Knots, Tattoos and an uncle

21 July 2012

Seeing as we have Kile with us this weekend we decided on a short run out somewhere - and we ended up in Burton on Trent.  It's not a bad little town you know and in today's nice warm sunny conditions we enjoyed our couple of hours there.  The market is so-so though, but I did get another Peter James book off one stall while Jan got her and Kile some sweets.  Anyway ...

While we were having a pint on arrival there I read something in a news paper about a woman who had a tattoo done to commemorate the Olympics ... but the tattoo artist missed the 'y' out of the word ... opps ... that will take some covering and correcting, if it can be done that is.  Tattoos are something I have never fancied.  They look OK when they are new but they always seem to turn blue after a few years.  My uncle Jack had loads of them and there was no colour in any of them.  Can't see why they waste time, effort and dosh on them!

I've always said that exercise is bad for you and the worst of the lot is jogging.  Even the guy who made jogging so popular died of a heart attack at the age of 52 while out jogging on this day in 1984.  Rabbie Burns died on this day in 1796 at the age of just 37; I wonder how much jogging he did.  If he did any it must have scrambled his brains too cos I can't make nor tail out of the stuff he wrote!

Today's photo is one of Jan and me taken in 1984 ... 

I'm nearly slim then!

And a navy-type funny ...

An old sailor puts on his old uniform and heads for the docks once more for old times sake. He engages a prostitute and takes her up to a room. Before long he's going at it as well as he can for a guy of his age, but needing some reassurance, he asks, "How am I doing?"
The prostitute replies, "Well old sailor, you're doing about three knots."
"Three knots?" He asks, "What's that supposed to mean?"
She says, "You're knot hard, you're knot in, and you're not getting your money back.