Tell us something really trivial about your life Volume 40
Discussion
Yay!!! 
This morning's Elbow Test has revealed:
https://youtu.be/McmOg9QcfBU?si=NBRoPNxghSjKjmvs
Gude Moaneve and Happy Sunday indeed to Wernan Awl.
Yesterday at the vaccination clinic, I took advice from the northwest's leading immunologist's secretary's trainee assistant, Heather, who assured me that there was no proven link to heart or circulation problems consequential to administering the influenza jab, as long as the operative didn't accidentally prick their finger.
On that basis, I was sufficiently convinced to sign the disclaimer and submit to both jabs essential to protect me through the dreadful epidemic that is planned for this coming winter, especially for those that have put their clocks forward one hour to pretend it's summer.
I came away with Covid in my right upper arm and 'flu in my left, protected up to me eyeballs but apprehensive about the sigh defects I may or may not have to face in the subsequent aftermath.
I managed to break through the Five Hour Barrier with no drastic collapses, apart from a bit of a Saw Rarm. My dicky ticker was still doing its' best under the circumstances as I lay busily on my recliner watching Sky Arts, the Ruggerby game, and the PBS Channel until bedtime and slightly beyond.
Eventually I made my way up the apples to Bedfordshire and spent the night with a gently throbbing shoulder and the usual frequent trips to Looe.
My best kip was from 07:00hrs until 10:00, which was surprising as I usually need a wee every 2 hours or so.
I thought I'd better let Mrs Robbo know that I had survived the night and proudly announced to her: "I'M ALIVE!", but she didn't seem all that impressed. Indeed her face was not bothered. If anything, all I detected was a small sigh of resignation.
Or it may have been disappointment, it was hard to tell really.
And so here I am, with nothing worse than a slightly stiff right arm, a gently throbbing shoulder and a bit of a ruddy doze with occasional sneezings.
Welcome back Bomma & Futtette
I would give you a warmer welcome if I could muster up a couple of handfuls of centipedes, but they are in scarce supply at the mo.
I've got some on order, so watch this space.
To Pequod, may I wish you good luck for your impending surgical procedure, whatever it may be.
I hope you have chosen wisely from the catalogue:
You don't need anything too large, it would upset your equilibrium* and probably cause a list to port. Or other fortified wine.
Nice work on that door, spikeyhead, but it dies look a bit out of place on the Atom.
I realise you're only trying to prevent the draughts, but have you considered the effect that doors have in restricting the all-important ventilation when you are carrying an apprehensive passenger?
Just sayin'.
Ah well, Up! & Atom indeed.
Please play nicely amongst yourselves and no fighting!
Remember this is NOT N, P&E!
This morning's Elbow Test has revealed:
https://youtu.be/McmOg9QcfBU?si=NBRoPNxghSjKjmvs
Gude Moaneve and Happy Sunday indeed to Wernan Awl.
Yesterday at the vaccination clinic, I took advice from the northwest's leading immunologist's secretary's trainee assistant, Heather, who assured me that there was no proven link to heart or circulation problems consequential to administering the influenza jab, as long as the operative didn't accidentally prick their finger.
On that basis, I was sufficiently convinced to sign the disclaimer and submit to both jabs essential to protect me through the dreadful epidemic that is planned for this coming winter, especially for those that have put their clocks forward one hour to pretend it's summer.
I came away with Covid in my right upper arm and 'flu in my left, protected up to me eyeballs but apprehensive about the sigh defects I may or may not have to face in the subsequent aftermath.
I managed to break through the Five Hour Barrier with no drastic collapses, apart from a bit of a Saw Rarm. My dicky ticker was still doing its' best under the circumstances as I lay busily on my recliner watching Sky Arts, the Ruggerby game, and the PBS Channel until bedtime and slightly beyond.
Eventually I made my way up the apples to Bedfordshire and spent the night with a gently throbbing shoulder and the usual frequent trips to Looe.
My best kip was from 07:00hrs until 10:00, which was surprising as I usually need a wee every 2 hours or so.
I thought I'd better let Mrs Robbo know that I had survived the night and proudly announced to her: "I'M ALIVE!", but she didn't seem all that impressed. Indeed her face was not bothered. If anything, all I detected was a small sigh of resignation.
Or it may have been disappointment, it was hard to tell really.
And so here I am, with nothing worse than a slightly stiff right arm, a gently throbbing shoulder and a bit of a ruddy doze with occasional sneezings.
Welcome back Bomma & Futtette
I would give you a warmer welcome if I could muster up a couple of handfuls of centipedes, but they are in scarce supply at the mo.
I've got some on order, so watch this space.
To Pequod, may I wish you good luck for your impending surgical procedure, whatever it may be.
I hope you have chosen wisely from the catalogue:
You don't need anything too large, it would upset your equilibrium* and probably cause a list to port. Or other fortified wine.
Nice work on that door, spikeyhead, but it dies look a bit out of place on the Atom.
I realise you're only trying to prevent the draughts, but have you considered the effect that doors have in restricting the all-important ventilation when you are carrying an apprehensive passenger?
Just sayin'.
Ah well, Up! & Atom indeed.
Please play nicely amongst yourselves and no fighting!
Remember this is NOT N, P&E!
Edited by glenrobbo on Sunday 24th September 11:54
Bomma R1 said:
I've just had a chat with Grandbomma on the phone:
"Did you have a nice holiday, Pappy?"
"Yes, it was lovely, thanks"
"And what was your favourite part of the holiday?"
"When Futtette wet her shorts in the sea"
"
"
Oh dear. "Did you have a nice holiday, Pappy?"
"Yes, it was lovely, thanks"
"And what was your favourite part of the holiday?"
"When Futtette wet her shorts in the sea"
"
"Bomma, I think you'd better watch out.
I expect you'll be getting another surprise shower very soon.
Or perhaps you're into that sort of thing...???
Technology, I'm not a fan of I'm honest, and the reason for that is when it doesn't work it downright f
king annoying, as per trying to book our holiday next year, Booking.com failed to accept Mrs Bobbers card due to her banking app not working properly, then when we tried to book our cottage for next year it failed yet again, luckily it worked for my banking app.
king annoying, as per trying to book our holiday next year, Booking.com failed to accept Mrs Bobbers card due to her banking app not working properly, then when we tried to book our cottage for next year it failed yet again, luckily it worked for my banking app.Bobberoo said:
Technology, I'm not a fan of I'm honest, and the reason for that is when it doesn't work it downright fking annoying, as per trying to book our holiday next year, Booking.com failed to accept Mrs Bobbers card due to her banking app not working properly, then when we tried to book our cottage for next year it failed yet again, luckily it worked for my banking app.
Couldn't agree more old boy. Futtette tried to pay for something on holiday with her card for our joint account, "Not Authorised" despite several attempts, yet my card for the same account worked straight away. She used the same card to pay for something else later and it worked fine king annoying, as per trying to book our holiday next year, Booking.com failed to accept Mrs Bobbers card due to her banking app not working properly, then when we tried to book our cottage for next year it failed yet again, luckily it worked for my banking app.
Incidentally, I'm not of Irish descent but they did play bloody well.
I did go on a stag weekend in Dublin many moons ago, went into a bar at around ten in the morning:
"Seven pints of Guinness, please"
"Oi'm sorry, sir, we can't serve alcohol before 11"
"Oh bugger"
"Would yous like a pint while you're waitin'?"
I did go on a stag weekend in Dublin many moons ago, went into a bar at around ten in the morning:
"Seven pints of Guinness, please"
"Oi'm sorry, sir, we can't serve alcohol before 11"
"Oh bugger"
"Would yous like a pint while you're waitin'?"
'Joint' account?
Artnoon all!
A day of sorting out the last heavy lifting for your correspondent b4 my operation ante meridiem, and delivering Barnfind to the lads at that there stable to be treated to an excess of grub, and no mistake! Thank you glenners for your best wishes... I shall report on progress should the Lord spare me and the surgeon holding the scalpel is accurate and sober...
IOTN: I enjoyed a bottle or two (2) of that there Erdinger last eve at the 50th Anniversary of a Friendship gathering cos I was driving. An excellent driving beer and I shall peruse the aisle of ale at my next visit to Mr M's emporium of comestibles, to be sure.
IOOTN: Rattus rattus minor has appeared 'neath the bird feeder, and shall be dealt with as and when my recovery from surgery enables the shouldering of my weapon of choice for such invasions.
C'mon Scotland....
Pout
Artnoon all!
A day of sorting out the last heavy lifting for your correspondent b4 my operation ante meridiem, and delivering Barnfind to the lads at that there stable to be treated to an excess of grub, and no mistake! Thank you glenners for your best wishes... I shall report on progress should the Lord spare me and the surgeon holding the scalpel is accurate and sober...
IOTN: I enjoyed a bottle or two (2) of that there Erdinger last eve at the 50th Anniversary of a Friendship gathering cos I was driving. An excellent driving beer and I shall peruse the aisle of ale at my next visit to Mr M's emporium of comestibles, to be sure.
IOOTN: Rattus rattus minor has appeared 'neath the bird feeder, and shall be dealt with as and when my recovery from surgery enables the shouldering of my weapon of choice for such invasions.
C'mon Scotland....
Pout
pequod said:
'Joint' account?
Indeed old boy, it helps us to keep track of what we spend on illicit substances."Shouldering a weapon?"
I've not shouldered mine for a good while now, use them from the waist these days.
Bit like the fella with the Minigun in "Predator", that sort of thing.
Probably why I hit everything bar the bloody target. Never mind.
Bomma R1 said:
pequod said:
'Joint' account?
Indeed old boy, it helps us to keep track of what we spend on illicit substances."Shouldering a weapon?"
I've not shouldered mine for a good while now, use them from the waist these days.
Bit like the fella with the Minigun in "Predator", that sort of thing.
Probably why I hit everything bar the bloody target. Never mind.
I must say, my strike rate is 3/1 using the shouldering method but I might try yer recommendation and bring out the ol' blunderbuss... a proper job when multiple targets appear in your correspondents eye....
Shoodavegorntospecsavas?
pequod said:
Bomma R1 said:
pequod said:
'Joint' account?
Indeed old boy, it helps us to keep track of what we spend on illicit substances."Shouldering a weapon?"
I've not shouldered mine for a good while now, use them from the waist these days.
Bit like the fella with the Minigun in "Predator", that sort of thing.
Probably why I hit everything bar the bloody target. Never mind.
I must say, my strike rate is 3/1 using the shouldering method but I might try yer recommendation and bring out the ol' blunderbuss... a proper job when multiple targets appear in your correspondents eye....
Shoodavegorntospecsavas?
Just have to keep an eye on where the Chief Constable is...
DickyC said:
Splendid stuff Dicky, top hole what. See also The Yardbirds in '68 during their period as a four piece, just before they morphed into The New Yardbirds and then Led Zeppelin...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb5kv4yiGjY
By some weird quirk of fate, I ended up chatting to the drummer Jim McCarty about Mini Coopers last year on facebook!
Bomma R1 said:
pequod said:
Bomma R1 said:
pequod said:
'Joint' account?
Indeed old boy, it helps us to keep track of what we spend on illicit substances."Shouldering a weapon?"
I've not shouldered mine for a good while now, use them from the waist these days.
Bit like the fella with the Minigun in "Predator", that sort of thing.
Probably why I hit everything bar the bloody target. Never mind.
I must say, my strike rate is 3/1 using the shouldering method but I might try yer recommendation and bring out the ol' blunderbuss... a proper job when multiple targets appear in your correspondents eye....
Shoodavegorntospecsavas?
Just have to keep an eye on where the Chief Constable is...
pequod said:
Bomma R1 said:
pequod said:
Bomma R1 said:
pequod said:
'Joint' account?
Indeed old boy, it helps us to keep track of what we spend on illicit substances."Shouldering a weapon?"
I've not shouldered mine for a good while now, use them from the waist these days.
Bit like the fella with the Minigun in "Predator", that sort of thing.
Probably why I hit everything bar the bloody target. Never mind.
I must say, my strike rate is 3/1 using the shouldering method but I might try yer recommendation and bring out the ol' blunderbuss... a proper job when multiple targets appear in your correspondents eye....
Shoodavegorntospecsavas?
Just have to keep an eye on where the Chief Constable is...
Gawd help anyone in the surrounding area, though...
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