Archive for March 2012

There’s a hole in my bucket…

Posted by on March 18th 2012 in In the News

After the scrapping of the Ark Royal we were down to just the one seaworthy carrier. I've probably said enough about that matter so I'll not go there again.

But now the Illustrious is out of the equation while it gets patched up after a minor tiff with a peacetime tugboat.

Makes you wonder how "Lusty" would have fared against a hostile attack.

Rumour has it that the repair budget's so low that they'll have to patch it up with the foil from some KitKats.

While the glue's drying, the Argies, having learned of such a vulnerability, will probably ditch their Exocets in favour of a flotilla of narrowboats.

Not for me, thanks

Posted by on March 16th 2012 in Just for fun, Lost in translation

I suppose it's a matter of taste, but I'll be reviewing my policy on foreign foods...


Thanks to Geoff for the pic.

Open the boiler-room doors, HAL

Posted by on March 14th 2012 in Just for fun

I'll assume that you know the "Ernie" tune...

You could hear his bubbles pound as they raced above the lounge,
And the clatter of his fan as it spun 'round and 'round.
And he gurgled in the attic, his badge upon his chest,
His name was Halstead, and he filled the hottest bath-tub in the west.

Now Halstead liked a gasman, a fitter known as Geoff,
Who lived at the bar of the local pub - a place well-known by Stef.
They said Geoff was too good for Hal; he was quiet, dour and blear.
But Halstead got repaired by him three times every year.

They called him Halstead, (Halsteeeeaaaaad)
And he filled the hottest bath-tub in the west.

Hal said he'd like to work like new, Geoff said, "All right, my man,"
So when he'd finished work one night he turned up in his van.
He said, "D'you want it pumping up? Pressurised like new?"
Hal said, "Gasman, I'll be happy if you just clean out my flue."

That tickled old Halstead, (Halsteeeeaaaaad)
And he filled the hottest bath-tub in the west.

Now Halstead went a knacker, so a greener bit of kit,
Called Eco Tec from Vaillant, was scheduled to be fit.
Tec tempted Stef with his flow-rate charts and his economy of gas,
And comparing his spec with the Halstead wreck it was clear that he'd kick ass.

Stef nearly swooned as the costs ballooned but Tec said, "Treat me right,
And you'll have hot baths every morning and showers every night."
Tec knew once he sampled his steamy flow he'd have his wicked way,
And all Halstead had to offer was a basin-full each day.

Poor Halstead, (Halsteeeeaaaaad)
He used to fill the hottest bath-tub in the west.

One morning Tec saw Geoff’s white fitter’s van outside Stef's door,
It didn’t surprise him to find it was still there at half past four.
Tec seemed all-appealing, economical, bright and new,
But Hal had hiked the gas-bill, and now Stef's debt was due.

And he owed it to Scottish Power, (Scottish Powerrrrrrr)
And they fuelled the most-expensive hot bath in the west.

Now Hal was dropped down from the wall, his stop-cock in a jam,
He said, "If you wanna replace me, impress the fitter-man."
"Oh why don't we fill sinks for him?" Tec sneeringly replied,
"And just to make it interesting we'll have a foot-bath on the side."

Halstead dragged him from his box and beneath the blazing sun,
They stood there fascia to fascia, Tec went for Geoff’s gas-gun.
But Halstead was too quick, things didn't go the way Tec planned,
And a Fernox-spattered spanner sent it spinning from his hand.

Now Geoff he ran between them and tried to keep them apart,
And Halstead pushed him aside but a MagnaClean caught him underneath his heart.
And as he looked up in pained surprise, he saw the lack of rust,
On a shiny new bracket that hit him in the packet and Halstead bit the dust.

Poor Halstead, (Halsteeeeaaaaad)
He couldn’t fill the hottest bath-tub in the west.

Halstead was only 17, he didn't wanna die,
Now he's gone to heat up water for that sauna in the sky.
Where the customers are filthy so there’s always soap to hand,
And a combi’s life is full of fun in that steamy hot-tub land.

But a family's needs are many fold...
so Stef he purchased Tec,
But strange things happened on commissioning night as the folks lay in their beds.
Was that the pump a-grinding? Or the flue-fan just free-wheeling?
Or Halstead's ghostly pipe-work still rattling in the ceiling?

They won't forget Halstead, (Halsteeeeaaaaad)
He used to fill the hottest bath-tub in the west.

I need to get out more so I'll get me coat... and me spanners 😳

I'll apologise to BH while I'm out.

Halstead (Hal) Quattro
1995 - 2012
Rust in Peace

No weather today

Posted by on March 9th 2012 in Just for fun, Weather

Due to cut-backs at the Met Office there will be no weather today...


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