Guardians of The Lambsfoot!

Morning folks, Friday is here again, and I thought I'd pocket my ebony '18 :) :thumbsup:

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Just looking through an old Lambsfoot thread (The Silence of The Lambsfoot - https://www.bladeforums.com/threads/the-silence-of-the-lambsfoot.1069771), and came across this post from @Woodrow F Call - still one of the funniest posts I've seen on The Porch! :D :thumbsup:

Jack Black: I just ran away.
Pertinux: No "just", Jack. What set you off? You started at what time?
Jack Black: Early, still dark.
Pertinux: Then something woke you, didn't it? Was it a dream? What was it?
Jack Black: I heard a strange noise.
Pertinux: What was it?
Jack Black: It was... clanging. Some kind of clanging, like a broken trash compactor.
Pertinux: What did you do?
Jack Black: I went downstairs, outside. I crept up into the barn. I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
Pertinux: And what did you see, Jack? What did you see?
Jack Black: Lambs foot knives. The Lambs foot knives were clanging.
Pertinux: They were throwing away the stainless steel Lambs foot knives?
Jack Black: And they were clanging.
Pertinux: And you ran away?
Jack Black: No. First I tried to buy them. I... I offered money to the vendor, but they wouldn't sell. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't sell.
Pertinux: But you could and you did, didn't you?
Jack Black: Yes. I took one Lambs foot knife, and I ran away as fast as I could.
Pertinux: Where were you going, Jack?
Jack Black: I don't know. I didn't have any food, any water and it was very cold, very cold. I thought, I thought if I could save just one, but... it was a copy. Just a copy. I didn't get more than a few miles when the sheriff's car picked me up. The vendor was so angry he sent me to live at the Pub in Yorkshire. I never saw the shop again.
 
I don't know about you, when we were kids there seemed to be Christmas cards everywhere in the house.:eek:
I also remember Mom running a string clear across the living room to display the cards.

Yeah, exactly the same in our house Dave :) After Christmas, my mother used to make Christmas tags out of the cards with pinking shears and lengths of wool. As me and my siblings got older, it was a standing joke in the family, and my mother would start giving each of us (and various neighbours and other family members) little packages of the tags while the following Christmas was still a long way off. My kids and niece still have the same joke, and see who gets given them first! :rolleyes: I get fewer and fewer cards each year, as it seems a lot of folk here just don't send them anymore :(

Good morning fellow Guardians! :) I have this 2018 Ebony in my pocket today. :thumbsup:

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Morning Ron, how you doing my friend? Your ebony '18 is looking as good as ever :) :thumbsup:
 
HaHa! :D What a fantastic pic Dave, well done! :D :thumbsup: Pity you can't lend that train to Canada Post! :rolleyes: ;)
Yeah there still on rotating strikes 2 months now! I have a parcel stuck in Montreal, they say there is no guaranteed delivery of Christmas mail.:mad:
 
Yeah there still on rotating strikes 2 months now! I have a parcel stuck in Montreal, they say there is no guaranteed delivery of Christmas mail.:mad:

Oh, that's rubbish! :( I thought it was just Lambsfoot knives that were affected :rolleyes:

Thanks, Jack, and Dave . . . I love the train! At first I thought it was traveling on the clouds.

Awww, yes Jeff, it is just on it's way to the big ball of cheese floating in the sky! ;) :D :thumbsup:

Jacks! Man o man that takes me back 60 years. :thumbsup: playing Jacks with my sister on the kitchen floor at the farm. :)

Yeah, me too! Well, nearly that long :) I have read a few books about the early Sheffield gangs though, and they mainly feuded about 'pitch and toss' ( a game where three coins are thrown in the air, and you guess how they will land)! :eek: :thumbsup:

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