally Dodds( A frequent caller to this blog) Wally the Aborigine medicine man with his horse and cart was challenged by both political mobs with regard to the medical validity of his claim, that, his Blue and Red medicines cured certain types of illness at differing times of the year. Wally being an aborigine and generally ignored by polllies was pissed off with both of the assholes shouting him down. Stated he was only carrying Red and Blue medicine.

The Red medicine was made from the bark at the top of the LACITILOP tree at the height of summer. The Blue Medicine was made from the bark at the bottom of the LACITILOP tree during the depths of winter. Both medicines laced with a syrupy juice keeps your stool loose and you fancy free, like the policies you pollies propose to inflict on the general public, during your pathetic efforts to cure the financial woes of this country.

The truth is, MR RED 's medicine; if you allow him, will skin you from the earholes down, and MR BLUE I am certain, will continue to skin you from the toe nails upward.
posted by Vest.

The blonde Mortician.

A man who'd just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.
The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.
The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'
The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly...
She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied.. You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?'
To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.
'There's no charge,' she says.
'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.
'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.'

'So I just switched the heads.'

A man who'd just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.
The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.
The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'
The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly...
She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied.. You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?'
To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.
'There's no charge,' she says.
'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.
'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.'

'So I just switched the heads.'
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WORDS ON WEDNESDAY (1)

Today's Words are as follows.

SEA GREEN.
FROTH.
SHARP.
THOUSANDS.
RAIN.
ABDUCTED>

                                   This is my story

      The former master of the seized ship sat forlornly on the stern thwart holding the tiller of the 32  foot Cutter possibly wondering what went wrong. The ships crew or most of them had been abused or flogged at the slightest whim of the their officers and their attendant security namely six marines. the wife of the Master being one of the main reasons for the mutiny; who demanded the flogging of all persons who would dare look upon or drool over her gaze-worthy form.
     The plot was quite simple. The second mate Mr Vest and  now Master designate, suggested a  birthday party  be held and on the lower deck and invite the six marines whom they easily filled with rum and were soon snoring.. The mutiny commenced when the marines were (ABDUCTED) one after the other at the point of the (SHARP) end of a bayonet on the end of a musket Stolen from the marines while asleep.. One by one the marines and officers were rudely awakened from their slumbers to be taken to the upper deck and ordered to climb down into the ships cutter.in the pouring (RAIN). Soon after a baricoe of water and provisions were sent down to the boat which was now swinging a fair bit in the wind and waiting to be lowered on the crest of a wave in a boiling (SEA GREEN)  ocean.
Finally the order to " Let Go' was given and the disengaging gear dropped the boat and the boat cleared the side of the ship and was seen later wallowing up and down with a lady still in her night attire screeching with (FROTH Covering her sea sick face.
      Fortunately the persons in the cutter would soon reach land fall for what it was worth, being there were (THOUSANDS) of islands in the near vicinity - mostly populated by people yet to become subordinate to a foreign power and with a taste for 'Long Pig' , Maybe a Great white variety would soon be on their menu
        "Ready about" came the order from the new Master -  Captain Vest who pointed the ship to Rio and freedom. rather than Sydney and incarceration..

2nd Words on Wednesday.

2nd Words on Wednesday.

CONVALESCENCE.
RANCOR.
EMPATHY.
EXPERTISE.
DANGLE.
TISSUES..

Below is my Composition.

I know a business executive, a modest man recently out of CONVALESCENCE after a serious accident, no tears  for this brave man so save your TISSUES, his EMPATHY towards the Guilty party in the accident shows the type of person who is rarely defeated. No problem, no set-back ever gets him down. He simply attacks without RANCOR each difficulty with an optimistic attitude and a sure confidence that it will work out all right -.together with an EXPERTISE where he does not need to DANGLE a juicy carrot to persuade a client. He seems to have a magic touch on life-a touch that never fails.

Vest ... Back soon.

Back to Australia
208 – Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies
Our next port of call, Port Adelaide, was not at all awe-inspiring; we stayed only a few hours. The ship then called into Melbourne and unloaded a large number of Greek and Maltese immigrants. We travelled to the city on a dilapidated dockside tram that had been delightfully adorned with many rude four-letter words and other startling pornographic pictorial statements. We then trudged the streets. It was different from what I remembered. After finding the fairground at Luna Park closed for the winter, we went back to the ship for Steven’s fourth birthday party. Sydney, 4 August 1971. We were here at last! Although it was cold and windy, I did my level best to inform the family that this was the worst scenario and things would get better. Memories from twenty-five years ago came flooding back, but I put them aside and focused on the future. We left the ship and cleared customs. Our hold baggage was sent on later to the hostel where we would be staying. After the luxury of the ship, the hostel was a letdown. As time went on, I let the family know that this was a temporary situation. Getting out of the hostel became a priority.

IT"S MID WINTER HERE IN AUSTRALIA. BRR. AND THE SNIFFLE SEASON MARTYR IS SOLDIERING ON

     Although it is relatively warm when compared to winter in some parts of the Northern Hemisphere, Like Alaska, Siberia and Minnesota in the USA, we still find that it is the rapid rise and fall in temperature which creates the misery of the winter head colds, influenza and the constant sniffles and watery eyes. The average temp here on the Cent/Coast 5 cel- 21 cel midday, colder when we have winds from the South.
     We all know them, every workplace has at least one, some have more-the office martyr.
The person although as sick as a dog, insists on coming to work and making life hell for everyone who has the misfortune to be there with them that day.
These people sniff, wheeze, cough and splutter their way through the day, moaning about how ill they are but how much a good example they are for coming in to work.
They leave a trail of infectious germs on every thing they touch, which in turn their colleagues are exposed to, you will find them on the Bus or on the train Spreading infection to other travellers.
To all those who think they are "soldiering on", stop being a hero and a asshole, no one appreciates your self assumed martyrdom.
You are not a better employee for turning up for work, you are not fully productive when you feel that bad. Nothing at work is so important that it can't wait a day or two and if it is someone else will surely take charge of it.
You will cost your employer more by taking down other workmates and fellow travellers
with the coughs and colds you spread around.
Stay at home rug up and rest in bed with your favourite person or a good book, Its the best and only way to enjoy your predicament, remember catching the flu is a privilege

Vest ... Back soon.

Wednesdays Words on a Friday

Words for this Friday are as follows.

COVERT.
BOLT.
TEMPTING.
WANDER.
SWEET.
FAMILIAR.
My composition follows, ' Memories when a child of nine during the thirties in merry England '..

     When I was a child I would WANDER  around the FAMILIAR local countryside and into the woods or COVERT as was the local term . These woods would play host to many forms of flora and fauna which had survived the ravages of urbanisation and development. I came well prepared with my box of sandwiches and my towel and outer clothing hoisted above my head as I waded into the chilly water hoping there were no hungry fish seeking a juicy meal of a large worm. On dry land I dressed and went foraging for hazel nuts which normally would be in abundance at that time of the year, however  my arrival created much ado and scurrying from the colony of Red Squirrels who would BOLT to take cover up the trees faster than the eye could follow them.
      Having found one tree which unfortunately had  been harvested  I knew my search for those SWEET TEMPTING nuts was  going to be a futile exercise and I assumed that if one tree  was laid bare the others would be too and the fruit of the Squirrels labour stored away out of sight for the Squirrels winter hibernation and. It was nice to know those pesky Grey American squirrels had not found and destroyed this colony of local Reds, this was due to their habitat being completely surrounded by water .leaving them totally isolated.
Chalgrove Oxford ENG !935.

HAVE FUN GETTING RID OF YOUR UNWANTED JUNK MAIL

SEND IT BACK OR TO SOMEONE ELSE

Junk Mail Help: When you get 'ads' enclosed with your phone or utility bill, return these 'ads' with your payment. Let the sending companies throw their own junk mail away.

When you get those 'pre-approved' letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to 2nd mortgages and similar type junk, do not throw away the return envelope. Most of these come with postage- paid envelopes, right? It costs them more than the regular postage 'If ' and when they receive them back.
It costs them nothing if you throw them away, but the postage charges increase according to weight, so in that case, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it into these cool postage return envelopes.
ANOTHER GREAT IDEA is: Send an ad for your local plumber or chimney cleaner to American Express and a Pizza coupon with the assortment of supermarket gunge to Citybank. if you become over loaded with junk mail, stuff it in an old large used envelope and stick their return paid envelope to it.
If you wish to remain anonymous, make sure your name is not on anything you return.
The banks and credit card companies are currently getting back a lot of their junk by mail, but folks, we need to OVERWHELM them. Lets let them know what its like to get lots of junk mail, and best of all they will be paying for it...Twice!.
Let's help keep the postal services busy since they are saying that e-mail is cutting into their business profits, and that is why they need to increase postage costs again.
If enough people follow these tips it will work.

 I wish I could send back some of the hostile mail I received from wowsers  on the cricket post..
 Anyhow, have a nice day.
 Vest... Back soon.

HAVE FUN GETTING RID OF YOUR UNWANTED JUNK MAIL

HAVE FUN GETTING RID OF YOUR UNWANTED JUNK MAIL

SEND IT BACK OR TO SOMEONE ELSE

Junk Mail Help: When you get 'ads' enclosed with your phone or utility bill, return these 'ads' with your payment. Let the sending companies throw their own junk mail away.

When you get those 'pre-approved' letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to 2nd mortgages and similar type junk, do not throw away the return envelope. Most of these come with postage- paid envelopes, right? It costs them more than the regular postage 'If ' and when they receive them back.
It costs them nothing if you throw them away, but the postage charges increase according to weight, so in that case, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it into these cool postage return envelopes.
ANOTHER GREAT IDEA is: Send an ad for your local plumber or chimney cleaner to American Express and a Pizza coupon with the assortment of supermarket gunge to Citybank. if you become over loaded with junk mail, stuff it in an old large used envelope and stick their return paid envelope to it.
If you wish to remain anonymous, make sure your name is not on anything you return.
The banks and credit card companies are currently getting back a lot of their junk by mail, but folks, we need to OVERWHELM them. Lets let them know what its like to get lots of junk mail, and best of all they will be paying for it...Twice!.
Let's help keep the postal services busy since they are saying that e-mail is cutting into their business profits, and that is why they need to increase postage costs again.
If enough people follow these tips it will work.