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

meako said:
I do apologise.How rude of me.Gday LoneWolfe and welcome aboard porchside.Unfortunately you dropped in during a very important discussion about the validity of the Tunnocks caramel wafer and its place in modern societies.Its cold cake?investigation ...if you will.
I do feel however that the 'chip butty ' is an atrocity that should be cleansed from the face of the earth and replaced with a true delicacy for all true Englishmen ....mushy peas.
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You can eat a chip butty and clean up with a broom.

Eat a mushy-peas butty, and you’d need a mop.

A culture guilty of watercress sandwiches is capable of anything. :p
 
Raymond1000 said:
You can eat a chip butty and clean up with a broom.

Eat a mushy-peas butty, and you’d need a mop.

A culture guilty of watercress sandwiches is capable of anything. :p
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LOL! Wise words indeed! :D :thumbup:
 
I'm not even going to mention spotted dick.
Nasty foods have now entered my brain and I can't help remembering this anecdote that was told by a radio listener once.
My go to station 2JJJ FM used to have a morning slot known as "tightarse tuesday".
People would ring in with their tales of extreme parsimony.
The story goes like this...
We used to visit our aged granny when we were kids. She would always have a big jar of peanuts which she would offer to the visiting family.
We would hog into the peanuts and tell her how nice they were.
Until the day when Dad went out to put something in the rubbish bin and discovered several empty discarded packets of chocolate coated peanuts.
When asked if there were any choc peanuts left Granny without missing a beat said she only likes the chocolate but saves the peanuts for you lot.
To conclude-granny was placing the choc coated peanuts in her mouth ,removing the chocolate,spitting out the peanut and collecting them in a jar to offer to her guests!!
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Came across this trip down Memory Lane just now by accident. Guaranteed to put a smile on your face isn't it? :)

[video=youtube;IyYZvO8S398]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyYZvO8S398[/video]
 
Jack Black said:
Came across this trip down Memory Lane just now by accident. Guaranteed to put a smile on your face isn't it? :)

[video=youtube;IyYZvO8S398]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyYZvO8S398[/video]
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What a use for a bung starter! That mallet drove wooden taps into wooden beer barrels. After removing the tap, it drove the bung into the bung hole. It also suppressed bar brawls. Using a bung starter to adjust a singer is new to me.

The novel On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine was written before the song. During the Great War, Gertrude Stein read John Fox’s book to wounded doughboys.
 
I've used a bung starter Raymond, though the barrels were aluminium rather than wooden, bit of a knack to it! :eek: :thumbup:

The song was released as a single in Britain in the mid 70's, selling over half a Million copies! :D
 
Start This! - it fits . whoda thought?
[video]https://youtu.be/39wQ9yexvoA[/video]
 
You know, that "It ain't half hot Mum", featured in Meako's Regimentals thread, reminds me very strongly of a movie called "Privates on Parade", starring John Cleese as a frustrated jungle fighter assigned to command an entertainment troop. In Malaya I think, but it might have been WWII. Seems kind of derived now.
 
scrteened porch said:
You know, that "It ain't half hot Mum", featured in Meako's Regimentals thread, reminds me very strongly of a movie called "Privates on Parade", starring John Cleese as a frustrated jungle fighter assigned to command an entertainment troop. In Malaya I think, but it might have been WWII. Seems kind of derived now.
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It ain't half hot Mum was first out of the two but both set in the Malayan "conflict" post WW2. The Virgin Soldiers movie is a more serious look at that topic.:)
 
Sword and Shield said:
My wife and I adopted Pasha from a shelter 3 years ago. He's an Aussie Cattle Dog mix, sweet, loyal, smart, everything you'd want. He's been on mild painkillers for some arthritis in his knee, and a couple weeks ago we noticed he seemed bloated and not feeling well.

We took him to the vet, and an ultrasound was done.

Cancer. Don't know where it started.

*snip*

My wife's a wreck over this, and I feel like hell. :(
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I wish I had good news to give.

Results came back. High grade fibrosarcoma of the liver and spleen. Inoperable, and essentially untreatable. He's in pain, and my wife and I are trying to make the most painful decision of whether to have him put down.

God, my heart hurts.
 
The summer of 1968 was a landmark time in my life. The Vietnam War was in full swing, Hippies had emerged from every corner of the US and descended on San Francisco to a point it was called the Summer of Love but most important I had turned 13 years old, a true teenager. Living in the mountains of Western North Carolina those things seemed as far away as the moon except the fact that I was now a teenager. My cousin Doug, three boys that didn’t live too far away Ronnie, Johnny, Billy and myself were constant companions. We shared a love for tools and the greatest tools of all were the Barlows that we all owned and carried. However, we had all saw the majestic machete at work and had a deep desire to own one.
Mr. Bell lived on the same road as I did and would sometimes go to town and when he did he would always take us boy’s along and let us check out the stores while he tended to his business then pick us back up and take us home. As I went by his house one morning on my bike I heard him holler “Hey I’m headed to town in the morning you boy’s wanna go”. I replied with a shout “yes sir I’ll tell everyone”. My heart was racing we usually went straight to the Kress Store candy counter but this time would be different. This time we all had folding money and a mission to go to the Army Store and buy some fine machetes.
The next morning we were all at Mr. Bell’s house early, our bikes lined up by the porch like the Harleys of a proper motorcycle gang. Doug had won the coin toss and got to ride in front with Mr. Bell the rest of us jumped into the bed of his pickup truck. When we pulled into downtown Asheville Mr. Bell asked if we wanted off at Kress “No Sir” Doug said “take us to the Army Store and pick us up at Cosmos”. As we pulled in front of the store we all jumped out and made a B line for the front door money in pocket. In a back corner of the store we saw them, some hanging on the wall the rest in an old barrel. Ronnie grabbed the first one out of the barrel I took one from the wall knowing that hanging as a display it had to be the best one then the rest of the guy’s got theirs. In those days a teenage boy with money could buy anything with a blade no questions asked so we paid the clerk and headed to Cosmos Café.
When we got to Cosmos we ordered two platters of fries and five soda fountain drinks sat down and discussed our ownership of the greatest machetes on earth. As we finished our food we made a pact to scout out a fine piece of land and build the finest fort ever constructed with our newly purchased tools. Soon Mr. Bell pulled up and honked the horn so back home we went somehow a little older and a lot richer with those machetes strapped to our sides.


I hope it's ok to post a story like this if so I will post some more of the story in a couple of days.
 
Fifty years later I still get excited to see a store that says Army/Navy Surplus. But, not much surplus mostly foreign junk now. Actually, have been driving past lately....I remember buying a pilots survival knife I wore scout camping till I broke the tip.....300
 
300Bucks said:
Fifty years later I still get excited to see a store that says Army/Navy Surplus. But, not much surplus mostly foreign junk now. Actually, have been driving past lately....I remember buying a pilots survival knife I wore scout camping till I broke the tip.....300
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I picked up a Pilot's knife when i was in the Army. It stays in my vehicle for about 20 years now. It's seen a lot of use.
 
Ahh, the good old days, when the outdoor store, or surplus store would sell kids just about anything. I think my first such item was a WW1 bayonet. Foot long blade, 6 inch handle.

I was less than 10 years old, if I remember correct. Of course, by then, I had a Ruger 10-22 rifle, and a Marlin 30-30.

I remember riding my bike to a gun store one winter. I was looking for specific ammo for my dad's Argentine Mauser. The sales man would not sell it to me (which was funny, because I had already purchased several guns there, and ammo aplenty) from him over the years.

He said, well, it's the law. So, I had to put my money on the table, and another customer was handed the ammo. He, in turn, handed it to me.....






Now, here is the real question...... did the world's best fort ever get built with those machetes?
 
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