Monday, 21 April 2014

THACKLEY TRUMPIT APRIL 2014 ELEPHANT NOT IN THE ROOM

 Joe’s Jottings

Joe is unable to produce any gardening notes this month due to some unexpected circumstances, but has produced the following little tale, which he hopes will help to make up for his absence.
ELEPHANT NOT IN THE ROOM
Whilst walking down to the pub on Friday night, the rain pounding against my face, coming down like stair rods and at an angle of forty five degrees, the oncoming headlights nearly blinding me,  reflecting off the black wet surface of the road, I stepped into the gutter to avoid an approaching large woman pushing a pram. There are certain sensations I don’t particularly like, one is the slow creep of water onto the crotch whilst riding the motorcycle in inclement weather and the other is provided by leaky boots on same said motorcycle. As I stepped into the gutter sudden rush of freezing cold swept down my feet to my toes. The torrent running down the street had overcome the loafers and was now pooling in my shoes. Needless to say this was not a good start to a Friday night. After emptying out the shoes and wringing out the socks I made it to the pub with feet like blocks of ice.
Cursing my situation I told Ken who promptly started to extract the urine. He then pointed out how all the gully’s seem to be blocked up these days. Every time it rains, even lightly, the roads are awash with water of biblical proportions. The water just rolls over the grates and on down the street. We decided the reason the gullies don’t seem to take the water anymore is because they are never cleaned out. When was the last time you saw an “Elephant” and a couple of guys cleaning the grates. “When I were a lad and all this were fields,” I can remember the road sweeping machine coming past at least twice a year the gullies would be emptied and the water would flow.

The oft used cliché “It’s not rocket science” applies to this problem. It’s not. Let’s start with the gulley pot (grate to you) It’s main function in life is to trap the small amounts of grit which accumulate in its catchments, (usually half the area of road measured between pots, as roads tend to have a crown) It rains, the water washes the grit and dust into the gully pot. The water in the pot tends to be still so the grit and dirt settle out of the water to the bottom of the pot. The water then overflows into the sewer/drain and off to the nearest watercourse or treatment works. Eventually the grit and muck build up in the pot until it is full. At this point any debris being flushed down the grate flows directly over the full pot and straight into the drain. The gully pot is then   effectively useless. The grit and debris then start to silt up the drains and sewers further down the system, causing further flow restrictions. The end result is popped up manhole covers, spilling raw sewage everywhere, small lakes appearing at the sides of the road (great for soaking pedestrians) and flooding of low lying property. There is a simple solution to this problem! Regular maintenance! If you notice any non-functioning grates let us know and we will bug the council. Better still ring the council yourself and let the useless cretins know we are aware.

THACKLEY TRUMPIT APRIL 2014 FUNNIES

The Ultimate Virus
If you receive an email entitled "Bedtimes" delete it IMMEDIATELY.
Do not open it. Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your        computer.
It demagnetizes the strips on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play.
It will program your phone auto dial to call only 0898 numbers.
This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.
IT WILL CAUSE YOUR TOILET TO FLUSH WHILE YOU ARE SHOWERING.
It will drink ALL your beer.
FOR GOD'S SAKE, ARE YOU LISTENING??
It will leave dirty underwear on the coffee table when you are expecting company. It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine.
If the "Bedtimes" message opened in a Windows 95/98 environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub. It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk.
******* WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN *******
And if you don't send this to 5000 people in 20 seconds, you'll fart so hard that your right leg will spasm and shoot straight out in front of you, sending sparks that will ignite the person nearest you.


Send this warning to everyone. (No, No don’t it’s only a joke).

THACKLEY TRUMPIT APRIL 2014 THE LIVING WELL ART CLUB

The Living Well ART CLUB
Meets Tuesday mornings, 10am - 1pm,
at St. John’s Hall, Thorpe Edge.
By Jeff Thelwell

As anticipated, the workshop we had with Jeremy Taylor was a great success although as usual everybody had a different version of Jeremy's chosen subject! It is nice to follow (as best you can) the work of an expert but even more pleasurable if they happen to be a good teacher as well. Jeremy, as I said last month, is both a gifted artist and professional teacher so his sessions are always something to look forward to. 
In April we are holding another workshop with our founder member Doreen Betts. Although not a professional artist Doreen has been painting watercolours all her life and produces paintings of wonderful freshness and  assurance.  I am lucky enough to have one of her pictures hung and never tire of its style and grace.  Her subject for the workshop will be  Derbyshire Walls.
We will also be holding our AGM in April so should you choose to join us for Doreen's session do make sure of the dates or you could get caught up in the cut and thrust of club politics!  Wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Our list of activities for April are.

April 1st.      Stepping Stones
April 8th      Open Meeting and AGM
April 15th    Workshop with Doreen Betts
April 22nd   No  Meeting (Easter)

 Should you have any enquiries regarding the club don't hesitate to contact me on 01274 612334 and ask for Jeff

THACKLEY TRUMPIT APRIL 2014 Thackley Methodist Church

Thackley Methodist Church

Thackley Methodist Church Table Top Sale - Saturday 26th April
10.00am to 12 noon.

Come and see what bargains you can find, and also indulge in one of our tasty bacon butties!!

THACKLEY TRUMPIT APRIL 2014 MENS FORUM

Men’s Forum
Meetings each Wednesday, 10.30am,
Thackley Methodist Church Hall.
Coffee 10am.

Apr     9th   Mrs Dorothy Burrows (Shipley)  “OldYorkshire”

Apr    16th   Mrs Margaret Kenny (Bradford)                                                                                      
“Easter Customs and Traditions”

Apr    23rd   Mrs Jacqueline Depelle (Pudsey)                                                               
“Remnants of a lost life – a brief encounter with life and World War I”

Apr    30th   Members’ own choice

May    7th  Mrs Jocelyn S Brooks (Roundhay)  “Turkey”

Speaker Sec. Mr John Vickerman - 618312

THACKLEY TRUMPIT APRIL 2014 ALL THINGS GREEN

We Didn’t Have The
Green Thing

Checking out at the supermarket, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.
The woman apologised and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."
The young cashier responded, "That's our problem today - your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
She was right -- our generation didn't have the 'green thing' in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, lemonade bottles and beer bottles to the shop. The shop sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilised and   refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Grocery shops bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household bags for rubbish, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our
schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school), was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalise our books on the brown paper bags.
But too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.
We walked up stairs, because we didn't have a lift in every supermarket, shop and office building. We walked to the local shop and didn't climb into a 300 horsepower machine every time we had to go half
a mile. But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby's Terry Towel nappies because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 3 kilowatts – wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids had hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Back then, we had one radio or TV in the house - not a TV in every room and the TV had a small screen the size of a big handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of Scotland In the kitchen. We blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We pushed the mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
We drank from a tap or fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
Back then, people took the bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their Mums into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's £50,000 ‘People Carrier’ which cost the same as a whole house did before the "green thing."
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances and we didn't need a computerised gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites
23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest Pub!
But isn't it sad that the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?
We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off...especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smarta*** who can't work out the change without the cash register telling them how much it is!

Here endeth the bloody lesson!

THACKLEY TRUMPIT APRIL 2014 JOE KING

Laugh
 I nearly passed me sweets round !
by Joe King

Politically Correct
As it's no longer politically correct to direct a joke at any racial or ethnic minority, try this one:

An Englishman, a Scotsman,an Irishman, a Welshman, a Ghurkha, a Latvian, a Turk, an Aussie, a German, a Yank, an Egyptian, a Jap, a Pakistani, a Mexican, a Spaniard, a Russian, a Pole, a Lithuanian, a Jordanian, a Kiwi, a Swede, a Finn, a Canadian, an Israeli, a Romanian, a Bulgarian, a Serb, a Swiss, a Greek, a Singaporean, an Italian, a Norwegian, an Argentinean,  a Libyan, a Muslim, a Hindu, a Buddhist and an African went to a night club.
Wait for it!
The bouncer said, "Sorry, I can't let you in without a Thai."

Paint Job
My wife, Julie, had been after me for several weeks to paint the seat on our toilet.
Finally, I got around to doing it while Julie was out. After finishing, I left to take care of another matter before she returned.
She came in and undressed to take a shower. Before getting in the shower, she sat on the toilet.
As she tried to stand up, she realized that the not-quite-dry epoxy paint had glued her to the toilet seat.
About that time, I got home and realized her predicament.
We both pushed and pulled without any success whatsoever. Finally, in desperation, I undid the toilet seat bolts.
Julie wrapped a sheet around herself and I drove her to the hospital emergency room.
The ER Doctor got her into a position where he could study how to free her (Try to get a mental picture of this.).
Julie tried to lighten the embarrassment of it all by saying, "Well, Doctor, I'll bet you've never seen anything like this    before."
The Doctor replied, "Actually, I've seen lots of them......I just never saw one mounted and framed."

As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears,
"You know what?
You have been with me all through the bad times.
When I got fired, you were there.
When my business failed, you were there.
When I got shot, you were by my side.
When we lost the house, you were right here.
When my health started failing, you were still by my side...
You know what Martha?"
"What dear?" she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
"I think you're bad luck."

Maths
This is something we can all learn from if we think about it. I think that it is brilliant.
A farmer died leaving his 17 horses to his three sons. When his sons opened up the Will it read:
My eldest son should get 1/2 (half) of total horses;
My middle son should be given 1/3rd (one-third) of the total horses;
My youngest son should be given 1/9th (one-ninth) of the total horses.
As it's impossible to divide 17 into half or 17 by 3 or 17 by 9, the three sons started to fight with each other.
So, they decided to go to a farmer friend who they considered
quite smart, to see if he could work it out for them.
The farmer friend read the Will       patiently, after giving due
thought, he brought one of his own horses over and added it to the 17.
That increased the total to 18 horses.
Now, he divided the horses according to their fathers Will.
Half of 18 = 9. So he gave the eldest son 9 horses.
1/3rd of 18 = 6. So he gave the middle son 6 horses.
1/9th of 18 = 2. So he gave the youngest son 2 horses.
Now add up how many horses they have:
Eldest son 9, Middle son 6, Youngest son 2. TOTAL IS...17.
Now this leaves one horse over, so the farmer friend takes his horse back to his farm.
Problem Solved!
Moral:
The attitude of negotiation and problem solving is to find the 18th horse i.e. the common ground. Once a    person is able to find the 18th horse the issue is resolved. It is difficult at times.
That's what I call clever Mathematics.

Pumpkin?
What Pumpkin?
Police work must be entertaining as well as dangerous.
Recently, a female police officer arrested Patrick Lawrence, a 22 year old male, who was caught   fornicating with a pumpkin in the middle of the night.
The next day, at the Horsham Court (Victoria, Australia), Lawrence was charged with lewd and lascivious behaviour, public indecency and public intoxication.
Lawrence explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch on his way home from a drinking session, he decided to stop. "You know how a pumpkin can be soft and squishy inside... Well, there was no one around for miles - or at least I thought there wasn't anyone around..." he stated.
Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road, picked out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purpose, cut a hole in it and proceeded to satisfy his pressing need.
"I s'pose I was really into it, you know?" he commented with evident embarrassment.
In the process of doing the deed, Lawrence failed to notice an approaching police car and was  unaware of his audience, until   Senior Constable Brenda Taylor approached him.
'It was an unusual situation, that's for sure,' said Senior Constable Taylor, 'I walked up to Lawrence - and he's just banging away at this pumpkin...' Senior Constable Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence...
"I said; 'Excuse me sir, why are you having sex with a pumpkin?"
"Lawrence froze. He was clearly very surprised that I was there, but then he looked me straight in the eye and said, 'A pumpkin? S*** - is it midnight already?"
The court (and the magistrate) could not contain their mirth.
The Geelong Post wrote an article describing this as 'The best come-back line ever.'

I went down to my local supermarket and I said: "I want to make a complaint. This vinegar's got lumps in it". He said: "Those are pickled onions."

A man entered a local paper's pun contest. He sent in 10 different puns, in the hope that at least one of the puns would win. Unfortunately, no pun in 10 did.

I was having dinner with Garry Kasparov (world chess champion) and there was a check tablecloth. It took him two hours to pass me the salt.


Four fonts walk into a bar. The barman says: "Oi - get out. We don't want your type in here."