Tworzyjan69: As you might be aware porridge mining is a very dangerous job, many miners die from the fumes given off by the unrefined porridge crystals.
Wh don't they just atomize beer to create a mist in the presence of the fumes to reduce any toxicity?
Tworzyjan69: As you might be aware porridge mining is a very dangerous job, many miners die from the fumes given off by the unrefined porridge crystals.
They should be tracked down like dogs and shot . Why is it that all the poms and my mother were cursed with the affliction of porridge cooking . With the passing of my mother so has the skill of cooking the morning cement ended in NZ .
If the mafia ever runs out of concrete for boots I am sure porridge could be used .
epirb: They should be tracked down like dogs and shot . Why is it that all the poms and my mother were cursed with the affliction of porridge cooking . With the passing of my mother so has the skill of cooking the morning cement ended in NZ .
If the mafia ever runs out of concrete for boots I am sure porridge could be used .
yep,makes a fairly good Plaster,according to my Grand-dad!
Tworzyjan69: As you might be aware porridge mining is a very dangerous job, many miners die from the fumes given off by the unrefined porridge crystals.
I now feel guilty because I have added to their misery by eating porridge all my life
Grumpywriter: Yes. It's very easy to laugh at other people's issues when they don't affect you, isn't it.
My uncle used to mine in the Loch Stock mines owned by the Quakers and was in and out of hospital with many mine-related issues.
Fortunately, he's now left the mines and is a Haggis farmer. He still suffers from oatostis, but says the fresh Highland air is helping him recover.
So please, be more careful with your flippant jokes. Some of us are deeply concerned about these issues.
Haggis Lives Matter too
The sound of their screams during the throws of final death as their tiny heads are ripped away from their body, at the hands of the cruel Haggis farmers, haunts be to this day: In defiance to EU regulations I planted an orchard of spaghetti trees in the south-west of England, to try and persuade people to stop eating the poor, defenceless and cute Haggis and eat fresh spaghetti instead.
Grumpywriter: Yes. It's very easy to laugh at other people's issues when they don't affect you, isn't it.
My uncle used to mine in the Loch Stock mines owned by the Quakers and was in and out of hospital with many mine-related issues.
Fortunately, he's now left the mines and is a Haggis farmer. He still suffers from oatostis, but says the fresh Highland air is helping him recover.
So please, be more careful with your flippant jokes. Some of us are deeply concerned about these issues.
Having been born and live in a massive coal belt region, as well as having generations working in the coal mines and seeing first-hand what black lung does, or having cave-ins trapping loved ones, I know very well what being deeply concerned about mining issues are.
The sound of their screams during the throws of final death as their tiny heads are ripped away from their body, at the hands of the cruel Haggis farmers, haunts be to this day: In defiance to EU regulations I planted an orchard of spaghetti trees in the south-west of England, to try and persuade people to stop eating the poor, defenceless and cute Haggis and eat fresh spaghetti instead.
This is blatantly not true. The haggis lives a peaceful life on the mountains. It's left legs are shorter than the right, enabling it to stand upright and walk around the mountain with ease.
The farmers tend their flocks with much love and, when a haggis reaches maturity, he simply jumps up from behind a rock and shouts "Boo-boo. Och aye the noo".
Startled, the haggis turns to run away and, because of its legs, falls over and dies. The head ripping doesn't occur until after death.
Don't believe everything released by the haggis rights movement. They have an agenda.
Grumpywriter: This is blatantly not true. The haggis lives a peaceful life on the mountains. It's left legs are shorter than the right, enabling it to stand upright and walk around the mountain with ease.
The farmers tend their flocks with much love and, when a haggis reaches maturity, he simply jumps up from behind a rock and shouts "Boo-boo. Och aye the noo".
Startled, the haggis turns to run away and, because of its legs, falls over and dies. The head ripping doesn't occur until after death.
Don't believe everything released by the haggis rights movement. They have an agenda.
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