"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

Indeed, Jack. I was thinking the same, when I was watching TV news yesterday. Horrible pictures from the other side of the pond.
 
I started a similar thread years ago :)
As for GAW's and gifts here, I think about it this way.
I owe a bunch of coins here, and I will get a bunch of them someday. Just hope life will give me the opportunity to give and collect those coins (or any other exchange value - a beer or whisky for example) in person :)

Fausto
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I like the way you think. Many here I would enjoy meeting and enjoying a pint with. Never felt like I was in such good company on the internet.

Chris
 
Trudging over to Sheffield to see my dentist again today. Not looking forward to the journey, and more specifically the return journey, with the way that the whole transport system grinds to a halt here on Friday afternoons :(
 
Trudging over to Sheffield to see my dentist again today. Not looking forward to the journey, and more specifically the return journey, with the way that the whole transport system grinds to a halt here on Friday afternoons :(

Well bugger that for a bunch of bananas, Jack! Find yourself a quiet pub (hard to do in Sheffield on a friday I know) and have a pint of brown or two to dull the withering effects of novacaine. Then getchorself on the train after the madding crowds have cleared.

Either way, I wish you luck my friend. I hate the dentist.


Maybe I should have mine all taken out, and get a set of SFO 440c teeth done hmmmm...
 
Maybe I should have mine all taken out, and get a set of SFO 440c teeth done hmmmm...

Saber ground? :D
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Back to the language topic, many years ago I used to travel to London often and spent more time speaking English with my British and Scottish friends here, so I was used to such expressions somehow (not that I could understand them all, but most of them at least I could get the general sense). Lately, I have dealt with Americans mainly (and visited the US as well), whic is nice but offers less of those idiomatic expressions (or less funny, at least) :p Miss those things Jack. I should really plan a weekend in England and catch up (yes, the European BF meeting is still a plan...:))

Fausto
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Well bugger that for a bunch of bananas, Jack! Find yourself a quiet pub (hard to do in Sheffield on a friday I know) and have a pint of brown or two to dull the withering effects of novacaine. Then getchorself on the train after the madding crowds have cleared.

Either way, I wish you luck my friend. I hate the dentist.


Maybe I should have mine all taken out, and get a set of SFO 440c teeth done hmmmm...

Thanks Paul, I don't mind the dentist so much, but the travelling is hard work. I got a 3.15pm return train to try and avoid the rush, but Leeds train station was still crazy when I got back. Unfortunately, on Fridays, it doesn't really get any quieter, the flood of returning workers lasts several hours, then you get the hen nights, stag dos, and party-heads in increasing states of drunkenness, coming into Leeds to go clubbing - something which a few of them might benefit from! ;) :D Leeds on a Friday night is pretty horrendous :eek:

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;) :D :thumbup:

Back to the language topic, many years ago I used to travel to London often and spent more time speaking English with my British and Scottish friends here, so I was used to such expressions somehow (not that I could understand them all, but most of them at least I could get the general sense). Lately, I have dealt with Americans mainly (and visited the US as well), whic is nice but offers less of those idiomatic expressions (or less funny, at least) :p Miss those things Jack. I should really plan a weekend in England and catch up (yes, the European BF meeting is still a plan...:))

Maybe we should have a Sheffield meet-up next spring? :) :thumbup:
 
Never heard of those...but am definitely guilty on both accounts.

They both have some possibility of truth behind them. The banana thing most likely comes from when they were shipping banana's across the Caribbean. Since banana's spoiled so quickly they were always transported on the fastest ships (called banana boats). Of course the fast ships are the smallest and lightest which makes them more susceptible to storms so they often disappeared at sea. Or possibly the poisonous snakes and spiders that lived in the banana bunch's crawled out and bit the sailors. Either way banana's garnered a reputation among sailors as bad luck. Many fishing captains in the gulf or Caribbean still won't let banana's on board and they will search your cooler before you come on deck.

The 3 cigarettes is a urban legend from WWI. Supposedly 3 English brothers were able to find each other in the trenches at night after a long day of fighting. The story is that the oldest brother passed out cigarettes and lit a match. A German sniper spotted the lit match as he lit his brothers cig, then the sniper took aim as he was lighting his other brothers cig, and as he moved the match to light his own........BOOM!

For some reason those stories have always stuck with me. I keep the two traditions alive I think more out of respect for the urban myths than any actual superstition.
 
We definitely should :)

Fausto
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I think we only need a dozen of us to get a tour of the Sheffield Cutler's Hall, and then of course there's Kelham Island Industrial Museum, and the Abbeydale Industrial Hamlet, and I dare say we could get a factory tour together, and of course there's all those pubs...;)
 
They both have some possibility of truth behind them. The banana thing most likely comes from when they were shipping banana's across the Caribbean. Since banana's spoiled so quickly they were always transported on the fastest ships (called banana boats). Of course the fast ships are the smallest and lightest which makes them more susceptible to storms so they often disappeared at sea. Or possibly the poisonous snakes and spiders that lived in the banana bunch's crawled out and bit the sailors. Either way banana's garnered a reputation among sailors as bad luck. Many fishing captains in the gulf or Caribbean still won't let banana's on board and they will search your cooler before you come on deck.

The 3 cigarettes is a urban legend from WWI. Supposedly 3 English brothers were able to find each other in the trenches at night after a long day of fighting. The story is that the oldest brother passed out cigarettes and lit a match. A German sniper spotted the lit match as he lit his brothers cig, then the sniper took aim as he was lighting his other brothers cig, and as he moved the match to light his own........BOOM!

For some reason those stories have always stuck with me. I keep the two traditions alive I think more out of respect for the urban myths than any actual superstition.

Cool. I find the reasons behind the superstitions interesting even if I don't believe in them
 
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Haven't been around here for a couple days - Thanks for the rhyming lessons, Jack!
Canada is a lot closer to England than America is, but I am afraid we sound mostly like denizens of the USA.
 
Haven't been around here for a couple days - Thanks for the rhyming lessons, Jack!
Canada is a lot closer to England than America is, but I am afraid we sound mostly like denizens of the USA.

You're welcome Charlie, good to see you back my friend, hope all's well :thumbup:
 
I think we only need a dozen of us to get a tour of the Sheffield Cutler's Hall, and then of course there's Kelham Island Industrial Museum, and the Abbeydale Industrial Hamlet, and I dare say we could get a factory tour together, and of course there's all those pubs...;)

Pubs? :rolleyes: well we can talk about it... :D
I will email a bunch of us Euro members and see if the plan raises any interest ;)

Fausto
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