HeeleyBridge

According to Ofsted, 'fundamental British values' are: democracy the rule of law individual liberty mutual respect for and tolerance of those with different faiths and beliefs and for those without faith. It's ok teaching the above, but and it's a big but, whats the point of teaching something that basically does not exist in this country? All of the above are frequently ingored when ever it is convenient for those in charge to do so. So I call humbug, again.

I'm a nice person, I leave the dangerous stuff like that to you Tony.

Thanks Pete for the Joe Bonamassa interview, hadn't seen that one, very interesting indeed. A nice chap and always worth a listen whether it's him or his guitar talking. I didn't think anybody else stuck their amp in the bathroom though, I put my Princeton in ours to record some stuff a few years ago. I got told off by the management of course, but that was probably because of the clingfilm (over the lifty up bit)s on the toilet, that I'd used to stop an annoying rattle on the open A and had forgotten to remove when I'd finished. Dave, patience is a virtue, you must have it by the container full. I'd be walking softly and carrying a BIG stick by now. Vile weather yesterday seems to have given way to horrid today. Don't know about Duckworth Lewis yesterday, here it was more Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Best to those ill, injured, recovering or missing.

*Speechless*

The Rotherham sea fret has rolled over us this morning, visibility almost down to hand in front of face. Torential rain was endured yesterday afternoon, with flood warnings for the Sheaf, Porter Brook and tributaries. Haven't heard about any flooding though. More of the same forecast for today. Sister in law is away in foreign climes (and insists on ringing every night to tell Mrs HB how wonderful the weather is, how warm the sea is, and how lucky she is to be there, while Mrs HB is not ), so Mrs HB is doing a daily run to feed the (bearded) dragons. I of course made some under the breath remark about the remarkable unavailabilty of virgin steaks these days, was heard and have been suitably chastised (It took two goes as I ducked the first time ). I shall no doubt endeavour to create mischief and mirth all day today, just because I can, my granddaughter will be arriving soon and I'm sure she'll help me. Thoughts to Dave and Is, especially knowing what it's like to have the family there to 'help and support' in times of stress. I was going to say more, but I just seem to have run out of words. Have a good day all.

TTIMWG!! This Thread Is Meaningless Without Grass

Visit to Mum's turned out differently to how I expected. "We just have to pick something up on the way to the bus", says 'Er indoors. So as I slowly wander to the bus stop, she detours and returns with ... a 4ft tall triffid. "It's Mum's birthday present" says she, "We (uh-oh) can plant in in front of the bay window where she will be able to see it from her chair". The thing looks like a giant mouldy candyfloss to me. Bus driver gives me one of those knowing looks as I pay our fares. So.. Mum loves her new plant. 'We' are sent outside to plant it. Directions are indicated from indoors by waving arms and pointing from both of them, not necessarily in the same direction at the same time, of course. In the course of lining up said plant and holding back another, middle finger of my right hand makes a somewhat painful glancing blow on a cunningly concealed concrete planter. Several #@sking swear words ensued, plant was duly dumped in the hole lovingly planted and watered in. (Finger now swolen like a cooking Kernow sausage, I seem to have chipped the bone.) Home again, the a steady wobble down the road to #1 son's to drop something off for him. I heard the *'plod lawnmower' hovering somewhere overhead. Next thing a speeding convoy of police cars, dog vans and ambulances go flying past in the direction I was heading. Thinking maybe there were free cakes or beer, I hastened (ha-ha) after them. As I got further on I was informed by the various local 'intelligencia' that in attempting to arrest some lads a local bobby had been stabbed, shot, run down by a speeding car or abducted by aliens. (You get better class of c*ckwomble around here, some almost make it to the level of @sshat). Later news said that during several linked drugs raids, 12 were arrested and a constable's foot was run over by a car (the report didn't say that they bad guys ran over it though, just 'a car)'. Here's wish the chap a speedy recovery though. *so called, because the thing flies over so low over here that it could cut the bl**dy grass as well as polishing the slates and clearing the leaves out of the gutters.. Thoughts to all ailing. Edit: Some of the above was typed by a drunken invisible cat, blindfold in a darkened cellar ...

Morning all. GranddadBob, the scrapes that we get ourselves into are so similar, I think we should look for a third musketeer. Hope you don't finish up LBW for 46... And so, this morning I'm off to Mum's with cards and presents from us and #1 son and family. I am to be accompanied on this mission by the head of finance / health & safety / thought control. Therefore any thoughts of diversions to Rails or RichTone Music are sadly out of the question, though I have no doubt that a visit to the very interesting shops on the small trading estate close by will not be out of bounds. If I raise objections, I could be joining GDB in the pavillion for an early lunch. Thoughts to all who ail.

Empathy old pal, empathy. All for one, every man for himself as they say hereabouts.

Having trammed (is that a eral word) to Pistol Creeks and back (yet again) this morning, I am now abouts to indulge in some (Granddad)Bob the builder like activities. The 'fing wot turns the slidy bit in the 'andle on the living room door int turnin it' apparently. I have screwdriver, brace & bit, chisels and sticking plasters to hand. Phone has been programmed to phone an ambulance on the second occurence of the phrase "Well isn't that just $W%$$% IU*(**^ %%^^ *&&&$ful!". The main thing on my trip this morning was a nice card for Mum's 84th tomorrow. Mission accomplished (according to my minder who knows about these thins). Thoughts to the sick, injured, recovering and missing in action. (Granddad)Bob the builder can we do it? (Granddad)Bob the builder, can we ****!

New keyboard please, with less tea ...

Appy burfday Richard.

Morning all. Another stinker in store here today judging by the temperature already reached outside. Yesterday's bus ride looked like it was going to turn into a Roundhouse style failway journey. After walking for what seemed several miles to the relocated terminus, I was hot, tired and hurting. Hooray! The bus turns up on time. Boo! Cockwomble driver (not one of the regulars on the route) parks before the stop, gets off and clears off into the supermarket to get himself breakfast. Hooray! He's back and now he'll bring the bus to the stop, let us get on and sit while he eats his food. Boo! He gets on and sits there for ten minutes. Hooray! He's finished, now he'll move the bus as it's due out in a minute. Boo! Nope, he gets off, walks around the back of the bus. Comes back round, gets back on the bus. Starts talking on his mobile. Now he's getting off the bus which is already five minutes late. He walks over. "Morning, are you waiting for this bus?". Deep breath. "Oil leak. Depot sending an engineer. You'll have to wait for the next bus." Great, at least we can have a sit down. Nope. Kevin Cockwomble goes and gets back on his bus, closes the doors and settles down to look at the pictures in The Sun. Us mere pasengers are left to stand in the sun. Hooray! He's put down his paper and is speaking on the phone. Now he's getting off again and coming over, we're now 15 minutes late. "They're sending another bus. It will be about half an hour, then I'll probably have to run light to make up time", and off he goes to sit back down on his own private bus. Deep breath. Hooray! Here's the replacement bus. "morning all" says Brian (one of the regular drivers), "What are you all doing standing out here? Sun bathing?". Group of fed up passengers stare at young Mr Cockwomble lazing on his bus. "Oh, him. I'll have a word" and off he goes. Air inside bus sees to be sucked out and bus shakes a bit. Mr Cockwomble seems to shrink into his seat. So Brian goes off to the depot with the leaky bus. Kevin Cockwomble climbs aboard his new steed and shouts "Come on everybody get on were late". No sh*t Sherlock. Then to everybody's amazement he says "Sorry folks, have this one on me" and refuses to collect any fares. (unusually nobody in the queue had a pass). I will thank Brian next time he's on the bus, I don't know what he said, but it was very effective. *Some names have been changed to protect the incapapable innocent. No bus drivers or Wombles were injured during the making of this comedy program. No goldfish were actually liquidised. Thoughts to all those ailing. Have a good one and people; lets be careful out there.

I used to like following the green meanies around the lanes of Lincolnshire, fastest trips were made behind them. Kawasakis? nope Tuffnells parcel wagons.

Whenever I got to the car causing the hold up, Dad waved to me as I passed. He spent all week charging about in a white van. When he drove the car he liked to relax.

Many thanks for that Ian and Sherry. I now have Side Saddle going round and round in my head. About a thousand years ago me and my mate "Heavy Metal Nick" learned to play that as a duet on guitars for a friend's birthday gig. Something strange about watching a scary Dimebag Darrel lookalike, with his low slung flying V and a Marshall half stack turning out 50s pop music. I wish I had a photo of that. Nice to know that I'm not alone with cables, hoses and the dreaded 'rotary airers'. A quiet day (hopefully) today after the organised chaos of yesterday. Thoughts to all who are not at their best.

Thanks again to the Andys and Peter, a glass was raised here too. Sounds like a very fitting send off for Jock. I can now see again and Specsavers can afford a shiny new sound loco... I should have offered them £35. Granddaughter arriving for the day soon, first words through the door will probably be 'can I have my railway out', so I am going to have to move my guitars and associated amps and cables. Did I ever mention I hate cables? I hate the b****y things with a vengeance after so many years of bands and PA hire. They can tangle themselves around each other and everything else even when neatly coiled and tied in their storage boxes, out in the wild they are a nightmare. *Deep breath* Best wishes to all who ail.

They be mole traps youth ...

Gentlemen (and ladies) Mr Jack Kerr.

Jeff, you really need to get a hobby ...

Tony's quiz started off easy for me, as I'd seen that city before somewhere (hate that imported stainless steel wall outside the station though) The bridge had to be guessed at though and never having any luck I finished with an annoying 95%. Weather looking more like December than June here today, a trip out is therefore absolutely necessary. Friends in Germany all accounted for, some surprise was expressed that I was even concerned for them. They did however say that they would buy me a beer in my favourite Irish pub last night ... Thought to all those at less than their best. Edited for spoellink

Pass me a spoon, I have to remove my eyes now