Yep, most of my destructive vices are down to the ole bugger
Yer right blame him haha
Yer right blame him haha
Many thanks! All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well. .....as they say.
Yer well you would, feckin maniacs!!We used to get rows of hilti gun caps & whack em with bricks
Wots worse is what used to happen after the war, in France etc. Kids would find ammunition and throw it on fires etc. Lots of nasty accidents, obvs.
Only last holiday one of our older neighbours was talking about this and saying how she and her mates, as kids, once found an artillery shell in a stream. they took it out mucked about with it a bit then started hitting the ends of it with their clogs, (farming peeps in Normandy!) Mad!
One day in school I found a .22 cartridge, live, in the shavings on the floor of the woodwork shed. As we had an ATC squadron in the school I reckoned a kid must have nicked it. So, being just for once, a good-goody, I took it to my housemaster who was also one of the instructors. For once the kids near me in the shed dobbed in the lad who had had it. He fessed up but said that he thought because it had "E" on the bottom of it, it wasn't live, so the instructor put it in a rifle and shot a nice hole in a block of wood with it. The kid went white. He nearly got slung off the squadron. The Head thanked me personally, he sh!t himself imagining a kid putting it in a vice and banging the cap with a hammer and a nail punch!
I have made a checker plate box for my 12v diesel heater & put the feed pipe through a vent in living room, used exhaust heat wrap for the inlet works a treat, just a tester to see how effective it is.
I had it up at 35 degrees now its down to 20, I will take it down to 15 soon.
I had it up at 35 degrees now its down to 20, I will take it down to 15 soon.
Yer well you would, feckin maniacs!!
Wots worse is what used to happen after the war, in France etc. Kids would find ammunition and throw it on fires etc. Lots of nasty accidents, obvs.
Only last holiday one of our older neighbours was talking about this and saying how she and her mates, as kids, once found an artillery shell in a stream. they took it out mucked about with it a bit then started hitting the ends of it with their clogs, (farming peeps in Normandy!) Mad!
One day in school I found a .22 cartridge, live, in the shavings on the floor of the woodwork shed. As we had an ATC squadron in the school I reckoned a kid must have nicked it. So, being just for once, a good-goody, I took it to my housemaster who was also one of the instructors. For once the kids near me in the shed dobbed in the lad who had had it. He fessed up but said that he thought because it had "E" on the bottom of it, it wasn't live, so the instructor put it in a rifle and shot a nice hole in a block of wood with it. The kid went white. He nearly got slung off the squadron. The Head thanked me personally, he sh!t himself imagining a kid putting it in a vice and banging the cap with a hammer and a nail punch!
Ah Stan the grass
haha
My father told me about his older brother "Sonny" (who died as a flight Sergeant in a heavy bomber squadron tail-end-charlie in '44) having a bullet and putting it in a vise in the shed and hitting the cap-end with a nail & and hammer.Yer well you would, feckin maniacs!!
Wots worse is what used to happen after the war, in France etc. Kids would find ammunition and throw it on fires etc. Lots of nasty accidents, obvs.
Only last holiday one of our older neighbours was talking about this and saying how she and her mates, as kids, once found an artillery shell in a stream. they took it out mucked about with it a bit then started hitting the ends of it with their clogs, (farming peeps in Normandy!) Mad!
One day in school I found a .22 cartridge, live, in the shavings on the floor of the woodwork shed. As we had an ATC squadron in the school I reckoned a kid must have nicked it. So, being just for once, a good-goody, I took it to my housemaster who was also one of the instructors. For once the kids near me in the shed dobbed in the lad who had had it. He fessed up but said that he thought because it had "E" on the bottom of it, it wasn't live, so the instructor put it in a rifle and shot a nice hole in a block of wood with it. The kid went white. He nearly got slung off the squadron. The Head thanked me personally, he sh!t himself imagining a kid putting it in a vice and banging the cap with a hammer and a nail punch!
They were deaf for the whole day.
Not mine you pl***er! I was asking DD if her mum and Da got her one!!!Your mum & dad got you a nurses outfit haha
My mates wee lad likes playing with girls stuff & wore a dress & tarria (spelling ??)
I think its his mrs cause she wanted a girl. Wonder what he will turn into.
I had as many cowboy outfits as I wanted, we (my bruv and I) also had Indian ones and even, weirdly a bus conductor's outfit! Not even the feckin driver, FFS! (The ticket machine worked quite well. During the 2 minutes I tried it until I threw it away in disgust!) but no girls clothes, although my bruv expressed an interest in a dolls house so he got one, (He could wrap my ma round his little finger.) She was very avant garde in her attitude to LGBGTi etc. Bruv turned out completely heathrow sexual but his son is gay. So my only living relative who could continue the family name, ain't ever going to!!!
I blame the bloody doll's house!!
And finkin about it, bruv started on the busses in Lunnen as a clippy before becoming a driver.
Weird or what?
I never had a teacher's outfit!!! (What the feck would that look like? A jacket with leather patches on the elbows, baggy cord trews and a stick of chalk!?)
So that's where they went wrong!!!
Only you could feckin get away with that, I'd a got shot!!I done the same & put it on my bedroom door wft haha right through & into the new artex wall down the
hall
Got away with it too
Feck you, I've been forcing myself off the nightly whisky, but now you have given me an excuse!Good stuff I just gottid myself rum, cheers
Aw come on, you'd never have it any ovver way. If you got someone else to do it you'd be standing over him going "You don't wanna do thaaaaaaat!!"Yer tis hard doing it myself tho.
You want it done propah!!
(And cheaper you tight ole git!!)
Feck you, I've been forcing myself off the nightly whisky, but now you have given me an excuse!
Bottoms up then
Aw come on, you'd never have it any ovver way. If you got someone else to do it you'd be standing over him going "You don't wanna do thaaaaaaat!!"
You want it done propah!!
(And cheaper you tight ole git!!)
Nail on head haha
No, again, I just said I found it, they, the teachies, made enquiries and the others dobbed him in. Turned out to be a mate and orl.Ah Stan the grass
Only you could feckin get away with that, I'd a got shot!!
My bothers face was a picture he went chalk white. Ah tis cool wee man watch this haha
No, again, I just said I found it, they, the teachies, made enquiries and the others dobbed him in. Turned out to be a mate and orl.
Yer we know
Find a bullet, in a woodwork shed, what the feck else should you do? I think my mate would have done that if he didn't think it was pointless!My father told me about his older brother "Sonny" (who died as a flight Sergeant in a heavy bomber squadron tail-end-charlie in '44) having a bullet and putting it in a vise in the shed and hitting the cap-end with a nail & and hammer.
They were deaf for the whole day.
WhiskyLassie
Well-Known Member
It's loud right enough.My father told me about his older brother "Sonny" (who died as a flight Sergeant in a heavy bomber squadron tail-end-charlie in '44) having a bullet and putting it in a vise in the shed and hitting the cap-end with a nail & and hammer.
They were deaf for the whole day.
Tis cheaper than coal, 2 bags of coal is 70 quid. 70 quid of doosil in a heater goes a long way.
Plus if we have power cuts ive got a back up plan.
WhiskyLassie
Well-Known Member
Didn't do the range deceleration truthfully then.Yer well you would, feckin maniacs!!
Wots worse is what used to happen after the war, in France etc. Kids would find ammunition and throw it on fires etc. Lots of nasty accidents, obvs.
Only last holiday one of our older neighbours was talking about this and saying how she and her mates, as kids, once found an artillery shell in a stream. they took it out mucked about with it a bit then started hitting the ends of it with their clogs, (farming peeps in Normandy!) Mad!
One day in school I found a .22 cartridge, live, in the shavings on the floor of the woodwork shed. As we had an ATC squadron in the school I reckoned a kid must have nicked it. So, being just for once, a good-goody, I took it to my housemaster who was also one of the instructors. For once the kids near me in the shed dobbed in the lad who had had it. He fessed up but said that he thought because it had "E" on the bottom of it, it wasn't live, so the instructor put it in a rifle and shot a nice hole in a block of wood with it. The kid went white. He nearly got slung off the squadron. The Head thanked me personally, he sh!t himself imagining a kid putting it in a vice and banging the cap with a hammer and a nail punch!
"I declare I have no live rounds, empty casings, blank rounds, pyrotechnics or parts there of. Sir"
