Love this (unread) comment by RICK:
‘The health benefit is that after a sweaty training session I feel CLEAN.
If that’s a drain on the resources that are insufficient because of a growing population of inbred rabid savage invaders using it to wash cars then start sending the bastards BACK instead of trying to tell me that I shouldn’t be using what I’m charged for.’
I have been admiring the insults thrown about on the site (mostly aimed at Two Tier, Never Here, Free Gear, Farmer Harmer, probably Queer STARMER for some time and I have devised a scale to categorise them:
The Grinometer
- Chuckle
- Snort
- Chortle
- Cackle
- Guffaw
I saw a really great insult the other day but missed making a note of the author, it scored highly in the guffaw category but I cannot find it now. Sorry about that. Keep ‘em coming
DJT’s assault on the Deep State reminds me of a saying current some years ago:
When you are up to your arse in alligators it is difficult to remember you were sent in to drain the swamp.
I wish him the best of luck.
Lots of talk about computers. When I became Administration Manager for a small software house in 1985 I found an invoice for an IBM pc – £5,000 with about 1 gigabite of memory iirc. At that time 7 and 10 inch floppies were all the vogue (Ooh Missus!).
This is how I see a nation emerging – not the eclectic soup ‘They’ wish to impose upon us.
In the Beginning
Benisons and orisons
and hymns that fill the sky,
what need have we of such as this
I ask the question why?Somewhere back there, the edge of time
when life force first began,
a time to change, a time to grow
a time to be a man.There was a sense, a need to be
among our kith and kind,
the chants before our spoken tongue
first brought these things to mind.
Gathered all together then
in space both dark and dim,
the living closeness of the tribe
gave warmth to me, to him.And so it is when in the Church
we stand and sing and be
a part of all the ritual
for you, for them, for me.
Now that we have a voice to raise
to shout, to sing, to praise
we find that we revert again
to those forgotten days.
Confessions Corner
Now then you scamps, deplorables and ne’er do wells I challenge you to declare something in your past that seemed funny or dramatic or just stupid at the time which you look back on now and think – ‘Did I really do that?
I will start the ball rolling.
About two months into recruit training a bunch of us started rolling back to barracks having sampled the delights of the pubs of Aldershot.
Someone, (possibly me) suggested we infiltrate the Womens’ Royal Army Corps (WRAC) billets (purpose not specified).
Someone (possibly me) thought of a better prank. We had a training corporal whom we did not much like who owned a Del Trotter three wheeler. We turned the car over and left it lying on it’s roof!
Next morning I was up before the CO and given two weeks in the guardroom gaol – though I was let out daily to continue training. Still don’t know to this day why I was the only one nicked!
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