Sunday Scribblings - 'Fuzzy' - 5/5/2013

'Fuzzy'

Reproductions of famous antique pocket watches (part collection)

My family thinks I have gone fuzzy in the head.
For the past year I have been collecting fully
working reproductions of famous
pocket watches.
I have had them checked professionally by
our local jeweller/watchmaker, who
was impressed by the quality of both
the casings, and the movements.
The above photograph is slightly fuzzy
because I used available light, and my
camera (a little Kodak digital) was
hand held.
All of the watches keep very good time,
and two of them are as consistently accurate
as a battery operated quartz pulser.
I started collecting these watches when I was
seventy-nine years old, and the family
question is:  "What are you going to do with them?"
The answer to that is - look at them;
enjoy them as little works of art; use them.
The watch I have in my pocket at this moment is
a beautiful copy of a 'hunter' watch as used
in the Russian Imperial court back in the late 1700s.
It gains one minute every two days, which is
accurate enough for me.
Next week I will change to one of the other
watches in my collection, and look out for
the postman, who may deliver the
next in the series.
If I were to seek out the real originals, I would
require hundreds of thousands of Euros; these
delightful reproductions cost 23 euros and 90 sents each!
Fuzzy head?
I don't think so!
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Sunday Scribblings - Resistant - 28/4/2013

It's about time we had another

Potty Poem:

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'Getting the boot'

I had an assistant

who was always resistant

to being told

just what to do

I was sorry I hired him

So I upped and I fired him

I just couldn't resist,

well, could you?

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'The Apology - Not!' - Sunday Scribblings - 13/4/2013

The Apology?

I think not!

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Borrowed from You Tube, and bobbylove692010

Well done, mate!

     She was a friend of the evil Pinochet.

     She supported, and armed, the Khmer Rouge.

     She sold Britain's assets to millionaire foreigners.

     She destroyed British industry, and created massive unemployment.

     She emaciated the unions, when all she needed to do was bring some fiery

     individuals under control.

     She wrecked British society, turning the nation into a mob of greedy self-

     seekers.

     She turned Britain into a country full of job-seekers, when there were no

     jobs to be had, and encouraged those still lucky enough to be in work to call

     those on the dole 'lazy, unwashed, scrounging, drunken druggies.'

     Her one real success was in sending Argentina packing out of the Falklands;

     but that was more to bolster her self-imposed image of being a 'hard woman'

     than any real feelings of nationalism.

     The street parties celebrating her passing can be well understood by most

     people, and even if some of the party-goers were too young to have known 

     her as prime minister, many of them will have come from families adversely

     affected by her policies.   

     She will not be missed by any reasonably intelligent, ordinary, working man 

     or woman.  The chances are, they are still not working because of her.

     NOW CLICK INTO 'SHAMBULAR SEQUENCES' AND LOOK UP 'THE BATTLE OF THE BEANFIELD - STONEHENGE 1985'  FOR ANOTHER VIEW OF DAMNED THATCHERISM.

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Three Word Wednesday - 10/4/2013

April 10th. 2013

I was outside smoking a cigarette,

basking in the surprising warmth

of an early morning sun.

The fact that there was still two feet

of snow lying around gave me no grief -

spring has almost sprung, and the

birds and squirrels are turning up

ever more frequently to feed on the

nuts and seeds I put out for them.

My wife, who had been up before me,

called out that there had been an

early mist in the wood.

I raised my eyes and looked up
at the tree tops, and there, against
a brilliant azure sky was a lacy vision
of frosted twigs and branches that was
stunningly beautiful.
I collected my camera and took a
few pictures:

Whenever I paint skies as blue as this,

some people say:  "Childishly

unrealistic!"

They should come and take a look up,

here in Finland.

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Sunday Scribblings - 8/4/2013

'Sharp'

The time is 5 pm in Finland

and I've just heard today's

BIG NEWS!

Now I'll be 'sharp off the mark':

Margaret Thatcher is dead!

Sad news for some (the few)

A day of joy for others (the many)

I wonder if the guy in England,

who was saving a special bottle

of wine for this occasion,

has uncorked it yet.

If so - Cheers!

Now we wait for similar news about

Tony Blair

a.k.a. Tony B Liar

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Seasoned, for Sunday Scribblings - 1/4/2013

Seasoned

     .............now there's all sorts of seasonings there's the salt pepper vinegar rosemary thyme paprika basil and so on and such like kind most of which are used in food although my old granny used to wrap up her aches and pains in brown paper soaked in vinegar and when people laughed at her she said that anything that was famous enough to get itself into a nursery rhyme was good enough for her so if ever she got a parcel sent to her or bought something wrapped up from an ironmongers shop she would save the brown paper in case she got any squinges as she called them now my old granddad was very fond of seasoning his fried bacon with marmalade he'd spread it quite thickly and always seemed to enjoy what he was eating but I never could see how it went with fried eggs I mean can you imagine golden shred mixed up with egg yolk it doesn't bear thinking about my mum used to sprinkle sugar on her fried bread and I never could understand that either the fried bread was crunchy enough on its own without having sugar bits all over it I don't think it did her any good in the long run anyway because she developed sugar diabetes an uncle of mine who was a real countryman claimed he knew all about herbs and spices and thought of himself as a good cook a real countryman he was from a village in Hampshire and he used to do all the cooking in his cottage because his wife was no good at it she couldn't even boil water without burning it so he used to do all the cooking self taught he was because he didn't get any cooking classes in the village school he had gone to he was a very good student he could read all the recipes in mrs beaton's cook book by the time he got married although not to understand them of course one of my sisters when she was about eighteen was told she had to help with the cooking at the police annual dinner one year the dinner was held in a local pub and there was going to be nearly two hundred policemen and guests there so the dining room was set out in a big old shed in the garden the cooks had to roast sixty chickens in a big brick oven and the landlady of the pub who was the hostess for the evenings do told my sister to prepare the chickens for the oven a bit later on the chickens went into the oven with their legs nicely tied together all neat like when the chickens were nearly roasted the landlady asked my sister where she had put all the innards and my sister said what innards of course it was too late to do anything about it now so the landlady took a chance and carved up the chickens with the innards still inside and served them up to the policemen and their guests after they had all eaten their dinners the chief constable came to find the landlady and complimented her on a fine meal he said the chickens were seasoned beautifully and tasted wonderful so you see there can be all kinds of seasonings............................

Three Word Wednesday/The Serialists - 28/3/2013

    This post contains the final part of my serial 'The Visitors'.  I could keep the story running on nicely for another 25 episodes, but it seems to me that in order to write any sort of political/social satire, or whimsy, or even criticism, one must possess a certain optimism regarding the times and circumstances about which one is writing.  Sadly, as Shakespeare had Richard 111 say, shortly before the Battle of Bosworth Field:  "I have not that alacrity of spirit, nor cheer of mind I was wont to have".  
     Living in Europe at this time is rather like living in the run-up to a major conflict, without the comforting presence of a Winston Churchill to warn, advise, check, and ultimately do something about the problem.
There is not one true statesman who is capable of saying, in effect: "Now just hold on a bit."   All we have, throughout Europe, are a bunch of lame politicians of incredible ineptness, leading governments that are incapable of cooperating among themselves, let alone with other governments.  Merkel of Germany would, no doubt, call herself statesmanlike (or should that be the lugubrious stateswomanlike?), but her terse and dictatorial manner and decisions show that it is her, and Germany's aim to totally control the European Union - turning it into a United States of Europe, with Germany as the leading nation.  This has been the intention all along, and it has now become very clear.  Germany lost two wars, and are now in process of winning the peace, as was forecast as long ago as 1946.  
     The globalisation of  commerce, banking, and financial institutions means that the silly Euro money must be defended at all costs, to prevent its problems spreading throughout the rest of the world and causing a banking melt-down.  The final straw, for me, came with the directive from Merkel, and the European Central Bank, to Cyprus:

     Steal your population's private money, or get no hand-out.

     This is just robbery - plain and simple - and would result in many years in prison for an ordinary citizen found guilty of doing it.  Now, it seems, this 'grab-tax' of anything up to 80% of savings and deposits  is likely to be used, anywhere, as the means to re-finance bankrupt banks and countries in the E.U.  A dangerous precedent has been set with the Cyprus affair, and shows clearly the contempt held by our 'leaders' for the ordinary 'man-in-the-street'.  The world has become a very dangerous place to live in, and having four children; eight grandchildren, and one great-grandchild, I fear for their futures.   No!  I do not have that lightness of heart that would allow me to waste my time on the meaningless rubbish that comprises the first 25 episodes of:

The Visitors

Conclusion

Grey Tit watched proceedings on planet 21121219 (Balls), and

was disappointed to see that without strong coercion, nothing

would change for the better.   The ruling 'club' of 'one-percenters'

were not prepared to make any voluntary alterations to their

programme of world control.  

With Its principle of encouraging free-will still strictly adhered to,

Grey Tit was disinclined to positively interfere with the way the

ruling classes kept the masses in order.  This was done, as always,

by way of physical and mental oppression; murder or political 

assassinations; corruption on all levels of society, and wars.

The Great Universal Intelligence could, of course, do anything

it liked, and in this case, in exasperation, thought: 'Balls to it!'

All the Its were recalled to the 28th. Dimension, where, in 

consultation with Grey Tit, they began to plan an

expedition to planet 21121220.

Earth was written off, and left to it's own devices.

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