Thread: The Temple of Grockle

No daylight savings? Isn't it mad? I'll see what I can do.

A tad weary Groc.
Only stopped twice for 5 mins today.Didnt hurt that much,RDO today(rostered day off) OVERTIME ALL DAY
Looking forward to a couple of days off,back into it monday.
Andrew

going back to Mike Harding whom Coope mentioned earlier,when we were chatting over a balmcake and a cup of tea in his coalshed,told me that he was the son of a wormbroker from 11A,Nelson Mandella St.,Stretford, Manchester(pre postcode)and his mother who was a washhouse singer(stage name,Mrs Harding),he got into poetry and singing when his fathers worms some of which wouldn't sleep and were keeping the others awake, came up with such ditty's as 'stop it wiil ya,it's not funny no more Glenys','to much a'munchin on the hoof'followed by a Radio Lancaster listerners favorite,'I gotta touch your worm cast covered slipper soles'.

His father(Riber)wanted him to follow in the family footprints of brokering worms,but when Mike found out that he couldn't due to the size of his feet(being 3 sizes bigger than all the others)looked for another careerer,so after looking through 12 Meccano magazines(various issues from 1938 to 1946)

Mike decided to sing his ditty's around Lancashire pubs and clubs and was heard by a talent scout.one Arcalor Battlemore of Chitheroe,(first to own his own scout cap in Lancashire)soon he was allover the place singing and reading his poems,from Preston slipper baths to the Queens birthday celebrations in Lancaster town hall in front of the mayor his chainship Ivor and Mrs Clegg such as 'stop pokin 'im cos 'e's dead' or classics as 'ah toad ya it won't a frog' and his all time best,'I knew that bird from the chippy who smelt of lavender moth balls'

night shift is in the house

na then Jono

looks like only you an me then admral

looks that way you steer and I'll pedal

bugger that we have a working auto pilot now