Monday, 15 February 2010

Don't Mess with Yorkshireman

Sent to me by a good friend (Thanks Alec). Tells you all you need to know about us Tykes.

A London lawyer and a Yorkshireman are sitting next to each other on a long flight to Leeds .
The lawyer is thinking that Yorkshire men are all 'cloth cap and clogs' and that he can fool them easily...

So the lawyer asks if the Yorkshireman would like to play a fun game. 
The Yorkshireman is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and tries to catch a few winks. 
The lawyer persists and says that the game is a lot of fun. 
'I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me only £5; you ask me one, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you £500.' 

As may be expected, this catches the Yorkshireman's attention and to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game. 
The lawyer asks the first question. 'What's the distance from The Earth to the moon?' 
The Yorkshireman doesn't say a word, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a five-pound note, and hands it to the lawyer. 

Now, it's the Yorkshireman's turn. He asks the lawyer,
'What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?' 
The lawyer uses his laptop, searches all the references he knows. 
He uses the air-phone; he searches the Net and even the British Library. 
He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows, all to no avail. 
After over an hour of searching, he finally gives up. 
He wakes up the Yorkshireman and hands him £500. 
The Yorkshireman pockets the £500 and goes straight back to sleep. 
 
The lawyer is going crazy not knowing the answer. He wakes the Yorkshireman up and asks, 
'Well! What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four?' 
The Yorkshireman reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer £5 and goes back to sleep. 

Don't mess with Yorkshiremen; we only talk different. 

Saturday, 13 February 2010

Blue Egg


I have a little black Auracana bantam that I raised from an egg hatched by a broody hen last year.

My little Auracana is called Amy, named for another famous Amy with a black beehive hairdo. She has a photocall tomorrow, meanwhile - here is her first egg, with others laid by her companions for contrast.

Ancient Monument

Back in 1968, as we listened to "Pictures of Matchstick Men", who could have guessed we were listening to future Officers of the British Empire? Status Quo are now officially National Treasures, and surely soon they should be declared to be an Ancient Monument.

Well done Messrs Parfitt and Rossi. They have quietly done much over the years for charity, and given lots of ham-fisted guitarists hope - learn three chords and achieve world domination! For "Rockin All over the World" the three chords are C, F and G, by the way. If you want to be really poncy, you can chuck in a F#dim as well.

The whole rock star/titles/Buck House thing is so Spinal Tap as to be almost beyond parody. Surely it's time for ST 2 in which Nigel, Derek and David are called to the Palace for enoblement? When we we see Sir Ozzy, Lord Rotten, or the Earl of Bragg?



The Quo have their detractors, but how could anyone listen to this without a smile and a tapping foot?

Friday, 12 February 2010

RIP Mr Frisbee

Walter Morrison, the inventor of the frisbee, has passed away. I've had a lot of fun with his invention over the years.

I'd recommend a round of the frisbee golf course in St Andrews to visitors to the town - it's part of the University's sports facilities.

There's a great sport called "Ultimate" that uses frisbees, details here. My eldest son was captain of the University of Dundee's Ultimate team.

Thank you, Mr Morrison.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Better late than never

Shamelessly pinched from nmj, to whom great thanks must be given:

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Burns Night

Here's Michael Marra making a wonderful job of a wonderful Burns song.

Sunday, 10 January 2010

Malawi, tea and some family history

My wife's father spent his working life as a planter in the tropics. Much of his time was spent in Africa, latterly growing tea. His last position was as the Manager of the Satemwa Tea Estate in Malawi.

We were suprised to hear a reference to Satemwa in a radio broadcast this morning, and the following of some links through the miracle of t'internet led us to this clip



It was wonderful to see a place that we never saw in my wife's parent's lifetime, although it was such an important place for them.