Saturday, February 28, 2009

Two P.C's thought their eyes were playing tricks on them when they saw this giant rabbit........wouldn't yours?

PC Matt Jackson and Yasmin Mossadegh came across this giant rabbit at 2.20 a.m. in Canterbury.

They tried to catch it in case it caused an accident but it was too fast for them.

P.C. Jackson said:
"After several failed attempts trying to grab the rabbit, we removed our coats to try to cover it with a bullfighting technique. Again this failed.

Pet loving members of the public who were

passing by saw us struggling and rushed to our assistance. Now, with ten pairs of hands at the ready, the rabbits time was coming to an end."

They chased the rabbit for about 200 yards before it was finally detained.

They named him Tiny.

The rabbit was taken to a nearby animal hospital.

No-one knew where it had come from.

A rare quail from the Philippines was photographed for the first time before being sold as food.
Found only on the island of Luzon, worcester's buttonquail was known solely through drawings based on dated museum specimens collected several decades ago.
Scientists had suspected the species-listed as "data deficient" on the International Union for Conservation of Nature's 2008 Red List-was extinct.
A TV crew documented the live bird in a market before it was sold in January.
Michael Lu, president of the wild bird club of the Philippines told the AFP the bird's demise should inspire a "local consciousness" about the regions threatened wildlife.
"What if it was the last of it's species?" Lu said.
However, the buttonquail is from a "notoriously cryptic and unoftrusive family of birds" according to the nonprofit Birdlife International, so the species may survive in other regions.

Friday, February 27, 2009

I was a little disappointed with the photos I showed you when I did the blog about my grandfather because I felt you couldn't really see the rifles on the spoons.
I have just found this picture and I think you can see the design a little clearer.
As I said of all the 25 silver spoons my grandfather won for shooting these are my fav. Simply because the handles are rifles.
It is unusual but it is just fab at the same time!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A young blonde woman, in her twenties, decided to go to Melbourne and visit her friends.
She arrived at the airport and got on the plane.
She decided she would fly first class and not economy as she had booked, so she sat down in the first class department and picked up a magazine and started to read.
About half an hour into the flight a steward approached her and asked for her ticket.
"I'm sorry" she said "But this is first class and your booked for the economy department, so I'll have to ask you go to the economy department."
The young lady looked up and said to the steward:
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'm staying in the first class department."
The steward didn't argue with her and went and fetched a senior steward, she explained what had happened and he said:
"Don't worry, I'll sort it."
So off he went to the first class department and spoke to the lady. He also explained that she could not stay in the first class department.
The young lady looked up at the steward and said:
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'll stay in the first class department."
he was rather startled at her reply but he didn't say anything to her and decided he would have a word with the pilot.
He explained the situation and told he pilot what she had said.
"I'm blonde and beautiful so I'll stay in the first class department."
The pilot looked at the steward and said:
"I'm married to a blonde, I'll sort it out."
The pilot walked into the first class department and leans down to the young lady and whispers in her ear.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." She said as she jumps up grabs her bag and walks towards the economy department.
The stewards could not believe it.
"What did you say to her?" They asked.
"Oh" the pilot said. "I just explained that first class was not flying to Melbourne."

Friday, February 20, 2009

This is my grandfather, Frank Ponting.

He is my mother's father.

Frank was born on February 13th 1902.

He grew up and joined the Grenadier guards and became a sergeant, he met my grandmother, Lilian, and they married.

They had two children, a boy and girl, unfortunately the boy died a few hours old. (What they now call a cot death.) Leaving one girl, Ruth, my mum.

My mum was born on the 19th May 1929.

Frank was at Chelsea barracks and he was discharged from the Grenadier guards on the 7th June 1937 and he took a job as a security man at Batas.

During this time he became very ill with T.B. (Tuberculosis)

Frank died on the 3rd January 1938.
He was 36 years old.

He is buried at Old Marston, Oxford.

My grandmother died on the 15th June 1986, aged 86 years.

In all this time my grandmother rarely talked about 'her frank' but she did have a photograph of him, in uniform, hanging in her flat. It was there for years until she died. If I can find that photo I will show you.

My mum never found out what year they were married as she felt she couldn't ask my nan and my nan never spoke of it.

All my mum remembers is an ambulance coming to the house, bells ringing, (no sirens then) and a few hours later my nan walking into the house and saying:

"He's gone, Ruth."

She sat down and cried all night.

My nan never remarried.

I cannot explain why I am fascinated by him, it could be because I never met him and I often think about what he has missed, in the sense of grandchildren and even great grandchildren.

He was so young to be taken.

I have printed some photos of him in uniform and also of his 25 silver spoons he won at shooting. He did this at Bisley.
My favourite ones are the ones that have rifles as handles.
My mum has had these for years, she will never let them go.

That's all really, I can't say anymore as we just don't know anymore.
I wish I did.
Frank in his uniform. (sorry about the light on the photo but these are very old photos and fading now.) As for the child....???? don't know I'm afraid.
Please click on these photos to enlarge them.

My grandfather is the last one on the right, sitting down

These are the 25 silver spoons my grandfather won for shooting.

My favourite spoons.

The handles of these spoons are rifles.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I promised a couple of weeks ago I would do a blog about my grandfather.Yes, I will very soon, probably friday now.

But as I explained I needed some photos of him and especially of his silver spoons that he won for shooting. My mum has all these, and as I explained she lives in Oxford so we will have to wait until we visit them to get these photos.

Well, last sunday off we went to Oxford and visited my mum and stepfather, Bruce, I had already explained what I was going to do and my mum had the spoons ready for me to take the photos. Then out came the old photos.

Well, you know what it's like.

Seeing yourself as a little girl/boy and the clothes you were wearing.

You loved them then, but now?

So, just to prove it to you, here's a photo of me and my friends. This photo was in Jane's garden, she was our next door neighbour and my best friend. Look at all the washing hanging out.

Far left is the little girl who lived two doors away, but I cannot remember her name now.

Next to her is Jane.

Then there is Angela, Jane's sister, she's the one on the swing.

Third on the right is Susan, Jane's other sister.


Just look at my face!

My clothes!

My trousers!

That was the height of fashion then y'know.

No hipsters in those days.

But just look at my face!

My god, I would frighten anyone with that smile.

Oh, I do hope you laugh as much as we did.

It was hilarious

P.S. please click on the photo to make it even larger, then you will really see the face I'm pulling, although I am think I'm trying to smile really!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced one another
Drew their swords and shot each other.
One was blind the other couldn't see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee,
A blind man went to see fair play
A dumb man went to shout 'hooray'
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and shot the two dead boys.
A paralysed donkey walking by,
Kicked the policeman in the eye,
Sent him through a rubber wall
Into a ditch and drowned them all.
I see said the blind man to the deaf dog,
Free admission, pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor,
I'll tell you a story I know nothing about.
In the middle of the morning
In the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and killed the two dead boys,
A paralysed donkey came their way and kicked them over a 10ft wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.

(If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man-he saw it too.)

Monday, February 16, 2009

For deb, this is my favourite one,

Springtime in the Rockies, snow was raining fast,
When a man barefooted with clogs on came slowly tearing past,
He went round a straight crooked corner, to see a dead donkey die,
he pulled out his pistol to stab him,
and the donkey gave him a kick in the eye.
For deb,

There was a crooked man and he walked the crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile,

He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

The content of this poem has a history about it.

The crooked gentleman was reportedly Scottish General Sir Alexander Leslie.

The general signed a convenant securing religious and political freedom for Scotland.

The 'crooked stile' was the border between England and Scotland.

The 'crooked house' refers to the fact that there was a lot of animosity between the English and Scottish.
The word 'crooked' is pronounced 'crookED', the emphasis being placed on the 'ED'. This was common in olde england and many references can be found in this type of pronunciation in the works of William Shakespeare. (1564-1616)

Saturday, February 14, 2009

(Please click on picture to enlarge it) This mural, from Cochrane, was sent to me from David farley and I think it is fantastic.
Cochrane is NW of Calgary and East of Banff which is in the foothills of the rockies.

If you look closely enough you will see that it is made up of individual pictures.
Each picture is 1ft square and each one is done by a different artist. You can see the result when all the pictures are put together.
How brilliant is that?

Thankyou David you have sent me many interesting things but this is just great.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Since this snow has hit us, everybody has been moaning about the schools closing.
Some feel there was no need to close the schools and I must admit I agree with that.
However, there is one headmaster that was determined not to close his school

Mr Andrew Perry of St. Katharine's in Savernake, Wilts, actually camped at his school.
Mr. Perry has a round trip of fifty miles to get to his school and when he heard about the snow he took a mattress and food with him.

The primary was closed on the first day of the snow, monday, but Mr. Perry has stayed camped in his office.

He said:
"The heating is going strong and I have a supply of coffee."

Well, at least that was one headmaster determined not to close his school, probably much to the disappointment of the school children, but I admire him.

Well done Mr. Perry, I wish there was more like you.

If women ruled the world.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Wow, more snow.

This sculpture was found outside Nottingham's headquarters when a rather tired and exhausted P.C. decided to lighten up his shift with this snowman P.C.

P.C. Roman Szablewski built this snowman P.C. when he was finishing his night shift on Monday.

He said:
"It can be stressful working at the headquarters that I thought it would be a bit of a giggle to lighten the mood as people came to work."

That is a brilliant piece of sculpture, don't you think?

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Well, that's a good start to my weeks holidays.
I have just been to the dentist and had yet another tooth out.
I started to have tooth ache (yet again) a couple of weeks ago so I made an appointment to see my dentist. I thought it would be a filling. But no, out it came.
It is one of the back ones so you can't see it, thank god.
My dentist is on holiday so I saw Mr. xxx who is a private dentist. (I will be charged NHS) not private. When he saw my teeth and I explained that I was soon going to have a plate fitted.He explained that he didn't think I should have a plate put in because my bottom front teeth aren't strong enough to hold the plate. (!!!)

You see, the awful thing is, last year I had three lower back teeth out, on my right side, over a period of about 6 months and I disgust with my dentist about having false ones fitted. Which they call a plate. She agreed although it's costing £600.00 which I am paying monthly. They have been very good to allow me to do this but I have been going there for 20 years and I have always paid them so I guess they thought this would be o.k.
Anyway, the treatment started.
Firstly, a fitting, that took ten minutes and was fine. My dentist explained that with one tooth left at the back the plate would be fitted and that tooth at the back would take the pressure.
By that I mean they would fit a wire and a tube like thing on the plate and it would be wound around the last back tooth. So, the dentist looked at the back tooth and told me that because it's old (well, they are 52 years old!!) I would need a new filling and that it would have to be a private one because the NHS fillings are not strong enough to hold the plate.
She explained that she would charge me for a NHS filling not a private one.
Great I thought.
So, she did the filling there and then and off I went quite happily.
Two days later, while I was at work I suddenly felt something in my mouth, yes you've guessed it.
The bloody filling.
I wasn't in any pain but after work I went straight to the dentist and told her what had happened. She looked and sighed. She said to me:
"Oh dear, I'm afraid your tooth wasn't strong enough for that filling, it has broke in two.
You'll have have that removed."
My heart sunk.
One tooth removed that day.

But what about the plate, I asked.
"Oh that's alright Annette." She said. "It can be fitted with wires."
Looks like I have no choice. But there we are, can't be that bad, many people have this done.
I have to wait six months before they allow me to start treatment for the plate again, this is so my mouth can settle after having my one last remaining tooth extracted.

I think I might just as well have the last remaining ones extracted and just have false teeth.
It's costing me a fortune just to keep the last few I've got going.

I have made an appointment with the dentist, next week, to disgust this and we'll go from there.
Will let you know what the result is.

I'm sure your interested!!!

(he he)

I think we had some snow, don't you?

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Yesterday, Monday, 4 of us went outside to have a ciggie at work, yes, even in the deep snow.
Suddenly, we heard a siren and as we turned to watch , there came along a police car, with the lights blazing and siren going full blast, doing about 20MPH.
They could not go any faster because of the snow.

I must admit, it looked hilarious.
How we laughed.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

This is Vader who is two years old, and his police handler, Sergeant Simon Jeffrey.
Bradford, West Yorks.
Vader, a german shepherd, jumped a 4ft wall while chasing a car thief, not seeing a sheer drop on the other side.
Handler Sgt Simon Jeffrey feared the worst after hearing him land in 4ins of water that was running over a drainage channel.
A police helicopter was called to help and they shone their light on Vader. They could see him but they needed help so they called the fire brigade and they hauled him up with ropes.
Vader was rushed to the vets and they gave him the all clear.
He will resume duties soon.
Sgt Jeffreys said of the incident:
"I was frantic with worry. He should be dead by rights."
What a lucky dog he is.