SPEAKERS ON LOUD

http://yeli.us/Flash/Fire.html

THIS IS TERRIFIC!!!

Whether you are a Billy Joel fan or not, you probably remember his great song, 'We Didn't Start the Fire.'

Here it is, set to pictures... Very, very cool! Had to share this one. It's a cooool flashback through the past half century.

Turn up volume, sit back and enjoy a review of 50 years of history in less than 3 minutes! Thanks to Billy Joel and some guy from the University of Chicago with too much time and Google!

SPEAKERS ON LOUD

http://yeli.us/Flash/Fire.html

THIS IS TERRIFIC!!!

Whether you are a Billy Joel fan or not, you probably remember his great song, 'We Didn't Start the Fire.'

Here it is, set to pictures... Very, very cool! Had to share this one. It's a cooool flashback through the past half century.

Turn up volume, sit back and enjoy a review of 50 years of history in less than 3 minutes! Thanks to Billy Joel and some guy from the University of Chicago with too much time and Google!

The question was, "Is there anything after the grave?" on the group blog http://www.blog.co.uk/group/askoranswer .

Several comments were received, some yes and some no, but my favourite was this one from, grumpus, http://www.blog.co.uk/user/grumpus/

""Life after Death" is a metaphor for how one is remembered by those who are left behind.
If you live on in the memories of others because you were a decent, kind human being who spread a good deal of happiness; that is "Heaven".
If you were despised for being selfish and disruptive, or downright criminal, and are soon forgotten; that is "Hell".
Heaven and Hell are not part of some after life, they are Here and Now!
Live your life accordingly. When you are gone, you are gone."

That, to me, hits the nail on the head.

Of course, if you want your say, visit the group blog and have it.

Pretty proud of that. It's in Scotland, I know, I'm English but I have lived in Scotland for quite a wee while now.

The weather was great again yesterday so Hazel and I had a picnic along side part of the Forth and Clyde canal. 35 miles long that joins The Irish sea with The North sea. Eleven locks with a difference of 79 foot in elevation, so they had to invent the thing in the picture.

The Falkirk Wheel, the only "Rotational Boat Transporter" in the world, 115 foot high to transport boats, up to 78 foot long, between the differing height levels.

Frankie Laine? ah, that was breakfast time today, the DVD that I had ordered was put through the letterbox by the postman, In Concert at Sheffield in 1976, O K, not quite the same as the Frankie that topped the hit parade in the 50s but watching was able to take me back. Oh, such memories.

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35 questions have been asked and answered on many varied subjects,

Is there anything after the grave?
Why claim to be older ?
Mediums? Spiritualists? Fakes?
Are Mormons and Amish the same?
Can anyone explain why Burma's Military Rulers are being dithering?
How much is too much?
Internet problems?
What are wasps for?
Why two people continue to stay together and yet emotionally tear each other apart?
Am I gay?
Would William Shakespeare have had a "Brummie" accent?
Is prostitution a form of abuse?
Was Jesus really here?
etc, etc, etc,

Could you have helped with an answer to any of these questions? Do you have any questions?

This group can only help others if there are lots of members. No subject is taboo. Personal questions can be asked anonymously via a personal message to me and I will post them as anonymous.

Please join.

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, 'Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven.'

Arthur thought about it for a minute, then said, 'I want to hang out with God.'

St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God.

God recognized Arthur and commented, 'Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?'

Arthur said, 'Yep, that's me.'

God said, 'Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?'

Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, 'Excuse me, but aren't You the inventor of woman?'

God said, 'Yes.'

'Well,' said Arthur, 'professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in y our invention:

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusions;

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds;

3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;

4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;

5 And the maintenance costs are enormous!'

'Hmmmmm, you have some good points there,' replied God, 'hold on.'

God went to His Celestial super computer, typed in a few words and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

'Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,' God said to Arthur, 'but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours.'

Gordon Brown, you are a loser, in two years or whenever you have to call a general election, your gone.

Oh what an opportunity you know have Gordon. Two years to change the face of British politics, grab this chance, the ride may be bumpy but it could also be a great ride.

Back to basics Gordon, clear the decks, get rid of those ad visors that you have, their advice has very obviously been useless, kick out the present cabinet who's only interest appears to be self interest and replace them with young energetic members that can grab their departments by the scruff of the neck and shake out all of the old dead wood, tell them what you want and leave them to get on with it, working in the interests of the majority of the electorate.

Be the figurehead Gordon, you are not happy or suitable for the lime light, you have a great deal of experience that you can offer to your new department heads. Guide them, hold their hand, oversee what they are doing, caution them when required, but let them get on with it.

Who knows what will happen, you still may lose the next election, no change there, but, well, just who knows.

After seven days that unknown bug that had made its home in my inside bits has, I think, been ejected, thrown out, or possibly, passed away.

Unknown bug, that worried me a bit, no, I lie, it worried me a lot. I have seen photographs of known bugs, they are pretty horrible, What must an unknown bug look like? Something even worse than the experts at Steven Spielberg's studio could dream up? So, today is house cleaning day. I have completed three hours with only two stops for a cup of tea and four smoke breaks, in my book I am doing OK.

The house, well the down stairs bit smells of bleach, disinfectant, polish and “Rug Patrol”, but mostly of “Rug Patrol”.

I am not actually sure just how long that product has been in the cupboard under the sink. It’s a tub/drum about 6 inches high with a plastic top that you can turn around that lets you sprinkle the powder over the carpet, whisk about over it and sorta work it lightly in to the carpet, leave for a while and vacuum up. Empty collected used powder, including all germs that once lived in the carpet, into a lead container and send to your nearest nuclear power station for disposal. ( Actually, I made that last bit up. )

The sprinkler bit of my tub/drum did not work very well for me, they kept clogging up. I am a man, I will not be beaten. I am a man, therefore, technically minded.

Take one fork from the kitchen drawer, bend up one tine, poke viciously at sprinkler holes, turn tub/drum upside down and shake vigorously, lid comes off, followed by entire contents, to form a neat pile in the centre of the carpet.

Do I panic? Of course not. Collect grass rake from shed, keep it in the closed position with the tines very close together, and rake powder over the carpet, job done.

The day has got better, Jersey plants catalogue arrived, that is http://www.jerseyplantsdirect.com ( I only do that in the hope of being sent some free plants but I don’t know why I bother because I mentioned Jaguar cars once and never received one ) I will order 70 Nicotiana Essence (for its scent )and 70 Wildflower Au Naturelle ( to encourage wildlife ) ( except for unknown bugs ).

Also discovered a cracker of a book, tell you about that later as I have to go and hoover up a carpet.

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What am I saying, I'm still bloody ill. Started Friday when I woke up, skin hotter than hell, I was going to say hotter than Katie Melua, but nothing is as hot as she is, limbs shaking, joints aching, ignore showering or shaving, get down to the doctor.

Wait a blooming minute I says to myself, the tele ads say, "Ask your pharmacist first", that will save me sitting around in a waiting room, "Not booked, ah well, you'll just have to wait till there's a vacancy", "But I'm dying", "Well go and bloody do it outside".

"May I speak to the pharmacist?", Tell him my symptoms, he says, "Bad case of the flu, buy hundreds of expensive cocodamol tablets from my shop and go home and keep warm"

Friday, ten o'clock pm, no warning, and very soon I am digging out clean underpants and jeans. From then until I can get the doctor to call on Monday morning, any journey further than 10 foot,sorry younger readers, that is 3 metres and 3 inches, from the toilet is a journey of great risk to my overburdened washing machine.

"Well your temperature is ok and the shakes have stopped" says the doctor, "It was probably ( probably? from the experts )a bug, seems like you are over the worst of it, the modern thinking is to let it run its course. Bye-bye".

Even if she had given me a prescription for a cork it would have been of some help.

I'm still dying, worse than that, I am out of cigarettes.

Somebody need YOU.

Fellow bloggers would you like to help others, ( it won't cost you anything ).

I have started a blog group called "Ask or Answer" http://askoranswer.blog.co.uk/ and it needs you.

The aim of the group is to answer questions based on your personal knowledge or experience. I believe that there are many persons out there that desperately want to know the answer to their question but are too embarrassed to ask, or, maybe in smaller communities, don't have that person to ask. The anonymity of this blog site can help.

I would hope that this group receives questions from all age groups, both sexes, any religious group, any race, persons of any sexual orientation, any person anywhere in the world. Any subject will be permitted, although I reserve the right to edit any language not deemed suitable as I would hope that the site would be visited by younger members of this blog.

By joining the group you will receive email notification of the question, many questions will be of no particular interest to you or you may be limited in your experience regarding the subject, but, there may be that question that you can answer to help someone.

Have you got a question? Someone may have the answer.

Just click "Join this group" on the "Ask or Answer" page.

Thank you. Trevor.

I was away, now, I'm back. got to try and catch up on your posts, I will do my best.

Finished re-writing my website, looks fresher, pleased with it.

I have started a group blog and would welcome you all, called, "Ask or Answer", I think that it may help those out there that have a question that they may be too embarrassed to ask or feel stupid about asking, possibly a private question that they can ask through the anonymity of the blog and then receive answers or the point of view of others, it obviously needs questions and answers to work, so, if you get a chance to mention it on your blogs it would help.

I am hoping that it will be a "help one another thing".

I urgently needed a few days off work, But, I knew the Boss would not
allow me to take leave.

I thought that maybe if I acted 'Crazy'

Then he would tell me to take a few days off.
So, I hung upside-down on the ceiling and made funny noises.

My co-worker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing.

I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb, So, that the Boss
might think I was 'Crazy' and give me a few days off.

A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked, 'What in
the name of good GOD are you doing?'

I told him I was a light bulb.

He said, 'You are clearly stressed out.'

Go home and recuperate for a couple of days.'

I jumped down and walked out of the office...

When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her, '..And
where do you think you're going?!'

(You're gonna love this....)
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She said, 'I'm going home too. I can't work in the dark.

As an Englishman living in Scotland there was not a lot of mentions regarding St Georges day, but why should there be? It does not seem that the English living in England bother to much about it or celebrate it.

It got me thinking, up here St Andrews day is a reason to have the extra glass of whisky, but, Burn's Night, now that's a real celebration, reading aloud the poems, a spot of haggis washed down with a glass or two.

How about a Churchill Night? A new English celebration, listening to readings of the great speeches, "Fight them on the beaches", a few beers and a large cigar.

No. it won't work, smoking's banned. Oh well, it was just an idea.

No, I am still here, and at the computer, but not blogging for a few days. I know that I have some friends that, because I am old, imagine that I have left the building should I not post every now and then, and I love them for their concern, you know who you are, and thanks.

It's the start of the third year for my website, and in case there are any new readers of this blog I will not pass this opporchancity to give them the link, http://www.wordscanhelp.co.uk.

I feel the need to make some changes to the site, my thinking on certain things has changed in the past two years, I am not quite sure yet as to what I will write.

Of course, two years ago I didn't even have a connection to the web, I taught myself HTML from a library book, and I have forgotten about it, so it will be into google to find, basics in HTML.

Been a good day, I got the letter of the day in the Scottish Daily Express, the letter of the week, selected from that weeks five wins two tickets to Europe on Ryanair, http://www.ryanair.com/site/EN/ ( that mention may get me a couple of free tickets ) so, it's fingers crossed.

I will still be reading your posts so don't say anything bad about me.

See you soon.

You know, I thought that I had long forgotten this, but no, today it came back.

This afternoon I was feeding the seagulls, I live 30 miles from the sea, I don't know where the birds come from, but I remember reading that some seagulls never even see the sea.

My first job was in the signal box at Brighton, just outside the station, up high, big sliding windows all around and I do remember that one of my first jobs was to keep them clean.

I enjoyed feeding the gulls as they swooped down and grabbed the pieces of bread that I threw to them, I was young, 14 years old, not that I can use that as an excuse, but one day I discovered that I could use a bit of cotton to tie little paper propellers to the pieces of bread.

Yes, the gulls still grabbed at the bread and flew on with little propellers trailing in their wake.

I tried to make up for it by walking to the shop and buying a full loaf, I stood in the cold and fed it all to them.

It didn't make me feel any better.

**The Rules -
1. Link to the person's blog who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself
4. Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.**

7 strange facts about me?

(1). I enjoy washing-up. ( I live on my own )
(2). I eat biscuit sandwiches. ( Nice are nicest )
(3). I detest pasta.( I have never tried it )
(4). I regularly wore my wifes tights to work. ( in a cold store )
(5). I am unable to cry. ( I would like to be able )
(6). I was friendly with Hank Marvin. ( Younger ones say, Who? )
(7). I love cats. ( I don't own one )

Now I tag 7 random people. ( They are going to love me )

lisa at http://www.lissen.blog.co.uk
john at http://www.www193111.blog.co.uk
alexa at http://www.alexandryna.blog.co.uk
colin at http://www.mainbunny.blog.co.uk
ruth at http://www.oldruth.blog.co.uk
donna at http://www.greenliving.blog.co.uk
ellie at http://www.chassy.blog.co.uk

Q: How many women with MENOPAUSE does it take to change a light bulb?

Woman's Answer: One! ONLY ONE!!!! And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the #&%!* light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CABINET for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE FREAKING LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PICKS UP OR CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE! AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHO CHANGES THE TOILET PAPER ROLL !!

I'm sorry. What was the question ?

It was a sunny morning, a little before 8 AM, on the first hole of a busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming shot when a piercing voice came over the club house loud speaker,

'Would the gentleman on the woman's tee please back up to the men's
tee please!'

I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.

I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the
interruption.
Again the announcement, 'Would the man on the woman's tee please back
up to the men's tee please!'
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more the
man, yelled, 'Would the man on the woman's tee please back up to the
men's tee please!'

I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back....
'Would the a**hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me
play my second shot!

As I get older I find that everyday life is much of a muchness, for me at least, that’s O K.

Some times something nice happens, a different day, and, very occasionally, a very very nice thing occurs.

It was last Wednesday, as usual I was at Hazels house, when she said, “Will you come over tomorrow?”.

Now that is unusual, Thursday is my day off, well, it gives time for my screwdrivers, gardening tools and paint brushes to cool down, “What for” I said.

“I have some friends coming for dinner, nothing fancy, and I would like you to be there”. She said.

“Who are they”?

“Old friends that now live in France, haven't seen them for years”

“Of course I will” says I.

Thursday at 2 o’ clock I arrive at Hazels, she is just back from the shops with bags of food, food and more food. Whilst I was trying to close the fridge door with my foot I said, “How many years since you saw them?”. “About 14” she says. “ Have they been starving since then?” I ask.

About 5 pm the door bell rings, “Will you answer it?” she says. “No” I say, “It’s your friends, they won’t know me from Adam”.

Hazel walks to the front door and I wait to be introduced at the end of the hall, she opens the door and in walks the lady, she and I are twenty foot away from each other, I think to myself, I know that face, I’ve met her before.

Of course I have, not for 5 years, it’s my sister.

June and her husband David, had, with the connivance of one of my daughters in law, Hazel and Hazel’s son who had brought them from their hotel decided to make a surprise visit from their home 450 miles away in Worthing.

As I say, occasionally a very very nice thing occurs and you realise that there are those that care about you.

Yes, sometimes life is wonderful.

We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them?

In an effort to keep you informed, the definition for each is listed below...

GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the lads, being met at the door by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"

BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with the lads, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the arse and having the balls to say: "OK Fatty, you’re on next!”

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.

Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome since both ultimately result in death.

This will drive you nuts!! Have fun! The object of the game is to move the red block around without getting hit by the blue blocks or touching the black walls.

If you can go longer than 18 seconds you are phenomenal. It's been said that the US Air Force uses this for fighter pilots. They are expected to go for at least 2 minutes. Give it a try but be careful...it is addictive!!

http://members.iinet.net.au:80/~pontipak/redsquare.html

For those that don't know him,Major General Peter Cosgrove is an 'Australian treasure!'

General Cosgrove was interviewed on the radio recently.

You'll love his reply to the lady who interviewed him concerning guns and children. Regardless of how you feel about gun laws you gotta love this! This is one of the best comeback lines of all time. It is a portion of an ABC interview between a female broadcaster and General Cosgrove who was about to sponsor a Boy Scout Troop visiting his military headquarters.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER:
So, General Cosgrove, what things are you going to teach these young boys when they visit your base?

GENERAL COSGROVE:
We're going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery and shooting.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER:
Shooting! That's a bit irresponsible, isn't it?

GENERAL COSGROVE:
I don't see why, they'll be properly supervised on the rifle range.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER:
Don't you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?

GENERAL COSGROVE:
I don't see how. We will be teaching them proper rifle discipline before they even touch a firearm.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER:
But you're equipping them to become violent killers.

GENERAL COSGROVE:
Well, Ma'am, you're equipped to be a prostitute, but you're not one, are you?

The radio went silent and the interview ended.

Just realised that from tomorrow, we in Scotland, thanks to those clowns in our Government and their love of Europe, have to move to the metric time system. There is now a formulae for this,

This allows us to put together the formula ...

(Difference in Star Clock time ) = (-0.5) x (Difference in British Summer Time)
and conversely ...

(Difference in British Summer time) = (-2) x (Difference in Star Clock time )
Now let's define some variables.

let ST1 and LT1 represent the Star Clock time and the local time respectively at a particular instant.

let ST2 and LT2 represent the Star Clock time and the local time respectively at another instant.

Then the two equations above can be rewritten as ...

ST2 - ST1 = (-0.5) x ( LT2 - LT1 )

and

LT2 - LT1 = (-2) X ( ST2 - ST1 )

respectively. ( No, I don't understand it either )

We just don't need time to let it "bed in", I can tell you now, it is going to be a disaster, a major mess.

The twenty hour day may possibly work on some distant island in the middle of the Pacific, but, not in a country that has to work so closely to the rest of the world. Using the 72 minute hour may have a financial advantage for some, the minimum wage will be increased by 5% and it will be cheaper to hire labour by the hour, are these reasons enough for the changes.

Please support the fight to save our 24 hour clock .

The reason is that I have just been listening to a CD of Frankie Laine, really listening, this lyric is lovely, wish I could post the tune to go with it, but I can't find it.

There must be a reason for raindrops to fall.
There must be a reason why mountains are tall.
And why are the stars in the sky?
There must be a reason why.

There must be a reason for rivers to flow.
For beautiful trees and flowers to grow.
And why have the birds wings to fly?
There must be a reason why.

The changes from season to season,
The dawning that brings the new day.
These wonders mist all have a reason,
It was intended that way.

There must be a reason for falling in love,
It must have been planned up in Heaven above.
And why are we so much in love, you and I?
There must be a reason why.

The changes from season to season,
The dawning that brings the new day.
These wonders mist all have a reason,
It was intended that way.

There must be a reason for falling in love,
It must have been planned up in Heaven above.
And why are we so much in love, you and I?
There must be a reason why.
There must be a reason why.
There must be a reason for raindrops to fall.
There must be a reason why mountains are tall.
And why are the stars in the sky?
There must be a reason why.

There must be a reason for rivers to flow.
For beautiful trees and flowers to grow.
And why have the birds wings to fly?
There must be a reason why.

The changes from season to season,
The dawning that brings the new day.
These wonders mist all have a reason,
It was intended that way.

There must be a reason for falling in love,
It must have been planned up in Heaven above.
And why are we so much in love, you and I?
There must be a reason why.

The changes from season to season,
The dawning that brings the new day.
These wonders mist all have a reason,
It was intended that way.

There must be a reason for falling in love,
It must have been planned up in Heaven above.
And why are we so much in love, you and I?
There must be a reason why.
There must be a reason why.

Taken from the site,
www.lyricsdir.com/frankie-laine-there-must-be-a-reason-lyrics.html - 4k -
Unfortunately the writers name is not given.