22 May 2012
For the first time
ever I have actually read a full article featuring the Puppet Person for North
Warwickshire, true blue Dan Byles. Why
was this Dorktown News article of
interest then? Not far from Dorktown is
one of the UK’s last remaining deep coal mines, Daw Mill. It seems that they are currently working a
rich seam of coal deep under the village of Corley. Some of the houses in the village have begun
to develop cracks and the owners are of course rightly worried about it. The mine owners have accepted liability and
pointed out that they have a responsibility in Law to carry out all repairs –
but only after the mining has ended the ground had time to settle. Good news and bad news. The good is that the repairs will be done;
the bad, it could take years for them to be done.
Rather pleased with myself
today. Last night I managed to get out
of the rut and added 2000 words to Photo
Finish. Hopefully I shall be able to
get on with it a lot better now. I hope
I’m not getting too ambitious with it to be honest. It’s sort of two stories in one really. Story one is the cops investigating a series
of murders told in the third person; story two is a first person story of a man
being persecute … or is he?
I’m not so sure I
will get all that much done on it today though seeing it is a nice sunny
day. Jan is off down town now to get her
hair done. After lunch we will both go
out down town for a ride around and get a few photos too. No doubt we will end up in the Willy White as
well. Today looks like a Stella day –
not a real ale day. But knowing me, the
ale will win out when the time comes.
Some time ago I
began tracing my family history – yes I know,
me and the whole world – and in the process I came across a number of old
photos. Old photos are useful things to
have around and should never be thrown away!
Have a peak at these two …
two shots taken at the same place on the same
day. My Aunty Eva lived in Bed’th and at
the bottom of her back garden was the Dorktown to Coventry railway line. Cross that line and there was a large field
and in there was huge great clay pit that was left over from the old brick
works in the town. As an aside, Norman
Wisdom was a major shareholder on those brickworks.
Anyway, on the day of the photos just about
the whole family had turned up at and you can see the crowds there … It was a popular place for the locals. In the photos are gran and granddad Jayne, grandma
Clark and my mother. As family photos these
two are great; as social documents they are priceless really. They record something that can’t be done now,
which is sad because a lot of people had a lot fun there. Nope, not health and safety, but that whole
area has been built on and now holds a large housing estate. Progress doesn’t always improve things.
And now slither
funny …
A guy walks into a
bar with a pet alligator by his side. He
puts the alligator up on the bar. He turns to the astonished patrons.
"I'll make you
a deal. I'll open this alligator's mouth and place my genitals inside. Then the
gator will close his mouth for one minute. He'll then open his mouth and I'll
remove my unit unscathed. In return for witnessing this spectacle, each of you
will buy me a drink."
The crowd murmured
their approval. The man stood up on the
bar, and dropped his trousers, placing his privates in the alligator's mouth.
The gator closed his mouth as the crowd gasped. After a minute, the man grabbed
a beer bottle and rapped the alligator hard on the top of its head. The gator opened his mouth and the man
removed his genitals unscathed as promised. The crowd cheered and the first of his
free drinks were delivered.
The man stood up
again and made another offer. "I'll pay anyone $100 who's willing to give
it a try." A hush fell over the
crowd. After a while, a hand went up in
the back of the bar. A blonde girl timidly spoke up.
"I'll try, but
you have to promise not to hit me on the head so hard with the beer
bottle."
........................................................And
you thought it was an alligator joke.
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