...don't look Ethel !!!

...Spunnaker

I was recently instructing on a sailing course, teaching the use of spinnakers.
I know I shouldn't make fun , but though no fault of their own really , the two students made every mistiake in the book.
Mostly this was due to some pretty appauling weather,a spot of poor communication, lack of decisiveness and a little bad luck.
They never managed to put the thing on upside down I might point out & they did manage

pull it all together at the end of the day & pass the course.

I guess there is no bad student, just a bad teacher . So I shall shut up now.

...1969 moo shot.

The US government in association with the National American Space Agency did, until recently classify the following as highly top secret.

It was noted upon the first moon landing that the bovine population had been performing a ritual "Lunar vault" for some considerable period prior to 1969.
During the harsh climate of the cold war, the mechanism for this was valued & sort after as eagerly as was the cover up to save face. The technical embarrassment the agency would face by being outwitted by cows would not be tolerated & would be seen externally of the United States as a weakness of industrial & scientific power. "If an English cow can do it, so can a Ruskie cow dammit !"
During the subsequent investigation several musical felines were interviewed with regard to their suspected involvement within what became known as the "Moo shot".
A small dog was questioned, but only found amusement in NASA's lack of headway in researching the phenomenon.

This information has leaked & the government official line is that this is "conspiracy theory, conjecture & bull"
Unofficially the investigation still goes on to no avail.
The only circumstantial evidence a few well charred burgers allegedly tracked upon atmospheric re-entry.
The cow trail seems to have gone cold.

(NASA are also curious as to the disappearance of the canteen cutlery)

...astronaughties

...bununus, bononos or benenes

It could be just me , but some bananas have a metalic taste to them at the moment.
Is some one producing fake bananas ?

...scribbles & doodles

Cartoons & doodles scribbled on scraps of paper & 'post it' notes.
My work drawers seem to be full of these little bits of paper

One of my works projects. The main contractor has actually built the building 6 inches to low. Problem is its the underground car park level that's too low.
The other 3 levels have been built on top allready . Bit of a cock up all in all.

It will happen one day.

....erm

I truely can't remember whether this was going to be about flightless birds or general migration

This one actually made it to redrawn cartoon form somewhere along the line

AA

Apple-blossom Annonymous.

Not sure which one is Dennis yet though.

...the tin-ternet

It used to be that kids would play with old tin cans and bits of string as toys. Tin can telecommunications.
They all have mobile phones now.
A couple of tin cans and some string made a good pair of stilts.
Well how can that compete with the latest mountain bike as transport?
Most of the group games I had as a kid involved a can that needed to be kicked or knocked.
Oh ....and what endless hours of fun I had with string.

Any way its my theory that such things have passed from childish games & is why we have such an excess landfill problem.
Blame progress I say ! ......

...young meglomaniacs # 1

At the age of 6 Young Bobby No got his first junior shark pool
By age 15 & by working extra hard on his paper round, he had build his first secret submarine base.
By 21 he own a space platform in geostationary orbit, & was ready to plan for global domination.

...back in port.

Well back from furrin places.
A little browner, a little lighter in pocket & a lot less stressed.

Good friends , good sailing , good food & good riddance to work.
Ah , but all comes to an end though.

However, this is where I continue the theme of the lazy last weeks & not bother to post my sketches up.
I'll drop a link in instead. : 'TAKE ME TO THE CARTOONS'

...gone a troshun

In the tounge of my adopted county.

Um off fer a spot now ole partner
I unt be rown fe a cupple a weeks.
Um gunta see em furrun fellas in Greece arnta.
Unt no use tryunta hefa mardle with um mind, They unt talk loik what we do; do tha !

Roito, seeya laiter boys un guls.