OneGuyFromBarlick

Not to worry, it will soon be over, last week we had the misfortune to find ourselves in Asda and I noticed they have Easter Eggs on the shelves.

Talking of Easter eggs, I was travelling down a lift, six stories- no stairs, A young mum entered with a 2 year old child who was clutching an Easter egg. The youngster insisted on opening it itself and promptly dropped a small piece on the floor. Mum bent down and popped in in her bag. On the second attempt the youngster dropped a much larger piece but then like lightening bent down and popped in in its mouth. Quick learners these kids.

They always have been P. Look how well they have adapted to the modern consumer ethos and demand the latest brands and fads. I saw a report recently about the age they start using phones and tablets, I forget the figures but it was frightening. I'll bet there is an app out there somewhere that lets you order presents from Santa and in some mysterious way the information is brought to the parent's attention!
Not quite Xmas news but Jack heard his first firework last night and came to bed with me instead of staying on the sofa....

This emitter business is getting even more complicated. It could be that not only will we have to wear tinfoil under our caps but earplugs and sound absorbing cladding. The Americans are suggesting that the Cubans are using some kind of powerful low frequency ultrasonics to affect peoples brains. Link. . Of course Barlickers could be immune from this sort of attack!

Our friends' black labrador is getting on in age but he won't go out in the dark ever since as a puppy he heard noisy fireworks at night. They had a Velox window put in a kitchen extension roof and he doesn't like seeing the black night sky through it! But it's not only fireworks that cause him trouble - he has allergies too and tends to eat more veg than meat. He loves carrots and apples but it means he has to be taken out frequently in the day to be emptied!

If the reports of subdued high street trading are true there might be less fireworks sold. One thing is certain, Jack can detect a banger a mile away in a well insulated house! You don't need to shout at dogs, they hear everything!

An ominous sign..... The flower beds in the Town Square have been cleared ready for the large emitters. More and more shop windows have Xmas displays..... Brace yourselves!

How long until the Coca Cola road train......?

It wont be going to Liverpool, the Mayor has banned it on the grounds that is encourages obesity.

How sensible..... Look what it does to metal if you drop coins in it! Mind you, responding to a recommendation to drink water one person pointed out "Look what it does to the bottoms of ships!"
Everything has suddenly had the word 'Festive' added to the description.

I don’t like to smell of Coca Cola

You aren't meant to dab it on all over Sue.
I like the smell when combined with dark rum....or better still dark rum and Tia Maria!!! Many years ago a chap came into the pub in Chester where I was working and asked for a Black Russian. As the most exotic drink we served was cherry b over cider he had to show us how to make it, and that became my favourite festive tipple for a long time. The same chap told us that he was the cameraman attacked by sharks when they were filming in a cage and one forced itself through the bars. Showed us the scars on his back too, mind you, you hear a lot of tall tales when you are behind a bar.!

Wendyf wrote: ↑03 Nov 2017, 09:03...the most exotic drink we served was cherry b over cider...

In Somerset you'd probably be chased out of town for doing that to cider!

I have only drunk cider properly once in Somerset, I remember going into the pub...

Tizer wrote: ↑03 Nov 2017, 09:37

Wendyf wrote: ↑03 Nov 2017, 09:03...the most exotic drink we served was cherry b over cider...

In Somerset you'd probably be chased out of town for doing that to cider!

It looked disgusting, I was never tempted to try it....or Snowballs, or Babysham. Lager and lime was a big favourite of course, but some folk liked lager & blackcurrant....yuck!

Reminds me of a drink bought as a joke on 'initiation' nights in my Navy days. Guinness and Advocaat. Apparently like drinking puke.....

You lot have led interesting lives and it shows......

Wendyf wrote: ↑03 Nov 2017, 13:03 ..but some folk liked lager & blackcurrant.

That sounds more acceptable. I remember drinking traditional fruit-flavoured beers in Belgium and they were quite pleasant. I've seen them in more recent times in British supermarkets.

Macky and Black was quite popular at one time. When I was a young biker and we used to go rallying at the weekend the Saturday night revelries often used to include a glass of "rocket fuel". There were rules to concocting this drink. The selected drinkers all contributed to the pot for the beverage, the rules were quite simple, you could only use the optics or the top shelf behind the bar, the drink had to be either green or blue when it was finished and you had to be able to light it!

You used to see plenty of lights in the sky after sharing on of these.

I'll not mention the Nottingham Goose Fair Rally.

I was reminded of lights in the sky last night when I saw my first rocket! Jack wasn't amused and spent the night in his safe place buried in the corner behind the sofa. We will be glad when this weekend is over!

The large emitters in the Town Square haven't been erected yet, nor the small ones disguised as Xmas trees on the shop fronts. However, the TV ads are ramping up the pressure....

Now we are living in a large town again the last two evenings have been like a war zone with the whistle of rockets and bangs loud enough to rattle the windows. We opened a bottle of sparkling wine and pretended it was a celebration of our first quarter-year in this house!

You'd never think there was a High Street recession......
After our walk.... The large emitters have reappeared in the Town Square despite Sunday working!

We had another evening of fireworks here and the loudest bangs I've ever heard from a firework display. You can feel it as well as hear it, even though it was so far away we couldn't see the explosions.

Jack and I managed things quite well and it was the least traumatic Bonfire Night I can remember with him. Perhaps he's getting less gun-shy in his old age.
I noticed yesterday that even the litter in the bins is looking 'festive'!