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If you want to watch a wild and wooly ride check out the latest Pikes Peak Hillclimb with a specially fitted rally car for this annual event on Utube!
I work for Yorkshire Ambulance Service on the RRVs in and around the city of Sheffield in South Yorkshire.
It’s a great job and I feel very honoured to be able to help people at their point of need.
Check out the website for all sorts of info re YAS and the work we do.
'I was walking along, minding my business,
When out of the orange colored sky,
Flash, bam, alacazam, Wonderful you came by.
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I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine,
When out of that orange colored view
Wham, bam, alacazam, I got a look at you'.
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A version of the song can be found on Utube by following this link
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LScmnWAmHIw
The photo was taken near Farnsfield just north of Nottingham.
on our way home from Ashington this weekend, I wanted to visit the beach I had seen in Thomas Heatons utube as I knew it was down the road from my brother. What a lovely sandy beach and a super find with these woods, so I'll be back there for more at Christmas.
if you like this, why not "like" my page and follow my outings through the lens, also check out my website caw-photograhpy,co.uk
Yes, I do realize that I should probably be showing you band pics from Sunday too...but, you know, zombie shots are really fun to take and edit.
My friend Jose did a utube of the Thriller re-enactment here:
UTube has How to Draw instructions, which my grandson followed to draw Garfield and Pizza Steve, a character I did not know :)
Plymouth Locomotive 10 Ton Diesel Hydrodynamic locomotive built in 12/1939. Now retired and sitting outside the plant in Wallace South Carolina. It is 3 foot gauge. Never had a chance to catch it in operation, but it is on Utube.
Ok, I must be feeling my age because yesterday I went out to start my vehicle and the computer told me I needed to replace the battery in my key. Alrighty, he says. Runs in and gets the second key. Back to the vehicle and the computer says, you need to replace the battery in this key fob, too. I'm thinking to myself, "really, like both batteries go dead on the SAME day?" So my son and I watched the requisite utube video and replace the batteries. Sure enough both work. Sigh. Oh for the day when one would walk out to the vehicle with a "real" key, and it would work, always (well, maybe not always). Like I say, feeling my age, because I would not give up the safety features and everything else that comes with modern vehicles.... but two dead keys on the same day? Sigh. Bad luck I guess, except I don't believe in luck. Time for bed.
This belonged to my Grandad and must be over 80 years old. I looked it up and they are still made. This whistle still works welI. In my garden 5th April 2022
ACME reminded me of Wlle e Coyote I put a video on Utube, no more ACME and so sanitised now.
Public art, on the moors surrounding Burnley. Sounds lovely when the wind blows.
Just found this on utube... you can hear for yourself! www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rhuFGvXARA
A shot from the Roberts Bay Eagle nest last spring. The Red-tailed Hawk is on the far right and missed the feeding. This shot is shortly after my "Little Beggar" shot, which I will put in the first comment box below.
I am revisiting this story tonight, because a new documentary with never before seen footage of this event was released on UTube today. It was put together, and filmed by Christian Sasse. If you have 20+ minutes, do watch it, as some of the footage of the hawk interacting with it's adoptive family is amazing. The link for it is as follows: www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0O1Dp2cocQ&feature=youtu.be
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs, etc. without my permission.
Today is Ash Wednesday. Two days of Carnival in Trinidad and Tobago has ended. Here are some highlights of the King and Queen Carnival 2024 competition that I snapped from UTube.
Plymouth Locomotive 10 Ton Diesel Hydrodynamic locomotive built in 12/1939. Now retired and sitting outside the plant in Wallace South Carolina. It is 3 foot gauge. Never had a chance to catch it in operation, but it is on Utube.
Today is Ash Wednesday. Two days of Carnival in Trinidad and Tobago has ended. Here are some highlights of the King and Queen Carnival 2024 competition that I snapped from UTube.
I saw the recipe on a Utube video "Joy of Baking" It was for Pumpkin Scones, I had Butternut in the fridge and gave the recipe a go. They are scrummy and although there are a lot of different ingredients they are easy to make. They were light too.
20th January 2017 Home Stafford UK
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World Heritage Listed - Lord Howe Island
Lord Howe Island is known as "The Last Paradise" and not without some considerable justification.
The coral surrounding the island and in the lagoon is the furthest southern coral in the world apart from some coral around Balls Pyramid 20km South East of Lord Howe.
With global warming seriously threatening the very existence of Australia's Great Barrier Reef it looks as if Lord Howe will be a last refuge for coral reefs as we know them today.
There are legally limited numbers of cars residents and visitors to World Heritage listed Lord Howe and the only way to get around is on foot or by bicycle or boat.
Accommodation is limited so costs are comparatively high.Nevertheless the natural beauty of this magnificent paradise make every dollar spent well worthwhile.
At least 10 days is needed to actively explore the island and you will need every bit of that time as every day starts early and ends late,and you will be a whole lot fitter by the time you jump reluctantly back on the plane home.
Google Map of Lord Howe Island
For an excellent blog in 2 parts by moloch05 click on these links
#048 After looking at Andy Gray's Utube video on ICM and his post processing I went to Climping and found some very old groynes whose base had been exposed by the bad weather. This is two x 2.6 sec ICMs (bottom to top) merged together in Photoshop and filtered using Nik Viveza 2 and Color Efexs Pro. I could really get lost in this stuff!
This wonderful camera was in its camera bag. It is used for Arizona Ballet Theatre's studio photoshoots and to record Performances at The University of Arizona's Stevie Eller Dance Theatre in Tucson, Arizona.
I really need to vacuum the bag and the camera too. That reminds me;
I recently saw a video on how to clean your camera listed on UTube or in an Apple-related blog. I must find it this week.
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Born in Liverpool Billy Fury became one of the biggest UK stars in Rock and Roll in the late Fifties and into the sixties.
Explore 29th December 2011 #158
[ran across some old images, never posted, shot in Morocco two years ago....]
The dolls have a brand new video uploaded last night with music by CocoRosie and Beth Gibbons
Veoh:
www.veoh.com/videos/v416116bxjqXC5C
IFilm:
www.ifilm.com/myifilm/shadowplay
Utube:
A longer version of a video slide show called Winter Green can now be found on my Utube site. The video includes these green waves recently uploaded, and others set to stirring music.
LM:
Landmark(s), can be transferred to and from your inventory. LMs can be dropped into notecards and sent to anyone by dragging and dropping into their profile or IM box. LMs can also be placed in your boxed displays, merchant folders, and even marketplace! Otherwise, they can not be "brought off-world".
SLurl:
Second Life url (uniform resource locator). They resemble a web address. SLurls can be shared but not "passed" like a LM. They can be pasted into any chat box, IMs, group/conference chats, and externally like FB, Insta, flickr, blogs, utube, etc.
#landmarks #SLurls #tutorial #Firestorm
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"How do you even SL?!:
*A group for tutorials, hacks, tips, tricks and DIYs to improve your Second Life!
WTF and OOPS moments are welcomed!
The Three Amigos
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZ3KVYt8__A
I have given this a new name because of my wonderful flickr friend leapfrog
who named it for me and sent a link to the three amigos on utube!
check out his site....he is great! www.flickr.com/photos/leapfrog_photo/
wild aster buds
What more can I say! We've stood together now for more than Thirty Eight years and I Love Her More each Day! ~ # 215 ~ Explore! Thanks for the Views ~ My Flickr Friends!!!! ;>)
Bill Whithers "Just The Two Of Us" UTube
A couple months ago I decided to change the manner in which I was taking photos. It was not that I was not getting some good photos but more that I should be doing better. I decided to go back to shooting in manual, something I had not done much of since I started shooting in digital. I had originally learned to shoot in a fully manual camera with film so I thought I could figure it out.
I was pleased with some aspects of using Manual but it also meant learning how to process them differently. Processing had become almost a blindfolded process, almost a formula, which was not good. I needed to relearn to look at each photo individually and carefully think about what I could do to make it better. So back to the books, the net, Utube videos and examining the photographic work of those people I admire.
This shot is one that I am much more pleased with.
View from my computer room (through the screen) Minus 12c. this morning - a good way to start the winter season. --- --- This is the first movement of the Winter Conceto by Vivaldi. The second movement is very special too; but I cant find it on UTube. www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9Oyd3jG5hY
A week ago I posted images of Buddy and Beau having "treed" a squirrel....they did it again a day ago.....here they are in a video in their patient quest waiting for the squirrel to come down....Dusty, Red and Pretty are, as ever, not amused.
Vimeo:
IFilm
www.ifilm.com/myifilm/shadowplay
Veoh
www.veoh.com/videos/v342033Y8fNQZbn
UTube
I saw this recipe on Utube.
It was the wettest dough I have ever worked with. They have turned out well and taste lovely while warm, cold. they are even better.
27th January 2018 Home Stafford UK.
Converting from cups was a palaver. So I will put English measurements.
1 sachet dried yeast
4 1/2oz oatmeal flour
4 1/2oz plain flour
4 1/2oz Wholemeal flour
Level Tablespoon Honey
half teaspoon salt
Half pint water
Quarter pint milk
2oz butter
eggwash and a few Oats
Method
Melt butter in milk and water
Cool to tepid and add honey. Mix well. Add 1 sachet dried yeast and leave to sit for 10 minutes.
Mix all dry ingredients.
Add milk mixture and mix until it start to become less sticky, knead as best you can for about 10 minutes.
Put to prove in a warm place for about 1 hour.
Knock down the dough cut and shape and put on a greased baking tray.
Prove for 45 minutes
Coat with eggwash sprinkle a few oats on top
Cook for approx 20 minutes at 200 C
i500#2 a thousand visitors and over fifty favourites see and here her on Utube hk.youtube.com/watch?v=49nbmIKyP4g
see also www.flickr.com/photos/wychwood/sets/72157594158423996/
#27 of 57,000 for "Child Nature" on Yahoo search
#18 of about 30,900,000 for "free falling child"
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Taken last sunday morning during a stint with my good bud Grantthai... along the Pa Sak Jolasid Dam site.. We were driving along and by accident (nearly ) stumped on a fabulous little site where we shot off lots of frames.. I was thinking what a nice frame for the transition at the end of my first true flickr pro account year..
Have fabulous NEW YEAR and thank you for the lessons.. :-)
The sky on the image is as seen.. very unique it was that morning..
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Prise Dimanche dernier tres tot lors d'une promenadre tres matinale avec mon pote Grantthai.. On roulait doucement le long du perimetre du barrage de Pa Sak Jolasid et on est tomber sur un petit coin super a photgraphier... Donc on a tirer en pagaille et je me suis dit que ce serait bien de terminer ma premiere annee sur Flickrs pro avec cette image... :-)
A tous et a toutes que 2009 vous apporte Sante Bonheur et Prosperite :-)
Ciao :-)
Ce ciel bleu est special et tel que nous l'avons vu.. Magique et rare ce bleu.. :-)
Al Stewart - Time Passages thaks to Utube
I have been birding for over a dozen years first time I have seen someone use a portable blind. I have seen them in utube videos and for sale online but never one in actual use. I think the idea is to blend into the scenery, but this stood out a thousand meters away.
" A Moko Jumbie is a stilts walker or dancer. "Moko" means healer in Central Africa and "jumbi", the Trinidadian term for a ghost or spirit that may have been derived from the Kongo language word zumbi." - Wikipedia
Today is Ash Wednesday. Two days of Carnival in Trinidad and Tobago has ended. Here are some highlights of the King and Queen Carnival 2024 competition that I snapped from UTube.
New Video;
autofocus ambivalence : motion : abstracted ritual
Music by Philip Glass
(no dolls, promise...)
Veoh (best quality]: www.veoh.com/videos/v707958YmT7Wpxr
Utube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjqpwA302lk
Vimeo: www.vimeo.com/225422
[For Ron/av_producer:
flickr.com/photos/av_producer/
whose day in day out superb exploration of images has inspired this video.]
2023 A New Year's Eve Soliloquy
I was asked recently by a friend if I would ever be likely to teach someone what
he/she felt were my skills at pickpocketing.
Extremely flattering as the question was, I had never thought of what we do as a skill. Rather than just role play, or taking advantage of a friend’s condition ( like Pissed drunk, or compellingly overwhelmed emotionally) that makes them vulnerable.
We had a discussion over this with my brother and our group of friends, concluding that since non of us would ever try to do a lift on a stranger for keeps, the topic of this being an actual skill is pretty much mute.
That all being said, if there are professional pickpockets that are adept enough to actively lift jewelry from a victim, then either they are incredibly skilled, or just know how to spot an advantage brewing that would cook up into a victim’s concocting condition as described above.
For a clearer example of a concocting condition, let me relate my own experience this past New Year’s Eve.
As is our habit, my friends and I celebrated New Year's Eve at our local “The Poet & Peasant Pub”.
I was on the decorations committee, so I was there to observe most of the guests coming in.
I was at the top of the stairs leading to the upper rooms, placing a party hat on Erik, the skull of the medieval poet who is the pub’s namesake. The macabrely grinning thing sits high on a ledge of the stairs overlooking the pub and its guests (peasants).
So I had a great vantage point to take an early drink and watch.
A friend(and he knows of whom I speak) had sorta challenged me to make a lift this evening. So it was with a thief’s eye that I tried to look innocent as I watched the partiers coming in.
The pub proper is not large, but it has two larger first-floor rooms, one for dance, the other for dart competitions. Since we usually can expect a crowd of two hundred, all three areas come into play.
The upstairs rooms are old bedrooms used for various pub-related antics.
Now, It’s not supposed to be a dressy affair at this party, but the guests, regulars, and visitors make it one.
The gents in suits, and tuxes, the lady’s getting a second chance to show off by wearing an old gown or dress they’ve only worn once.
Rhinestones and pearls are the majority of jewels worn with splashy brilliance.
This year was no exception.
Once it was in full swing one would have thought it was an after-party at a actors' awards show.
Use that thought to picture in your mind a quick visual without me going into boring paragraphs of detail.
But for a brief idea, I’ll describe what my clique was wearing…
Which, since it was one(or more)of us girls that became a victim that evening, it appears appropriate to do so.
So, In my role-play thief's mind I observed:
First off, myself.
I had on a smart ocean blue coloured satin dress with a below-knee length skirt and a slick solid top with a mock turtleneck collar. The sleeves flared out just below my elbows. I was wearing my gold necklace set with diamond Sapphire rhinestones with matching long earrings. Also being worn was my rhinestone cuff bracelet. The same one my brother once nicked from me at the very pub we were now partying at.
I also added two of my real cocktail rings to complete the glittery effect.
As far as the type of mark I’d be for a thief? Well if being a twit came in degrees, and I was in my monthly period, I would be certified as a solid brown belt. If I was wearing real jewels, thieves would be able to have a field day lifting the bloody things, as did actually happen to me in a very similar situation as this evening. But it was not done by a real thief, just by an opportunist who took advantage of a victim who had been having herself a pisser.
But then, this is not that story.
My friend Byrne was wearing an old-fashioned black tux, black vest, black shirt, and blue bow tie, topped off by a black bowler. He had to work late at the Dyfed station that day and said he was wearing the suit he had on. So it was a pleasant surprise to see him dressed up, and I let him know it in no uncertain terms.
My brother was dapper in his tawny-colored herringbone vest suit, brown silk shirt, and gold satin necktie. A gold satin handkerchief stuck jauntily out from a vest pocket.
Ginny had again poured her lithe figure into the sleek satin Japanese-style Qipao sheath dress she had bought to wear in a play she acted in last spring. It was midnight black with a brite lime green inner lining and tight lime green Lycra pants. The only decoration on the elegant dress was a glittery silver rhinestone Dragon, with green slanted eyes and a red fiery tongue. It was embroidered crawling up one side of the dress, reaching around up towards her bosom.
Ginny was wearing a bib-style necklace of rhinestone emeralds with matching earrings.
The necklace she usually wore was still in a police evidence locker at Dyfed ( see my tea party story).
Her hair was held up on one side by a glittery clip. She wore no gloves, so her diamond rhinestone cuff bracelet lay on bare skin, as were the 3 cocktail rings she was wearing.
Ginny would be a tougher nut for thieves to crack. For she is logical to a fault and witty. She is also a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu.
But one really after her jewels, would just have to follow her around to see she is on the wee bit clumsy side. I immediately thought how useful a satin handkerchief could be if employed along the high, partially exposed neckline of her gown to acquire her necklace. And I happened to now know where to obtain one ….
Two other two close friends (members of our role-playing troupe) also eventually showed up.
Merrick was dashing in a James Bond-styled black tux. The vest he wore had a gold and black calico silk pattern.
His Heather enticingly was wearing a very shiny black satin, slightly off shoulders gown with long white lace frills hanging down from the neckline and the gown’s puffy elbow-length sleeves.
Her jewellery was a ruby rhinestone necklace with matching earrings. Like Ginny, one side of her hair was pulled back and held by one of her real diamond chip hair clips. She wore black satin gloves, and around one wrist was the wide tennis bracelet Merrick had given her last Valentine’s Day. It was a beauty, two rows of diamonds and a centre row of round rock rubies. She also wore twin ruby cocktail rings.
Heather is a timid meek little thing who blushed easily and turn her head away whenever complimented(think of Actress Alison Pill ). Also, those black satin gloves of hers would hinder feelings of lifting from her skin.
Mum and Auntie were also in attendance.
Mum was wearing a shimmering dress of silvery metallic material. She was wearing a necklace of round diamond rhinestones, with matching earrings and bracelets. They were ones I first “borrowed “, sneaking them out of mum’s day jewel case and started wearing as my twin and I began first exploring our games of thievery.
Her personality and looks matched the actress Haley Mills. Her eyes getting delightfully large as she was surprised by something. It would be worth trying for her necklace just to witness that reaction.
Father was working the Dyfed station this evening, so my bodyguard-built uncle was the escort of both ladies.
Uncle(or the man from U.N.C.L.E . As I thought of him) was a rugby player in his youth and still had the physic for it. The tight tux he wore looked like it was bursting from the seams over his muscular build. But for all his looks he was a pussycat. Though a fierce darts competitor.
Auntie was very elegant in a long white silk dress with a red and green flowery print. She was wearing her gleaming set of pearls.
Our Aunt reminded me of the actress Janine Duvitski, in looks, and the way she was insecure, like Janine’s character in the Telly series” Waiting for God.” She was a foil to far too many things in her life and would offer no challenge to a proper thief, which may be her saving grace.
Then there was our cousin Michelle(Micke)
She has come there with a group of her coworkers but divided her time with us.
Micke was enticingly wearing a very sleek, slick brown satin fully off-shoulder number that nicely outlined her petite figure as it poured along it down to her silver high heels.
Her Jewels were a sparkling collection that consisted of a wide V-shaped necklace that looked like a falling river of rhinestones, amazingly sparkling chandelier earnings, her favorite diamond-appearing bracelet, and several enticing rings.
But the real showpiece was the eye-grabbing broach she had pinned to the gown just at her waistband. It had a sparrow egg-sized diamond at its centre.
Now blonde Micke just wears her heart upon her sleeve. Just as gullible as her mum, she has fallen victim to many of our pranks. Micke was easy prey to a compliment or falling into a tight, searching hug.
And by now most of the rest of the crowd had entered.
I tapped Erick’s boney jaw open so the poor sod of a poet was grinning, then came down from my perch to begin mugging, er, mingling.
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And so the party rambled on, properly behaving like most pub-held New Year’s Eve affairs.
I highly recommend going to one if you have never been.
Plenty to drink, and eat, games to play dancing to music( ours was live this year) camaraderie, storytelling and jokes, attempts to lite the cigar someone had stuck in Erik’s mouth, etc
Oh, And did I mention games?
Especially the one I was playing on my own, pretending to be a thief on the prowl.
I did miss one early opportunity on me mum’s necklace when I stood behind her in the snack line. She had literally backed into me and was reaching down to snag a small pork pie, exposing her throat and necklaces' clasp. But uncle was in front of her and turned to look as she asked him if he had one for himself.
Victims 1 Thief 0
But then as the night went by quickly and since I’m not a real thief, I found myself having so much fun I almost forgot I was looking for a further lifting opportunity.
Almost…
End Acte 1
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Acte 2
Almost forgot I had been dared to do a lift, that is until I had l came out of the loo around 11:00 and realized I was on my own.
For the first time that evening.
Everyone I had been with was split up into small groups now doing their own thing
I could either join in, watch, or….
And now I thought licking my freshly touched-up lips, time to do something on my own.
So like my pretend thief, I decided to have a walk around and seek an opportunity amongst my chosen potential victims.
Byrne, Merrick, Uncle, and my brother Craig were we’re still playing darts with another group of men. I had been watching before slipping away to freshen up.
Micke and one of her co-workers ( in green taffeta) were amongst a group dancing. I thought of cutting in as a possibility to make a score, for that glittering broach of hers was an enticing calling card.
I watched for a minute or so when suddenly an opening appeared that paved my way in. A man had cut in and was dancing with Micke’s girlfriend. His back to Micke. I curled my fingers while licking my lips ready to plunge in and make a lift of a glittery broach.
I got no more than two steps in when the music stopped and the dancers headed off the floor in the opposite direction, including my Cousin.
I walked away, my heart pounding.
Victims 2 Thief 0
Our Mum and Auntie were sitting at a side table of the long mahogany bar, chatting away. Mum has an almost empty glass, so I surmised she may need to be making a trip to the ladies' room. I stored away that tidbit.
But there, in an opposite corner, underneath Erik’s perch, a makeshift stage was set up. With guests coming up to tell jokes and stories.
It was at one of the tables, chairs backed against the stairway, Ginny and Heather sat listening to an Irishman telling one of his drinking stories.
Both, in my thief’s eye, were a royal treat to be observed. Two enticingly dressed and deliciously jeweled prospects, very distracted, sitting in a rather vulnerable location.
It was all far too tempting, and I felt an overwhelming urge to acquire a piece of jewellery and strted to excitedly tingle from deep within.
Ginny’s necklace was beckoning with a flashy invitation. Heather's elegantly gloved hands with the inviting jewelry she wore, also called out to my inner thief with a fiery blazing hot lure.
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The Irishman telling the joke was holding a long cigar as he started, his accent and mannerisms adding much embellishment to the story.
(Look up on Utube Mike Dunafon. An Irish drinking joke)
“Irishman Paddy O'Brien has moved to a small city in Wales. And as men are won’t to do, looks for a new local. He walks into the first pub he finds, and tells the bartender, "Give me three pints of Guinness."
The bartender obediently brings him three pints…..
As the story started I had circled over to the empty staircase and snuck up it till I was level with Heather and Ginny’s chairs. Then I sat down.
I earlier decided that my game would be to lift a piece and make it outside to the victim’s car and write gotcha on it, for my thief to win, if I was caught or stopped by anyone, then I lost.
The Irishman took a long puff of his cigar and carried on.
Paddy proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they're gone. Then he rose, threw coins on the table, winked at the bar mistress, and left.
Meanwhile, I was leaning against the rails, my hands reaching out to the back of Ginny’s throat, aiming for the clasp of her emerald-laden necklace. Figuring once the punchline was given, the laughing (if it was as funny as I hoped) would provide the perfect opportunity.
The Irishman continues…
The next Saturday evening Paddy walks in, hanging his cap, taking a seat, he walks again and orders three more pints.
The bartender brings them over, and says, "Sir, you don't have to order three pints at a time. I can keep an eye on one and when you get low, I'll bring you a fresh pint."
Paddy responds, "You don't understand. I just moved to wales and I have two brothers, one in Australia and one Canada. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we'd still drink together. So right now, me brothers are having three Guinness Stouts and we're drinking together.
The bartender thought that it was a wonderful tradition and said as much.
Both Ginny and Heather were now leaning back in their chairs. My fingers had been slowly working on pulling Ginny’s necklace down lower on her back so it would dangle. Just then Heather put her arms behind her chair. Her bracelet danced with rippling sparks that just cried out to the thief in me to be taken.
So, as the Irishman took a sip of his drink, I moved my hands from Ginny, and moving down a stair reached for Heather’s ruby bracelet. As the next part of the joke was told, I delicately worked at removing it.
Now, every week for several years Paddy came in and ordered three pints at a time.
Then one Saturday week he came in and ordered only two pints.
He solemnly drank them, rose. Put on his cap and went over to pay his tab.
The bartender, who had worriedly been watching, said to Paddy, "I know your tradition, and I'd just like to say that I'm sorry that one of your brothers died."
Paddy responded, “oh no, both my brothers are just fine Dontchay knows now.”
The Bartender, puzzled asked, “then why only two beers now? laddie?”
But I never heard the answer, for as Paddy was still drinking his two beers, I had fiendishly slipped off Heather’s glittering ruby bracelet from around her sleekly gloved wrist and had snuck off the staircase and was heading towards the back door.
Victims 3 Thief 1
I managed to slip past the table where my Aunt sat( mum was gone).
Behind me, I hear vigorous laughter and applause at the ending of the Irishman’s joke.
I would have to ask later what it was.
Then, by the entrance to the dart room, I waited until everyone was watching a dart being thrown before walking past the room.
The dance floor was again packed. But I couldn’t spy Micke, so I took a chance and scurried past.
I made it to the door, excitedly letting out my breath as I pulled it open and slipped through into the chilly night.
A couple was walking in the parking lot, so I ducked into a shadowy side alley and skirted around a fence. Kneeling, I peeked through the pickets.
I did not know the couple, but they obviously had been having a great time, though I wondered why they were leaving so soon. The lady was dressed in a blue taffeta gown with prickling rhinestone adornments. Her jewelry also prickled fire in the moonlit evening.
In my thief’s eyes, I saw them being approached and held up. The lady is forced to hand over her jewels to a masked female thief. Not me though, the thief I was picturing had bigger boobs.
Of course, that would be something only I would find to be that amusing, and let out a giggle.
They both heard it and looked around as I slinked back into the shadows.
They shrugged it off and got inside the car.
I took my eyes off them and soon spotted Merrill and Heather’s black sports car.
I rose.
Suddenly a male voice snarled sinisterly from behind me...
“Who let you out all dressed up looking like a mugger's dream?”
I let out a shriek as I jumped up and turned around.
Byrne stood there grinning.
I playfully pounded his shoulder, my heart thumping as I scolded him between breaths that gave off wisps of vapor into the cold night.
“Byrne you rotter. Scared the Jesus out of me you did, and almost peed my undies. And how would that have looked I ask you?!”
Byrne held onto my shoulders and laughed.
“Sorry, you looked so mischievous as I saw in the corner of my eye you sneaking out. I followed, then lost you until I heard the giggle. So tell me what you are up to now?”
I explained to him my game, that upon the thief’s success, I had come out to write “gotcha” on the car door.
“Then what were you gonna after that Ms. Cadence?”
“Follow Heather out when she left and give it back …?”
Byrne looked thoughtfully at Merrick’s car.
“I have got a better idea. She won’t know who did it.”
He led me over to his auto. Goes to the back and pulls a long slender bar from what I call his cop box, in the trunk.
We go over to Merrick’s black sports car and Byrne, looking around first, uses the tool to lift the latch on the passenger side.
“Now lay her bracelet out on the seat.
I did so letting it curl up on the black leather, where it lay sparkling. Then I locked and shut the door.
With a smirk, Byrne reminded me not to forget what else I was going to do
I nodded and in the dirty side of the door, I traced the word “Gotcha” as Byrne went over to put back his tool.
Arm in arm, with a co-conspirator's air, we walked onto the sidewalk, making our way to the front of the pub and went back inside. Innocent as a sparrow…
Another gent was getting up on the stage telling a story so we went and joined Ginny and Heather with an air of innocence as we began laughing along with them.
An old Irishman, Paddy, is about to go to his eternal reward. He looks at his grieving friend, Mike, and says, "Michael, I have one last request."
Ginny’s necklace was still lifted and the backside hanging down. She hadn’t noticed that fact. Nor had giggling Heather noticed her flashy bracelet was now missing.
"Anything, Paddy," Mike says. "What is it?"
"In me kitchen pantry lad, you'll find a bottle of whiskey from the year I was born. When they put me in the ground will you pour it over me grave as a final salute?"
"I will, Paddy," Mike says.
“Thank you Michael, you have been a true and thoughtful lad.”
I nudged Byrne and pointed to my wrist. He looked over and saw that Heather had her hand on the table, with her other gloves hand over it. I was tingling with excitement over how my game had played out.
Byrne nudged me back and I shook my head in agreement. He was loving the fact that we had pulled it off. So like a man to take the whole credit now that he had contributed a wee bit to my game.
We both turned back to listen to the stories finish.
"But Paddy?”
Mike asks earnestly ….
“Would you be minding if I be passing it through me kidneys first?"
The whole room erupted into laughter as the gent merrily raised his glass.
It was then announced that we were only ten minutes away from midnight and everyone should take their places.
I gasped inwardly. Blimey had not been keeping track of the time.
Byrne helped us out of our chairs, and we followed Ginny and Heather to where my brother was standing next to Merrick.
Lights soon dim as the countdown begins
10,9,8,
Everyone behind us is prancing around
7,6,5
We go around hugging. I lift my brother's satin handkerchief from his pocket as I hug him.
4,3,2
I hug Ginny
Wrapping the handkerchief around Ginny’s throat as we hug. Feeling the clasp of her necklace. Oh so tempting.
Victims 4 Thief 1
Then 1 was called out at the stroke of midnight.
“Happy new years everybody!!!”
Lights flicker horns are honked, crackers exploded, and drinks were toasted.
As Ginny turns to hug my brother, I grab and hug Heather, seeing Merrick and Byrne hugging.
I then pull Bryne from his man crush on Merrick and hug him.
Then we spilt up to wish others a Happy New Years.
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We party for another hour before Merrick and Heather say they must leave.
We say our goodbyes and as Byrne and I watch Heather being helped on with her wrap we smirk at each other knowing what she will be finding on her car seat. Love to be a fly on the wall for that.
The music was still playing. A series of slow dances now that the party was winding down.
As we dance, Byrne, looking over at Ginny, commented:
“Damn if Ginny’s necklace isn’t a corker. If I’d been playing your game, I would have had a go for it, though I may have needed a bit of good luck to pull it off.”
I smirked and explained I had originally been attempting to lift it but had gone for the bracelet instead…and that in his case luck may have been needed, but it would not have been good.”
Then, as we both were watching Ginny, with that lovely necklace just sparking away around her throat, I purred into his ear…
“Say the word, and I’ll get for you, my love.”
He shook his head no…
“The scary part is if I said yes you would do it.”
I giggled:
“And wear it until she noticed.”
Byrne smiled:
“You will play nice here the rest of the party won’t you now?”
I nodded as a delighted thought crept into my head.
“So if Ginny had been skulking outside would you have snuck up on her luv, maybe had her hand it over?”
“And have my arse thrown over the fence. No, think I’ll stick to the easily distracted ones who meltdown in my arms.”
“Dream on mister.” I chide him happily.
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Early the next morning as the last of us were kicked out long after the party was officially over, Byrne bundled me into his car, knowing I was too wasted to drive my own self home. I sat there in a mute stupor, hornily replaying the evening's fun.
Suddenly Byrne spoke into the windshield.
“Let’s go to the playground.”
I perked up, for ideas like that usually came from me.
“Your drunk.” I teases
“Well, So are you Lass.”
“But it’s too cold. Let’s go to your flat and play at burglars…”
Byrne, sensing my hot flashy feelings, nudged me…
“I knew you would like to role-play since you were playing your games this evening.”
I poked him
“You were the one to mention muggers. Steal my jewelry and strip me naked, is that what’s in your head me lad?”
“Something like that.”
“Do you have your cuffs?”
That perked him up royally.
“Do you want me to use them?”
I giggled with a burgeoned horny appetite.
“Yes, laddie. On yourself. So you can do the thieving and stripping of my easily distracted person without using your hands.”
I do so enjoy it when one can score by making my Byrne speechless.
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So I would like to think that in real life, once upon a time, there may have been an actual pickpocket attending an actors' award show after a party, with real jewellery being worn, that may have seen what I saw, made observations as I did. and lurked, and waited to take advantage of the situation once it developed.
As I did.
Food for thought
Fini
Mike Dunafon. An Irish drinking joke
Still in the lake District here..and managed another post that took me longer so I had to work on it late at night to finish it.....I think that is Mikeldore Pass that people climb to the top...there are Utubes to see on this adventure...one fellow called the varied rocks they must traverse "nasty scrabble"...it
looked easy to fall down to me...
Laure mentioned the mountains would improve with better color values and I know that's right...just didn't "get er done" here...I plan to in the future..