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Curtains
Curtains have been around since the Roman times, they were originally called toga's as the Romans wore them, at night when they fancied intercourse or an orgy they removed the togas and placed them over the windows to gain some privacy.
During the Edwardian and Victorian eras curtains were made from silk and other expensive materials, these days they are made from cheap synthetic material often the byproduct of Spaghetti and envelope factories.
They became fashionable during the Blitz in London and the colour choice was black, this is so they could watch TV without the German bombers seeing them and dropping a few bombs on them, this is where the American term “Cuytons” meaning death originates from.
The International Space Station has curtains made from gold and platinum as they had the money to do so, but the initial design and budget called for cardboard. Why they even need curtains is a mystery.
Most people use curtains at night, this is silly as it's dark outside; curtains should be used during the day when they are more effective.
In Ireland Curtains were used as a food source during the potato famine, The Slainte Museum in Cork City shows wonderful photos of families gathered at the table for a Sunday meal of pure cotton curtains, a practice still carried out the day after St.Patricks day.
The term “Blinds” as a window privacy item is rude and derogatory to blind people as the sign language for blinds is identical to “Asthmatic dog fart”, it’s hoped that someone will invent a braille version of the offending word.
I have no curtains on my windows but have some outside, my windows have integrated blinds because I am posh and they keep the monsters out.
During the Edwardian and Victorian eras curtains were made from silk and other expensive materials, these days they are made from cheap synthetic material often the byproduct of Spaghetti and envelope factories.
They became fashionable during the Blitz in London and the colour choice was black, this is so they could watch TV without the German bombers seeing them and dropping a few bombs on them, this is where the American term “Cuytons” meaning death originates from.
The International Space Station has curtains made from gold and platinum as they had the money to do so, but the initial design and budget called for cardboard. Why they even need curtains is a mystery.
Most people use curtains at night, this is silly as it's dark outside; curtains should be used during the day when they are more effective.
In Ireland Curtains were used as a food source during the potato famine, The Slainte Museum in Cork City shows wonderful photos of families gathered at the table for a Sunday meal of pure cotton curtains, a practice still carried out the day after St.Patricks day.
The term “Blinds” as a window privacy item is rude and derogatory to blind people as the sign language for blinds is identical to “Asthmatic dog fart”, it’s hoped that someone will invent a braille version of the offending word.
I have no curtains on my windows but have some outside, my windows have integrated blinds because I am posh and they keep the monsters out.
My Blog for not replying to other blogs
Most bloggers like their readers to comment on their blogs, but, sometimes, the reader has no comment to offer. So, if after reading a blog, you find you have nothing to say, then rather than offend the blogger by not commenting on their blog, you can come here and not comment on this blog, instead.
There will, of course, be the usual smart arses wanting to spoil it for everyone else by leaving a comment on this blog, but, be warned, any comment posted on this blog will be immediately left where it is, with no exceptions. I am sorry to be so strict on this point but I feel it is necessary in order to counter any attempts to undermine the purpose of the blog.
It will be very interesting to see how many replies this blog manages to not accumulate.
There will, of course, be the usual smart arses wanting to spoil it for everyone else by leaving a comment on this blog, but, be warned, any comment posted on this blog will be immediately left where it is, with no exceptions. I am sorry to be so strict on this point but I feel it is necessary in order to counter any attempts to undermine the purpose of the blog.
It will be very interesting to see how many replies this blog manages to not accumulate.
Watches
I know watches aren't worn as much in today's society due to people deciding to get their time off their cell phones. I think most to these types are probably Generation Y (also known as Millennials - Born between 1982-2000), and some in Generation Z (born between 2000-.2018).
Some in my generation (X) have stopped wearing watches, and instead depend on their phones for the time as well. Not me, I still prefer wearing a watch. You can say that I'm particular (some would say fussy) about the type of watch I like to have and wear. I have three different kinds that I alternate between. Down below are the watches I have.
If you're still into wearing a watch, feel free to share what type and/or the pic of what it looks like.
As for my Fuchsia color watch, some at work have fun with me and call it pink.
But then, my ex did too, so...
Some in my generation (X) have stopped wearing watches, and instead depend on their phones for the time as well. Not me, I still prefer wearing a watch. You can say that I'm particular (some would say fussy) about the type of watch I like to have and wear. I have three different kinds that I alternate between. Down below are the watches I have.
If you're still into wearing a watch, feel free to share what type and/or the pic of what it looks like.
As for my Fuchsia color watch, some at work have fun with me and call it pink.
But then, my ex did too, so...Ladies, which these high heels would you own?
I love a woman in high heels. Very HOT!
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night of the stars!
I don't party much anymore, as age is catching up on me. However, I was invited to a party last week themed "NIGHT OF THE STARS" I must say it was very exciting.
I didn't have a male companion, and had to ask a girlfriend to accompany me. It felt so good to dressup again after a long time, and to experience the glitz and glamour. So as you can see for one night I let my hair down and just became a star.
I will however only leave this photo on for a day or so, I just wanted to show off a bit,,,,well to actually say, that I'm not too old to still show a bit of leg.
I didn't have a male companion, and had to ask a girlfriend to accompany me. It felt so good to dressup again after a long time, and to experience the glitz and glamour. So as you can see for one night I let my hair down and just became a star.
I will however only leave this photo on for a day or so, I just wanted to show off a bit,,,,well to actually say, that I'm not too old to still show a bit of leg.
a man...
What is the focus of this photo ??
to me, of course the cute guy sitting there with sun glasses
what do you think you see ??
Not just an ordinary saint
In my teens, I wore a St. Christopher pendant round my neck. Not because I had any kind of affinity with St. Christopher, or even any idea of who he was, but because it was a craze going round at the time. When I got older, and better able to make an informed choice, I got rid of St. Christopher and took up with St. Michael. It was a sort of epiphany, I suppose, and it happened in M&S’s Barnsley branch, that’s where I became a disciple.
Marks & Spencer didn’t cater for spiritual needs but a great many of my material ones were catered for there. M&S was a rock on the High Street that was, to me, what the church is to any Christian. Their lack of facility for redeeming my soul was more than compensated for by their ability to supply me with a decent quality pair of jeans at a reasonable price.
Their range of stock was neither the most diverse nor cheapest but you knew that whatever you bought would be of good quality and very unlikely to give any cause for complaint. For years, virtually every stitch I wore had St. Michael on the label.
And their food department was no less reliable. Again, the range was limited but what they did sell could be counted on to be first class. They used to sell wedges of cheesecake that I have never elsewhere been able to get the like of, and ice cream that was, likewise, not to be found anywhere else. The first and finest yogurt I ever tasted came from M&S. But I should have known it was all too good to last. One day when I went into the store everything looked different; something seemed to be missing, or rather, somebody.
It was a dark day when St. Michael got his marching orders, and hardly brightened when the likes of Per Una and the M&S Collection breezed in and tried to fill his shoes. How is a man supposed to feel any pride in wearing Blue Harbour under pants? What happened to the food department was no less than tragic. Gone was the small but select range of top notch fare; replaced by a far more extensive but inferior collection of stuff you would expect to find in any run off the mill supermarket. And, horror upon horror, they now also stock popular brands. They even sell date expired items at a reduced price. My God, one could be forgiven for thinking one had wandered into Asda.
Now, as I bemoan the lost salad days of M&S, the only straw of hope left to clutch at is that, if the saints do one day go marching in, St. Michael will be leading them.
Marks & Spencer didn’t cater for spiritual needs but a great many of my material ones were catered for there. M&S was a rock on the High Street that was, to me, what the church is to any Christian. Their lack of facility for redeeming my soul was more than compensated for by their ability to supply me with a decent quality pair of jeans at a reasonable price.
Their range of stock was neither the most diverse nor cheapest but you knew that whatever you bought would be of good quality and very unlikely to give any cause for complaint. For years, virtually every stitch I wore had St. Michael on the label.
And their food department was no less reliable. Again, the range was limited but what they did sell could be counted on to be first class. They used to sell wedges of cheesecake that I have never elsewhere been able to get the like of, and ice cream that was, likewise, not to be found anywhere else. The first and finest yogurt I ever tasted came from M&S. But I should have known it was all too good to last. One day when I went into the store everything looked different; something seemed to be missing, or rather, somebody.
It was a dark day when St. Michael got his marching orders, and hardly brightened when the likes of Per Una and the M&S Collection breezed in and tried to fill his shoes. How is a man supposed to feel any pride in wearing Blue Harbour under pants? What happened to the food department was no less than tragic. Gone was the small but select range of top notch fare; replaced by a far more extensive but inferior collection of stuff you would expect to find in any run off the mill supermarket. And, horror upon horror, they now also stock popular brands. They even sell date expired items at a reduced price. My God, one could be forgiven for thinking one had wandered into Asda.
Now, as I bemoan the lost salad days of M&S, the only straw of hope left to clutch at is that, if the saints do one day go marching in, St. Michael will be leading them.
dont you hate it when
you decide to go out for a drive in your shorty shorts, and you slam your balls in the car door?
Hillary Clinton asks FBI for more clarity on their investigation into her.
Some pointers toward possible evidence that needs burning would be nice What a focking joke !
Like anything will ever be done.
There is no accountability in Politics the chase is all just smoke and mirrors.
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