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

Hang on a sec.
Ya lost to Italy?
No offence but did the team make it to the game?

We get a similar deal from our elderly neighbours here- money for the boys birthdays and Xmas -astounding but really nice too.We also look after them a bit during the year.
We have one 90 yo Czech lady as a neighbour who can't see 4 ft in front of her face but she cooks a delicious 3 course dinner for us just to say thanks for the little things we do along the way-a bit of shopping,cleaning the roof of leaves and twigs(bushfire zone) ,retuning the tv, the occasional cup of tea etc etc. Her husband fought with the "Rats Of Tobruk" in WW2.

and the thing is -if you were to refuse the offer it would be rude.
 
meako said:
Hang on a sec.
Ya lost to Italy?
No offence but did the team make it to the game?
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Hmm debatable.

We have three main concerns;

1. Discipline. Constant ill discipline and basic errors that either cause penalties or serious screw-ups (eg. an awful pass that gets scooped up by opposition and results in a try).

2. Experience. The backs don't have enough, and the front row have too much (as in they're past it).

3. Lack of players. Scotland has just two club teams in the pro 12 where Ireland and Wales both have four, and England has 12 in the premiership. France has 14!

But... Italy also only have two in the pro 12 both at the bottom of the table. How did we loose? As I said above, Italy wanted it more.

Ce la vie.
 
I made some soup yesterday – vine tomato & red pepper with lentils – and decided to set some aside to put in the freezer. I ladled it, in appropriate quantities, into what were once universally known as Tupperware containers, and left it on the kitchen table to cool. As I was intending to go over to see ADEE in Huddersfield today, and knew I was going to be in a hurry this morning, last night I sorted out my bag, and laid out the stuff I intended to put in my pockets on the kitchen table. I didn’t think I was going to have time to post here this morning, so posted this in the EDC thread before going to bed. The soup was still warm, so I left it out when I retired.

Jack Black said:
Early start tomorrow to go and visit ADEE and his local market. Got a bag full of knives packed, and slipping these two in my pockets :thumbup:



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Sleeping badly, I woke around 3.00am, and decided to put the soup in the freezer. I went back to bed, couldn’t sleep, read for a bit, tried sleeping again, but didn’t fall asleep until around 6.00am. I slept heavily and woke up with my alarm at 7.00am, feeling groggy.

I ate breakfast, checked my PMs, and left the house. On the way to the train station, I realised I’d forgotten my two knives, and wondered how on earth that could have happened. I didn’t have time to go back home, but I did have about seven knives in my bag, so it was easy enough to pocket one of those.

After a day spent looking round ADEE’s local fleamarket, having lunch, drinking a couple of pints, and talking knives, knives, knives, I returned home. I picked up some nice-looking new potatoes and some green beans on the way, which I thought I’d have with some sausages I had in the freezer.

Soon after I got in, I started to cook. I opened up the freezer to take out the sausages, and sitting on top of one of the soup-filled containers, which I’d put into the freezer at 3.00am this morning, were my two knives! They’re currently de-frosting! :rolleyes:
 
That kind of goes hand in hand with putting shampoo on your toothbrush and toothpaste in you hair, Jack :D
 
Jack Black said:
I made some soup yesterday – vine tomato & red pepper with lentils – and decided to set some aside to put in the freezer. I ladled it, in appropriate quantities, into what were once universally known as Tupperware containers, and left it on the kitchen table to cool. As I was intending to go over to see ADEE in Huddersfield today, and knew I was going to be in a hurry this morning, last night I sorted out my bag, and laid out the stuff I intended to put in my pockets on the kitchen table. I didn’t think I was going to have time to post here this morning, so posted this in the EDC thread before going to bed. The soup was still warm, so I left it out when I retired.



Sleeping badly, I woke around 3.00am, and decided to put the soup in the freezer. I went back to bed, couldn’t sleep, read for a bit, tried sleeping again, but didn’t fall asleep until around 6.00am. I slept heavily and woke up with my alarm at 7.00am, feeling groggy.

I ate breakfast, checked my PMs, and left the house. On the way to the train station, I realised I’d forgotten my two knives, and wondered how on earth that could have happened. I didn’t have time to go back home, but I did have about seven knives in my bag, so it was easy enough to pocket one of those.

After a day spent looking round ADEE’s local fleamarket, having lunch, drinking a couple of pints, and talking knives, knives, knives, I returned home. I picked up some nice-looking new potatoes and some green beans on the way, which I thought I’d have with some sausages I had in the freezer.

Soon after I got in, I started to cook. I opened up the freezer to take out the sausages, and sitting on top of one of the soup-filled containers, which I’d put into the freezer at 3.00am this morning, were my two knives! They’re currently de-frosting! :rolleyes:
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Welcome to my world, Jack!!

The senior absent minded thing is starting to really get on my nerves. Forgetting where I put things. The other night, Karen and I came home and we were carrying in grocery bags. Bags on countertop, put things away, make dinner. After dinner a drink and some TV. Next day I was looking all over for the car keys. In drawers, pants pockets, jacket pockets, between sofa cushions. Turing house upside down.

Karen goes out to check the mail, and there in the door lock, hanging right on the front door, were the keys. I'd unlocked the door, carried in groceries, and forgot the keys were in the door. I really don't know if I'm loosing it, or modern life is so complicated that stuff gets shoved off the metal conveyer belt. If it keeps up, I'm going to start drinking heavily. :eek:

It may not improve my memory, but I won't give a ----!:D
 
How about weeing on your bed then snuggling down to sleep in the bath.Thats what ...errr this mate of mine did once errrrm or so I've heard.
I gave up drinking heavily when guzzling was introduced.
Paul I think pinched excuse#1 off the wallabies.Although it hurts me to say it NZ club rugby is structured like a pyramid with the allblacks at the apex.This way if they all got killed in a plane crash or something they could field a second or third team of much the same quality.the rotten cheats
 
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Well Meako, it's not as if your club rugby scene is a Morris dance troupe with a bunch of bananas! Club rugby in your neck of the woods is pretty much top notch... you didn't exactly make the '13 lions tour easy for us!
 
It might be my imagination but have you noticed how huge young blokes are nowdays. In our local comp there is a team called Avondale who are sponsored by a pub. They pay players to come from out of the region . guess what ? they are mostly Maoris and Pacific Islanders-all massive AND they can run. I went to watch the 1st grade final last year and these guys looked like they would have taken it to the allblacks.
It's not like the olden days-our fat bloke can eat more pies and drink more beer than their fat bloke:D.

one thing about rugby-it's always debatable.
 
meako said:
It might be my imagination but have you noticed how huge young blokes are nowdays. In our local comp there is a team called Avondale who are sponsored by a pub. They pay players to come from out of the region . guess what ? they are mostly Maoris and Pacific Islanders-all massive AND they can run. I went to watch the 1st grade final last year and these guys looked like they would have taken it to the allblacks.
It's not like the olden days-our fat bloke can eat more pies and drink more beer than their fat bloke:D.

one thing about rugby-it's always debatable.
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That is certainly true! :D
 
Italy winning that game was quite a surprise indeed...for us as much as for Scots :D
To be honest, I always thought that the Six Nations was way out of our league. In fact, I'm still surprised that they still allow us in it :o
Yet, I tend to be very supportive towards "minor" (less popular) sports here.
Too much soccer around here, in a country that has great tradition in other sports that get little to no attention.

Fausto
:cool:
 
Jack Black said:
Soon after I got in, I started to cook. I opened up the freezer to take out the sausages, and sitting on top of one of the soup-filled containers, which I’d put into the freezer at 3.00am this morning, were my two knives! They’re currently de-frosting! :rolleyes:
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I have that problem especially with my pipe and glasses of tea. But I never left them in the frig. Used to have that problem with flashlights, now I have so many that there is no way I can't find one when I need it unless I am being selective. Knives walk around too like yours but never in the frig or at least not yet.

In another case of misplacement, I had just returned from the grocery store and unpacked things quickly and put them in their proper places. Then I realized that I couldn't find the sub sandwich or some bagels. Looked around. Knew that I didn't leave them in the store or in my vehicle (but I did check the vehicle). Anyway never found them. A couple weeks later I found a bag with my bagels and a rotting sub sandwich. I woudn't even give the dog that sandwich. Really bad... Oh well.....
 
22-rimfire said:
I have that problem especially with my pipe and glasses of tea. But I never left them in the frig. Used to have that problem with flashlights, now I have so many that there is no way I can't find one when I need it unless I am being selective. Knives walk around too like yours but never in the frig or at least not yet.

In another case of misplacement, I had just returned from the grocery store and unpacked things quickly and put them in their proper places. Then I realized that I couldn't find the sub sandwich or some bagels. Looked around. Knew that I didn't leave them in the store or in my vehicle (but I did check the vehicle). Anyway never found them. A couple weeks later I found a bag with my bagels and a rotting sub sandwich. I woudn't even give the dog that sandwich. Really bad... Oh well.....
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Where did you find the bag??? :confused: Don't just leave us hanging! :p

- GT
 
I once lived with a fellow who would absent-mindedly walk around with something in his hand, and only put it down to pick up something else. So his toothbrush would be by the coffee pot. His coffee cup would be on the shelf where his keys were, etc. I joked that everything in the house would eventually rotate position. True story: more than once, the TV remote was in the beer fridge.
 
The world is getting crazier every day. I was just the victim of grocery store rage. I was in the grocery store getting some things, pushing my cart down the center isle, when in my peripheral vision I see something rushing toward me. I glance over and see a young guy with an angry look on his face going to ram my cart. I stop and pull back my cart and he just missed me. He then proceeds to give me a mean look and rips past and deliberately smashes his cart into the end cap of cola bottles. The bottles go flying and one explodes showering me with cola. A woman behind me says, "I saw the whole thing and that was unbelievable!!" ..."Can you have him arrested for assault?"
The guy takes off down the next isle...I did not give chase.
Washing my coat now:eek:
 
Dr. Scott said:
Wishing you peace, G.

Hope that young man can find better ways to deal with his anger.
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Thank God he doesn't shop around here. When pension day comes around all the oldies do their shopping and will park their trolleys across the aisle in order to have a chat with Mavis from down the street. Once Esmae and Vesma join the conversation -there is a a trolleyjam six trolleys deep. Only the brave or stupid will attempt to negotiate this blockade. Even the politest "excusuuse mee ladeees" (in that sing song type friendly voice ) will be be met with the kind of reaction that one would expect if one had just dumped garbage all over the new carpet and vomited on the freshly shampooed Pekingnese . If the blockade is able to be passed without incident there will be a noticeable burning sensation at the back of ones head as the withering glares are turned on.
Don't forget "the weavers". This group find it difficult to maintain a straight line for more than 4 or 5 paces. They then have to cryptically alter course without looking in order to intercept me.Perhaps an oddly shaped mass of air has caught their attention or this weeks bargain special at the reject shop. Sadly"weaving syndrome" affects people of all ages.

Next time you encounter MR Angry at the shop I suggest a double whammy technique. At the exact moment he is about to barge past initiate a "weave" culminating in a "trolleyjam". With any luck your trolley will tip over,spilling it's yet unpaid for contents on to the floor and completely blocking his path.Now for the coup de gras- if conditions are favourable a member staff will appear at the other end of the aisle with a mop and bucket thus cutting off any escape route Mr Angry may have envisioned.
Now stand back and whilst inwardly cacking yourself with laughter say something wise and profound like "geez,I bet you couldn't do that if ya tried! hohohhoh." As he frantically and repeatedly crashes his trolley into the shelf of biscuits or cleaning products and his blood pressure reaches a dangerous level.
 
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