Thread: Quip Of The Day

Originally Posted by ReardenSteel

The light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off due to budget constraints.

huh , not again,

We have enough youth. How about a fountain of smart?


rs,
Tack

"There's too much confusion here, I can't get no relief."

--Bob Dylan

grand idea, but i it will be used up by the youth of today, who can't think for themselvs

Originally Posted by Tack

We have enough youth. How about a fountain of smart?


rs,
Tack

Originally Posted by Tack

Mary Hopkin


rs,
Tack

That's reminded me of another of my old pals, David ("Dai brush" on acount of he was a painter), sadly no longer with us now.

When I went to Wales we would go to the Industrial or the Rugby club, have a good drink and then back to his - David's - house. His wife always made a great tray of sandwiches for us and brought us a few more beers, and David would tell me stories from the old days.

One concerned his pal, whom everyone called 'Opkin on account of his surname being Hopkin. David was a youg man and called round 'Opkin's house so the two of them could go out on the razzle. 'Opkin wasn't ready and was upstairs changing out of his working gear, while David sat downstairs with 'Opkin's old man.

The old boy was looking at him in a curious way, making David a bit apprehensive. When he caught the old man's eye again, the old boy put a finger to his lips, then bent down and pulled a shotgun out from under his chair, and levelled it at David. He didn't say a word, neither did David. Presently they heard the old man's son coming down the stairs, at which the old man poked the gun out of sight under his chair agin, leant back and put his fingers to his lips agin.

David reckoned he was so scared that he never went round his friends house again, and that he never told his friend either.

A weird tale.

Regards,
Neil

Sounds like the Old Boy was a bit 'particular' about his company.

Kind of reminds me of my father telling about when he'd stop by 'Old Man Judkins' place. He said he'd knock on the door and it would open up about an inch and if you looked down you'd see the end of a Colt 44 looking at you about belly level. Then old man Judkins would peek in the crack and say; "Watson! Come on in" 'Then' he would lower the hammer of the pistol down. Dad always said: "No one was going to rob that old man".

Here's a Four Generation of Judkins/from left to Right;
Eugene (Old Man Judkins) his son Frank, his grandson Frank being held by his father Kenny. Young Frank was 3 years older then me he was the last to pass away at the end of MARCH 2015.

Originally Posted by cudarunner

Young Frank was 3 years older then me he was the last to pass away at the end of May 2015.

I knew it! I'm in some kind of time warp!


rs,
Tack

Originally Posted by Tack

I knew it! I'm in some kind of time warp!rs,
Tack

March, May in a few years I doubt that it'll make much of a difference

The Judkins probably had one of these by the door.




rs,
Tack

Originally Posted by cudarunner

March, May in a few years I doubt that it'll make much of a difference

I was hoping for the time warp because I couldn't possibly be this old.


rs,
Tack