Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s Comments (group member since Sep 20, 2013)

Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

Oh, man....the humour is hair today and gone tomorrow!

Overheard: Youngish woman complaining to older woman about older man. Older woman (her mom? Auntie?) tries to smooth things over by reminding her, "Well you know he is getting very deaf." Youngish woman replies, "Well he may be getting deaf, but he doesn't listen, either."

I think she meant he doesn't pay attention, or he just ignores what people tell him. But it cracked me up.

Oh, you can be sure if he's elected there will be hell toupee. Which makes sense as right now he's wearing the toupee from hell.

Now don't start combin' Groovy down! Are you trying to curry favour with somebody?

You're expected to do that, Mrbooks, that's what the card's for.

From the GR blurb of a children's book titled Willy and Hugh: "It's not easy being a chimp in a world of oversized gorillas."

I know the feeling.

I don't mind waiting my turn but boy I mind the well-dressed set figuring they have priority over everyone else because it's them. Particularly when you're next and they bustle up and want to push in, and there are people behind you. I always say, "You'll have to ask all the people who are waiting, not just me."

Soldiers all have martial waves.
And boy did I just date myself! (Marcel waves)

For some people like my Scouser friend, "tea" equates with the evening meal. But then he's older, I think he's 60 past. He sometimes refers to a "meat tea" if it's a copious meal.

Growing up in the Midwest, you had lunch at school, but dinner at noon at home. Supper was the evening meal unless you went somewhere fancy, then it was "out to dinner." And if you went to visit someone, they always offered coffee--which implied some sort of cake or bun or whatever.

Oh yes. Or "I'm in such a hurry." As if we couldn't possibly be.
Here in S. Spain some people (by which I mean older women) park their cart or basket in the queue and then do their shopping! That really annoys me. I do tend to step in front of it, and when they show up blustering "That's my spot!" I say, "There was no one here, how can we tell whose spot it is?" or if they're very rude I hit them with a local proverb: "If you go to Seville you lose your spot."

That's rather a bald statement, surely?

"Now, I'm not trying to minimise the problem, but..." and then they tell you how silly you're being. This is particularly annoying coming from your health care provider. If you go in with a problem that's eroding your quality of life, it IS a problem!

Not a joke as such, but it was funny. I'm not a Buffy fan, but we were watching the end of an episode waiting for another programme to start. DH asked me: “So, she’s supposed to deal with vampires and demons and bad angels, right?”
“Right.”
“And the baddies have these supernatural powers, right?”
“Right.”
“So…why do they need to use martial arts and Thai boxing stuff? Couldn’t they, just, you know—” (sketches Darth Vader Move).
“Oh. Right.”

I honestly hadn't thought of that!!

HRHDogMatix wrote: "Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all) wrote: "Does Ivor float? If not, he's not pure elephant! (Now, who got that?)"
Not me! I'm afraid"


Ivory Soap--"It floats! 99.9% pure." The old tagline from their ads.

Yes, as a character named "Rhoda" once remarked on the Mary Tyler Moore show when offered a cream cake: "Why don't I just take it and rub it straight on my hips?"

Jane wrote: "Back streets comes, I'm led to believe, from the narrow alleyways between the rear of the houses in the least salubrious areas of cities. These were the places where no sane person went after dark...."

Thanks guys. I asked Mr Google and a lot of the entries seemed to confuse it with "side streets." Shoot, I live on a side street, but not quite a back street!

Does Ivor float? If not, he's not pure elephant! (Now, who got that?)

Probably not going to Foster's. I'd like to but I'd have to convince DH and since they are in the commercial space around the local snob hotel, he'll probably say no. (Snob hotel = not necessarily the best, but where the snobs go to see and be seen.)

Golly, Doggy! LOL
You reminded me that old timers when I was a kid referred to eggs as "hen fruit" or "cackleberries" and milk as "cow squeezin's." Cow squeezin's always put me right off.

What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it?
Nothing, it just gave out a little wine.

Given the portion sizes I see on TV shows, Groovy, that's understandable. Funny that--when I was coming up in the 70s restaurants were all about giving as little as possible--special bowls and glasses to make it look like they were giving you a bigger portion than they actually were. Then in the 90s it's like they all went crazy. I have to say I couldn't eat my way through the portions I see on TV either. OK so they're probably the extreme cases, but who needs an 8 egg omelette for one person? They've opened a Foster's of Hollywood in my town and my students tell me it's good food but one portion is plenty for two people or even three.