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When you have the doors open attah some rubber -[hose, tyre rubber- etc] to the edges of the doors? Spray away.
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When you have the doors open attah some rubber -[hose, tyre rubber- etc] to the edges of the doors? Spray away.
Sis
Rootles out resources!
My Dad was called Jock by his friends, but he never wore a kilt!
Archie's Mum
Always digging up clues
Oh David. I could just hear my Dad reciting “the boy stood on the burning deck”.
In his version his feet were full of blisters and he was wearing his sisters knickers.......I forget how it went but we loved it. Knowing my Dad it had to be a bit rude.
In his version his feet were full of blisters and he was wearing his sisters knickers.......I forget how it went but we loved it.
Knowing my Dad it had to be a bit rude.
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Oops no idea what it means but some-one saidWhen you have the doors open attah some rubber -[hose, tyre rubber- etc] to the edges of the doors? Spray away.
" 'athah (Aramaic) 'athown
The NAS Old Testament Hebrew Lexicon
Strong's Number: 859
Original Word Word Origin
htta a primitive pronoun of the second person
Transliterated Word TDNT Entry.
perhaps I was right after all ? attach it to the entry.
Bonzo Dog
Still the Mad Scientist?
Oh David. I could just hear my Dad reciting “the boy stood on the burning deck”.
In his version his feet were full of blisters and he was wearing his sisters knickers.......I forget how it went but we loved it.
The boy stood on the burning deck
His feet were covered in blisters
He had no knickers of his own
So he was wearing his sister's
The boy stood on the burning deck
Waiting for the rescue lugger
The captain said "Stay with me lad"
"Get lost you barmy old thing"
Sis
Rootles out resources!
Bonzo Dog
Still the Mad Scientist?
The original was written in 1826 by Felicia Hemans as a tribute to a cabin boy Cassabianca. He was aboard the French ship L'Orient when it was destroyed by British ships on 28 July 1798 during the Battle of the Nile.
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck,
Shone round him o’er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on – he would not go,
Without his father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud – ‘Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?’
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
‘If I may yet be gone!’
– And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath
And in his waving hair;
And look’d from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
‘My father! must I stay?’
While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound –
The boy – oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck,
Shone round him o’er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on – he would not go,
Without his father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud – ‘Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?’
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
‘If I may yet be gone!’
– And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath
And in his waving hair;
And look’d from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
‘My father! must I stay?’
While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound –
The boy – oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.
Archie's Mum
Always digging up clues
That’s just sounds like my Mum.My dad used to clear his throat and start, "The boy stood on the burning deck" and then my mother would scold, "Jim!" from another room.
Archie's Mum
Always digging up clues
There is a version with crackers of which I will not recite here...i know that but the 2nd line is something to do with picking his nose!!
Archie's Mum
Always digging up clues
Now tell me Derek....what does a Scotsman wear under his kilt? 
Findem
The Fearless One. Rest in Peace.
Some do, some don't, wear something under the kilt.
Myself always underpants, just as well because once an elderly lady lifted up the rear of my kilt as I walked by, the hussy
. It was my first time of wearing a kilt, my wife June and I were part of a Scottish Country Dance team and we were walking through a shopping centre on our way to join the rest of the team to put on a demo.By the way the standard reply to anyone asking "what's worn under the kilt" is "nothing, everything is in good working order."
We once saw an interesting sight in Margate, Kent near the pier. A party of us, my wife, me, our kids, my wife's mother and father, June's sister and husband plus kids and the sister's mother in law Ivy, went for a day trip to Margate. On a park bench near the pier there sprawled a Scotsman asleep legs splayed asunder everything exposed to the weather and general public's view. After we had passed by the Scotsman Ivy asked what we were all chuckling about, Ivy turned round and went back for a look, evidently she missed the sight when we passed by the fellow, hilarious. Hope at least he was wearing sunscreen.
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Figgs
Well-Known Member
I hope the sight of the Scotsman didn't hasten her passing!!
. Funny story Derek...enjoyed your posts on the subject. I would ask why they go "au naturel", but liable to give Chimpie a heart attack, lol.
Findem
The Fearless One. Rest in Peace.
Beats me! I would have thought Scotland is the last place anyone would want to go "au naturel", although I believe in olden times they would drop the lot as they went into battle to intimidate enemies, if I was the enemy with that display coming at me I'd be legging it back to England pronto!
Think I'll cease on the subject, wouldn't want to give anyone a heart attack.
