Grizz

Mmmmmmmmmmm….one of several old sayings goes something like…..don’t poke the big bear! That would include nicking his din dins (to use the terminology of a northern cousin)…..otherwise the woods may not be the only place that bears sh*t in….once he has removed the head and exposed the neck. 🤣

Er…..don’t spose a big sorry would cut it cuz? With an added promise not to post photos of breakiefast porn on ERers.

Morning All ERers. Happy bank holiday, if you are in the UK and happen to have the day off. A late breakiefast looms this morning, mostly because I had a few last night and I’m still looking for that lost hour from yesterday ….. Quite odd really that when we are back home in DK we can’t easily get bacon, as we would know it in the UK. The local butcher can produce that cut of back bacon that we are so used to, but in DK it is used for a joint of meat called flæskestej. This is amazingly delicious…..it has a thick layer of fat that crisps up to make mouthwatering juicy crackling……………..Mmmmmmmmmmmm……crackling. With thick meat juice gravy and potatoes and red cabbage and green beans. Meanwhile….back to breakiefast or Morgenmad……...bacon, æg og te….and there is just me in the house. bacon….steam / heat blurred the picture. røræg…. og Te….or a cuppa splosh. ….well half a cup. ….Mrs Grizz and a cub have just arrived in the kitchen. Just in time for the mushrooms, tomatoes, black pud and hash browns to come out of the oven and join the main event. Suspect that if I continue to post extremist, provocative, antisocial photos and text like this….im gonna end up on a list….or ten. 😬

Clockwork transmitters….ahhh that’s got be a wind up!?! …….. Sorry….”I’ll get my coat”…🤪

Sorry @polybear….I had forgotten that you are on a cotlate free diet, that was being very insensitive of me.

With everything crappy going on in the world exposing how vulnerable digital tech is, and with things like analog phones being disconnected in the uk, it makes me think that I should invest in a clockwork radio. Just in case.

Just walked into the ground floor kitchen and found this….this….nope can’t think of a word. Don’t know who did it, but someone done bit it’s ears off. Also not totally sure who to even report this to? Mutilated cotlate bunny protection society? Suspect that it might be one of the cubs.

Thanks for your kind Beary Diagnosis cousin. However sadly listening to the Wombles brings me out in hives and causes flash backs to my internment at South Park infant skool (as a littlun I genuinely went to South Park infant skool). With the associated smell of overcooked cabbage, wiffy Williams, the pee soak carpet in the singing corner, and occasional flees off of the Harris twins. Blackcurrant….. in my life time I have consumed vast lakes of blackcurrant juice……in Snake Bite and Black. It was my go to drink of choice for years. Back in the old days of licensing laws shutting normal drinking down at 23:00 (not lock ins) if we finish shift tight to last orders we would order three pints each of Snake Bite and Black made from bottled Calsberg Special Brew and either K’s Cider or Sheppton Mallet’s finest Diamond White Cider…. A real anaesthetic… And as for Lemonade….. unsurprisingly it has only ever contained alcohol. We make it in a copper tank…if that is any indication. At least ‘Lemonade’ is what great great FarFar Grizz called it. Not a drop drunk until at least two days old and eyesight back within a week…guaranteed. 🤣

New boots for the getaway car cost me a sound fitted Deltic, at the current Deltic exchange rate. Still it is nice to have certain things in life…like tyres that grip the road and look a lot less like racing slicks.

What a carp night that was. Did not sleep well. When I did, I was ‘Gangsta Dreaming’….massively bad reoccurring nightmares, like someone kept pressing a pause button until I drop off again…then boom…unpause and straight back into it again……not good. Also I may have been ‘Sleep Doodling’ again. This is a variation of my occasional serial, ‘Sleep Drinking’ (consumption of large or heroic quantities of alcohol, with little if any recollection of doing so….i have been a life long sufferer) and the only real evidence of sleep drinking is a massive dent in the accounts….and ‘Sleep Eating’……much the same as the drinking affliction but their are usually tell tale crumbs and left over packaging. Sometime one leads to the other. Causal link. But sleep doodling is different, although it almost always tends to be triggered by ‘conscious drinking’, whilst listening to Death / Dark / Thrash metal and having some paper and pens…..and then gradually having less and less recollection of any of it. Until finally, usually years later, finding some of the doodle evidence tucked away in a book, a drawer that I don’t often go into, down the back of a wardrobe and in one strange occurrence, in the back of my boot cupboard. Don’t think that a trick cyclist need use any of the doodles in the ink blot tests. Example of ‘Sleep Doodle’ found yesterday, in a book, in a box, in a cupboard, in the dungeons, where I haven’t been for around 20 years. And I have no recollection of when I did it. But according to Mrs Grizz I did… it was definitely me.

Hey there’s a thought……wonder what an LDC HCB would be like…..with a MOT of course. Gonna need a lexicon of abbreviations at this rate…..otherwise we might end up being….SOL right there!

In getting new boots for me moter. Then it’s back to the Castle, ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ stylie, for one of Mrs Grizz’s homemade hot cross buns (HCBs). Fresh out of the oven and then cut in two and Toasted, with fresh locally produced butter. She has been known to take a commission on a non standard hot cross bun before. Now I am a traditionalist when it comes to HCBs, however I once made a throw away comment about a custard HBC and as if by magic one appeared, with a mug of tea. It was quite superb and had the just the right amount of Custardy Goodness….well for me anyway. Mmmmmmmmmmm Custardy Goodness.

Morning All. It has been a busy time recently. Track inspections, tunnel inspections, together with machine / crane controller and conductor duties have had me covering some mileage. Unfortunately it looks like I have managed to pop the anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) in my right knee, climbing on and off ‘rail mounted plant and tampers’. Fudging hell it hurts. Especially after having done it I had to carry out a two mile track inspection yesterday. Luckily I’m off shift today but I’m back in on a ballasting turn tomorrow, with more bleedin well climbing on and off. Despite my left knee being knee capped by a rail 15 years ago in a trip and fall incident at work, I’ve luckily never really suffered with knee pain, which is unusual for a carrer railwayman on Pway. With this new injury I actually felt it go pop as the bottom of my leg and knee bent in and sideways. Due to my lung disease I can’t take a lot of ibuprofen and due to my safety critical job I can’t take strong pain killers whilst on shift, so my options are limited. Does anyone have any advice or has anyone had this type of injury before. It does look like I’m going to get time to visit a doctor and it’s too late and probs not serious enough for A&E. Some kind of knee brace? Have a great day all. ATB Grizz I can at least rest it on Friday - Tuesday as I’m on rest shifts.

Any street UK… Unintended consequences….. Two of the UK’s worst infrastructure maintainers, Road Menders and Water Companies have got together to provide leisure facilities.

Doc, is it only Anglo-Saxon genes that have fat-saving characteristics? Or could Viking genes be predisposed to ‘a touch of the tubby’ as well? ……asking for a friend.

…….how did you know? …er yeah alright…. it’s a fair cop! It was actually Buckfast Abbey….. via the small window in the cellar….the tonic wine cellar. I didn’t stay vry long…but I had a litttle slug or fifty of ‘Buckie’…whlits I wzz thre. Ye canaye beet a buckie. I’ve done a bottle a tow a thatbfor. Wahey the buckie boys. ……zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I may have entered the Abbey via a window but I was assisted out of the Abbey through the front door. I am a Grizz Bear with a sore head.

My absolute favourite Pot Noodle…but I always chuck a load of Tabasco sauce on in…..to pep it up a bit.

New Plant = New Pot….that is like deep dude. Is that a new kind of Pot? And can we please define exactly what kind of ‘Pot’ and ‘Plant’ we are talking about here, as I am easily confused, especially at this time of night and with this level of headache. Because as someone wise once said….”one man’s ’Pot Plant’ may not necessarily be another’s POT PLANT’….or ‘New Plant’. Or ‘New Pot’….sort of fing.” Like just saying….man…….sorry what was I saying…… has anyone got any pizza coz like I really starvin…🤪

I would like offer my opening bid for the “Who’s got the poshest shed p’ss’ng up the wall competition” with this…… My shed / workshop has a shower and a bed. As well as a microwave and a bijou fridge freezer (both in matching black).

Yeah I saw that….it reminded me of another couple of old sayings, which I thought were particularly appropriate in this case. ”You can’t beat a bit of bad luck”…🤣🤣🤣… Ooooooo and “Couldn’t happen to a more deserving bloke”.

Bear I’ve thought about your handle for that unspeakable piece of cr@p…and whilst I do like Poo Tin……may I offer an alternative, using you Poo Tin as a basis.? How about Sh*t Can? 🤔

I must confess Doc, I am only allowed these as very exceptional treats, very exceptionally. 😭

Anyone like these? I have discovered that they are lovely when eaten frozen.

Ooooooo I’m watching the 1935 film, The Last Journey. For those who don’t know the film, and are interested in the strips of metal that leave Paddington and their associated machinery and equipment that head West from London…then this is the film for you It is live ATM on Talking Pictures TV Channel.

That was my point my dear Beary cousin. You have standards. Black Pudding, especially the locally produced one that Mrs Grizz manages to source, is wonderful. and it is an essential part of the Grizz family full on, full cooked breakiefast. Although I do draw the line at anything that resembles a tinned tomato, as that is an abomination before the gods. whereas a locally produced, as in our neighbours, home grown beef tomato, grilled, with a dash of sea salt and fresh chopped horbs…..now that is delicious. But is all down to personal taste. i miss the full on cooked breakfasts north of the border. Square soss….now that’s the stuff, with fired haggis slices….all in lard. Mmmmmmm I can feel my arteries hardening as I type.