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Bad Company, Dire Straits, Free, Hung One On, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Peral Jam, Rolling Stones, ZZ Top
Story by the Great Hung One On and Digital Mischief by Warrigal Mirriyuula
Hung here again. When you play in a pub on a Sunday night and everyone wears a leather jacket the music needs to suit. The crowd arrived irrespective of our music and I eventually realised that the only way to live through the night was to play this. Second bracket.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjwWjx7Cw8I
Jimi Hendrix – Purple Haze
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vppbdf-qtGU
ZZ Top – La Grange
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GoQsTF42M8
Angels – After the Rain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1Hb9ABpyts
Led Zeppelin – Rock and Roll
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siMFORx8uO8
Free – Alright Now
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLSAGnHNqGc
Free – Wishing Well
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4sKdiWlLR8
Bad Company – Can’t get enough of your Love
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYGITmvnwhw
Rolling Stones – Jumping Jack Flash
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfqzQKt9UeA
Pearl Jam – Rearviewmirror
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Pa9x9fZBtY
Dire Straits – Sultans of Swing
The Connection – Well you have heard of the six points of separation, well my last band had something similar. So I met my wife, Tutu, at the hospital were we trained in NSW. We had a great mutual friend, Kathy, who also did her training with us but came from Melbourne. For some reason she and her new husband, Bill, decided to move to Adelaide.
Prior to getting married Tutu had travelled to the UK and became friends with a girl from Adelaide, Kate, so putting the two together we planned a trip to Adelaide to catch up with our friends. Unfortunately I was involved in a serious motor bike accident that really set us back but after another year or so we set off. Well we had a ball. Kathy and Bill became our best mates and Tutu and I moved permanently to Adelaide to live. Kate let us board with her till we got on our feet, housing was cheap and there was plenty of work.
One day Bill said that he could play guitar and of course I said I could play drums. Now Bill was in the car trade and knew a bloke called Simon who played guitar so we teamed up for a jam. After many line up changes we joined with the Wilson brothers, who Bill met in a bar and we had our first band. Problem for me was the accident had interfered with my drumming technique and eventually I quit the band and sold my drums. Isn’t this interesting folks! (Ed’s note: Yes, it IS, Hung. Now get on with it J)
I missed music bad. Tutu had an old guitar that her mum wanted to get rid of however Tutu could play piano but wasn’t interested in the guitar so she said you learn. So I did, at first through WEA, then just by buying books until I met a young Greek bloke called George who really taught me how to play. Using motivational techniques and many hours of practice I became really good.
One day Tutu and I were out dining with friends when Simon walked through the door, just like it was meant to happen. We hadn’t seen each other for 10 years or more and started jamming together but this time as guitarists. We put a song list together and invited some folks to join in. None fitted until one day Simon suggested Tony, his ex-brother-in-law and our old mate Bill, who knew John, a drummer, from another band.
Trouble was we needed a bass player. No one knew one but I had been given a bass by a friend who said that he could never get his head around it. So I became the bassist, Bill sang, John drummed, Tony played lead and Simon rhythm except for the Dire Straits. So Ambush was formed.
The connection was: Wollongong, nursing, Melbourne, cars, Adelaide, in laws and best friends. Okay then seven points of separation. Sheesh!
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
Hung, this may interest you. I came across it when I saw Vivienne’s red herring link to the stones (a smart move, BTW).
I 1st saw The Stones at Fairfield Halls Croydon: May 12 64. I went with a couple of friends from school.
Anyways, I did find a reference, but not in this link. This link has some marvellous stuff, with old posters. You can scroll to years either side. It unlocked memories that have been dormant for decades.
Maybe some of these bands, or singers visited Australia. perhaps even some of the acts ‘were’ Australian?
http://www.bradfordtimeline.co.uk/mindex64a.htm
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I bet that Googlehoover will appreciate this too. Although, may not say so.
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Just noticed; Easybeats are on there in 1967. There were Aussies.
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Wow, there’s some history there (I Googled). All of them were associated with European families and Villawood Migrant hostel.
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You’re a bit late coming to this knowledge. RocKwiz did a special Vanda and Young tribute in December 2013. Wonderful song writers.
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Wow, JL, what a choice, Gerry and the Pacemakers Don’t let the Sun catch You Crying makes the hairs on the back of me neck stand up and of course Dusty the best white female singer ever, you lucky bastard you.
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My brother saw Shirley Bassey, I can almost name the year working it out from when I was a child and he came home from University or he was working at the Courier Mail so that is 58/59/60. He was a member of her congregation that’s for sure and he brought home his new sax. Dave Clarke 5 he saw and he brought home a Dave Brubeck recoding (and might have seen Brubeck the same time frame because that is when I heard Brubeck) and a Jerry Mulligan in that same episode. I was 8-10. Exciting times in Australian history having access to these leaders. A few short years later and my sister came home with a guitar and Bob Dylan songs, but nothing beats the excitement of hearing someone describe a live concert.
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That’s a good link eh. Very easy to read.
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Hungie, are you our Hemingway?
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I don’t think so H but when I was a young fella my dad could see that I was growing up as an ignorant moron and gave me For Whom the Bell Tolls to read thinking that it may somehow make me intelligent. Catcher in the Rye was another but nothing was working. Then one day he gave me The Hobbit and suddenly everything changed.
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Excellent work, Mr. Hung. You are Underground Man as far as I can tell and I USUALLY can tell. I note with interest the moments when you doubt yourself (Isn’t this interesting, folks!) A habit I have often been condemned for myself (now I fear I go too far). Mr. Cole sends his love and kisses.
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Thank you Mr Coal. May I say your beard has fully matured.
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You should all be up and jumping about and dancing and singing (if you can). Listened to the Stones and then got caught up in other stuff on the site – Muddy Water and Stones, way back 1980 – so darn good. And they’re still playing and touring. Gotta get some CDs – all my Stones stuff on records. Next shopping day I’m going to do myself a favour.
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Great piece this yarn, Hung. I loved it.
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Thanks shoe. A simple story is often interesting. In the next exciting episode I talk about the bands demise. Shame really.
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I look forward to that and meanwhile you have bestowed this poster on us for above our beds:)
…well maybe more discretely taped behind our wardrobe doors:)
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Angels are the best. I mean that generally speaking, not actually better eh than Hendrix or Free or ZZ Top or Pearl Jam (yay). If Jayall when I next get a contribution up here you come anywhere near my page of contribution bleating on about asylum seekers in anybody else’s name by implication and what they don’t like here in this bar that you hang about persistently posing to speak for others yet being nice one minute and sneakily unnice the nek minnit, sadly just as I was thinking I might possibly like you on paper and more sadly this is all you contribute in fact, then I will lodge a request to admin to take your comment out and I think that would be fair enough eh if admin did on request. Such a bummer. Speak for yourself.
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Feel free to do and say you please – as I do.
And yes bleating about *******************s, is monotonous. As are your reprimands!
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You can say what you like as long as you don’t imply you are speaking absolutely for me…ever.
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Try this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poXvMBhjSWk Satisfaction – Stones 2013. Better than anything Jules comes up with. They’re older than him and very useful 🙂
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Don’t be foolish shoe. I was pointing out that there was only a small audience for his relentless campaign of posting links.
Can’t you find a foot?
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Who is “his” that you are indirectly referring to Jayall?
Thank you for the vid., Viviene. I am confused why it is relevant to what I was saying.
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To take your mind off you know who Shoe.
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Viv, I thought that much…
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Vivienne, I can’t know what you are talking about,when it’s in apparent nuance and by the same token, it will be used and trolled because it is so wide open what it means, it can be manipulated.
I don’t need to be distracted or diverted either. I really cannot be impolite, but I can decently assert myself. Nobody has to keep the peace as I am not abusive. If I am abusive I will be tossed out by admin.
I have never shown an inclination for indirect talk either that can be manipulated by anybody. I don’t address anybody like that in a social group. Indirect talk is potentially very cruel and dangerous and to feed it is dangerous, whoever it is directed at or whatever is meant, it is no less dangerous here online and unacceptable than it is in a social setting or group face-to-face.
If any one of us cannot raise issues of online communication and process here, we are all sunk all over the world because this is the most important issue facing us in regard to the development of social media. Assertion is appropriate. Having a voice that is direct.
Who won’t get satisfaction? I am satisfied myself, Vivienne. I don’t have anything to prove here about how clever I am or intellectual, stupid anybody else is or slow or foolish or dumb or any one of a never ending sequence of name calling that goes on online…and its companion, indirect talk, talking with others about someone or addressing them about someone in the third person without naming them, so as to speak of them as lesser or their viewpoint unwelcome. It’s not a joke. It stops here. Nobody do it with me. I am asserting myself.
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Thank you ,sandshoe, that needed to be said.
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Like the ‘red’ comment?
You never give up helvi, do you? As you emphasised – never.
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Thank you, helvi for your comment. I am happy to be engaged here in direct communication that can be understood. If it has to be simplistic so be it even.
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Jayall, you haven’t replied to my question who are you talking about by ‘his’ and specifically what. Spit it out.
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Alternatively, I think you forfeit your right to continue commenting along these lines.
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Good story Hung one. Good words too. I have an electric guitar in the garage that my son was lumbered with when many of his mates used to camp in his place. I took lessons in piano playing years ago. I was absolutely hopeless, the metronome sounded more in tune and beautiful. My family got fed up, used to leave the house. Even the cockroaches lost the will to live.
Thank goodness for your music Hung one. Couldn’t put up with much more mirth and jolliness with links from you know yewell.
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Gerard, thank you for your kind words. You and H have been a great support to me over many years. One day I aspire to write as well as you so I will keep practicing. Music was a wonderful vehicle for me as I was lousy at English and I am colour blind therefore it became an outlet for my creative side.
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OK, played that (the angels) now. Very tight. I liked it.
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Angels were always great. Doc Neeson isn’t well – haven’t read anywhere how he is faring.
One of the best band of musicians (who do a bit of singing) is the trio on RocKwiz. Fantastic guys. The drummer on Midnight Oils was also bloody fantastic. And the guitarists in Metallica are also fab.
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On degrees of separation, how does this rate – hubby taught the son of the Queen’s butler. (Yep, Liz).
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I chap I nursed when I was working in the Community his wife was Don Bradman’s secretary who had meet the Queen.
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…and now GO, H and Milo walk past the Bradman Museum/Oval almost daily, those three happen to be Hung’s friends: a small world indeed.
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Helvi, Just make sure Milo voids in the right area 🙂
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No, Milo goes out for a duck (and voids on them).
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Gez, you really have mastered cricket and it’s ennui.
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My ennui of cricket got a bit of excitement last week when I thought I would make use of the Bradman cricket oval’s public toilet. However, it had a condom floating in it. I flushed it but it was unsinkable.
There must be more to cricket than ‘all out’.
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Condiments to spice up a dull game!
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Thanks for this HOO, I was struggling to get a list prepared this week. All great pub songs of our youth (except for Pearl Jam). Played guitar until I was 13 when some dickhead reckoned I couldn’t play. The same dickhead said I couldn’t sing. Affected me a bit until some pointed out I had at least a 2 octave voice with perfect pitch. They of course knew what they were talking about as I discovered later. One of my few regrets.
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C’mon Algernon., do a youtube for Easter.
Pigs Arms Easter Show.
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Easter Jayell, Its not for another two months! There’ll be many more before that. The next is a different take on a recent list.
Just this week, I’ve got a big private job that’s taking all my time.
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No, I meant of you …singing 🙂
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Yeah Algy go for it 🙂
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Ole sole mio …. 🙂
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Ha ha. is that after two omlys, or three?
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Four 🙂
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Isn’t it funny how we all remember that
Julian London replied “Omly with herbs”
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Managing personalities in bands is a difficult task. Some I have played with just simply love themselves and can’t do any wrong.
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Nice to read a good heartfelt story, Hung: a breath of fresh air ( and a change form the never ending barrage of links about asylum seekers that our tiny (12 people), helpless community has to put up with)….Interesting story too.
One question though: how did you know that these were all my favourites. Although I don’t know The Angels. maybe I will recognise it when I play it in a minute.
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My mum and dads house brought for 35k sold for 750k. Me and Tutu got a house here for under 50k and I was on the staggering 9.5k per annum.
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I bought my first house in North London, for ₤14,000.
It was about 4 miles from Wembley Stadium.
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What would it be worth now JL?
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I had a quick Google: about 475 k pounds
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Nice
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All Greek blokes are called George. Except the ones called Constantine.
Yes it IS an interesting story. Great beat and energy in those songs.
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Thanks for the laugh Voice. When I was writing this I thought everyone will think I made that up. Gee he was a great guitarist and I took weekly lessons from him for 2 years.
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Hungie, I love “six-degrees-separation” stories, I have experienced quite a few of them.
Like Viv, I can’t play any instrument, nor can I sing, but I CAN LISTEN, both popular and classical.
Grandson T can play saxophone and he can sing beautifully too; when he was three years old, he was keen for all of us sing Christmas songs he had learnt at day care…he was the leader and told us, the timid singers : Now BIG singing !
Good HOO selection of music,
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Thanks H. I think I was about 10 when I started on the drums. Don’t play anything any more and listen to very little. Funny how it goes.
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And it’s terrific HOO. Great story – really lovely. The only thing musical I play is the CD player in my car! I really appreciate anyone who plays an instrument and more so if you are so adept that you can play three and do it well.
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Thanks Viv. One of the girls I work with says her husband is the same, played guitar for a long time in bands and now won’t even pick it up. I tried to play after I started writing this story but no, just no desire for it any more.
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Different times, different things and all that I guess. Being inspired about something one day and not the next. It might click back in one day ! I find housework never happens because of inspiration – just has to be done unfortunately because it won’t do itself.
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Viv, in those days when Linen was all the rage, and needed to be ironed,I used to get it done listening to my favourite pop music…now it takes a month before my ironing basket is full…
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Why doesn’t house work do itself? And ironing I am about to iron one shirt, the first thing I have ironed in 4 years 🙂
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Helvi – you iron and you iron sheets ! I never ironed a sheet in my life! I get the iron out once or twice a year to iron a blouse which will not come out of the dryer crinkle free. Other than that hubby irons his shirts weekly.
I can’t sing either. I was in a choir once (as a teenager) – I think they had me there to fill in the gaps. I always say we can’t be perfect. Can’t sing, won’t iron, won’t sew unless it is an emergency. There is an excellent woman in town who runs a business fixing people’s clothes – taking up slacks, jeans or putting in new zips – best to pay a professional.
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Viv, no,no,no, of course not. I am talking about shirts and summer pants made of fabric called Linen…never ever bedlinen, sometimes I used to run the iron over visitors pillowcases to make their bed look even more inviting.
I hang GO’s better shirts to dry on coat-hangers, and if we are going to a fancy wedding, I might even iron one.I have stacks of good quality linen napkins, but they are too good for everyday use…might start using them, what’s point keeping them for special occasions
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Helvi – I did take linen to mean everything but clothes or shirts. I think it’s pure cotton. Anyway, thank goodness you sorted me out ! I gave up on using real napkins a long time ago. It’s a nice thought but a good quality paper one looks fine and I can excuse it on the basis of saving all that power and water needed to clean the real think.
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Viv, still not sorted, Linen is a certain type of fabric, cotton is not Linen…I’m going to send you a sample of both. 🙂
Bed Linen is cotton, or the cheap stuff is mix of cotton/polyester…
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That’d be right Helvi. I don’t sew so know bugger all about materials. Looked it up in dictionary – made out of spun fibres of flax. Do they make it anymore? Most of the clothes we wear seem to be made out of oil. Then wool and cotton.
I’m playing a lot of music – loud.
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‘And ironing I am about to iron one shirt, the first thing I have ironed in 4 years’ What, hoping to get laid??
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Big M, you know about that foreplay!! Ironing one shirt!! Way better than vacuuming!!
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sandshoe, what’s so effing good if a bloke irons his OWN shirt, if it were MY shirt, then it would a totally different story….and of course if he vacuums that’s heavenly. half the floor is mine and I HATE vacuuming.
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Yes, foreplay, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, cooking, washing up, and drying, then it’s time for the backrub, then I’m buggered!
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Big M, to put you out of your misery, here’s the rub. I have gained heaps of weight and now the beautiful blue shirt I had to wear with my suit no longer fits. Tutu got me a new shirt which is blue and white striped and being a total idiot I washed it. It now needs ironing. I have gone to my doctor for counseling and diazepam to struggle through the upcoming iron. Sad but true. 🙂
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Here’s a tip Big M – try a month’s holiday in Italy. 🙂 That ought to put you on a promise.
Meanwhile, organise professional cleaners to go through the house when you’re away, getting some of your wife’s mates to supervise. Include all those jobs that accumulate – door handles, blinds, curtains, spiderwebs in the corners, the inside of cupboards, cleaning the dishwasher (unless that’s you), the microwave, the oven, the fridge, under the fridge, under everything else, vacuuming in the sofa cushions, dusting EVERYTHING, cleaning the rubbish bins …
No doubt the trip’s already taking you to the cleaners. So you might as well go for broke.
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HOO, do your ironing like ‘patchwork’. a sleeve today another tomorrow. That’s how I do it; I defrosted the fridge last week, I’ll clean it next week…
And if the ironing board, in the middle of the living room, gets too annoying, kick it…
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Thanks Voice. yes, cleaning the dishwasher today, washing machine filters yesterday, rangehood filters the day before. Very exciting life! No, I’m like Helvi, and just sneak up on cleaning!
We are leaving the 18 y.o. here, whilst away in Italy…the place may need professional cleaning!
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Taking the opportunity to give him the the full Behind-The-Scenes tour? He’s probably never realised rangehoods even HAVE filters. 18 is old enough to discover The Dirty Truth about houses.
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Voice, I don’t think that Mrs M realises that all of these various, labour saving white goods have filters!
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Goes to show how good music is – reading this thread – see where it can take you.\
My new secateurs are sticking. Any advice. I’ve tried DW40.
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WD40 as it is,actually.
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Silicone based spray is better for those sorts of tools.
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Fixed. Found a solid but very fine file. I’ve been working on all this time. I must get some silicon spray for my kit – sounds a good idea to have on hand. In my search found a set of feeler gauges and a stud finder gadget.
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All of the garden/carpentry tools with a blade get sprayed with silicone after each use (says he, who had to use rp7, as there’s no silicone left). Saves buggerising around with them next time!
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The problem was they were sticking when brand new ! Yes, should have taken them back straight away but hubby first used them and suddenly they didn’t look shiny new. The other problem is that you can’t try them before buying – all sealed up in packaging. Bloody annoying. Fortunately the new long handled ones I purchased very recently didn’t come packaged up so I could properly check them out. They’re Cyclone with extendable handles – do a brilliant job. Win some lose some. But I’m okay with the secateurs now.
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Helvi, you really are my kind of girl. You are right. If I iron one bit at a time this will give another 4 years and maybe by then me and Tutu will be back together and she can finish it off. : )
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helvityni, I had heard of this method. Iron one shirt. Big M raised its memory. Some chap bartering over not doing the vacuuming exactement. He too hated vacuuming and was driven to this belief he would achieve extreme relief if he was suddenly released from the vacuuming (poor fellow and four flights of stairs they fallen on hard times).
As a method of excitement arousal, myself I would certainly expect the shirt to be mine out of the basket and the shirt for the next day, not to change into to actually accomplish vacuuming. I’ve heard your avowed hatred of vacuuming expressed before. You’d imagine how enlightened your modus operandi would be if you had your partner hypnotised to believe the two halves were quarters of the one half. I am very mathematical, helvityni.
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‘shoe, I’m, not sure why both genders whine about certain jobs around the house, vacuuming, ironing, washing, etc, it’s not like we have to wash clothes by hand, heat an iron in a fire of one’s own making, or physically sweep every fibre under foot. Christ, it’s the modern world, surrounded by gadgets, electricity seeping from every skirting board, hot water on tap, vacuums, steam cleaners, mops…a char lady would be bloody envious!
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I really am, Big M. It sounds amazing. 😉
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‘shoe, I’m gobsmacked.
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