Hey, hi Imur! Welcome to Reyn's!
Chat /discussion is very informal in this thread. Talk about anything you like.
When I have no guests, I tend to ramble on, and on. So, it's nice to actually have someone to talk with.
Mostly I have talked about myself in this topic, but, as I say, anything goes.
I'm back to work myself tomorrow. I work an an electric and gas meter reader....at least for another 2 months anyways.
Ask...
Good evening and good night, Reyn. It's getting a bit late for the old folks. Going to peruse a few threads and call it quits.
Hey, just the fella I wanted to talk to.
Did you catch my challenge to you in the Human Interest?
The Potty Peeper story.
Better check it out.....
You, Reyn, are counting the days, perhaps hours, until you retire. That is great. I hope you have plans as to what you are going to do when you no longer have to get up to read meters.
Johnboy had his first job when he was 14, some 45 years ago. It was common then in the South of the US (and perhaps in other areas) to go to work at that age if you were not of the privleged class. Picking apples and peaches; hauling cinder blocks. I took a couple or three years off after Vietnam (actually about 4 years) but eventually came home to start a retail business. It did well and I bought the building.
I bought the building and here it is today, in the crosshairs of the hospital arm of our local university. They are offering an obscenely large amount of money. The interest alone would be triple what I am making now.
I am not gloating about my good fortune, Reyn et al. I am asking, simply this. What do you do when you wake up in the morning and realize you don't have to go to work. Is there exhileration? And then what happens the next day or the day after that? -rjb-
realjohnboy wrote:You, Reyn, are counting the days, perhaps hours, until you retire. That is great. I hope you have plans as to what you are going to do when you no longer have to get up to read meters.
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I am asking, simply this. What do you do when you wake up in the morning and realize you don't have to go to work. Is there exhileration? And then what happens the next day or the day after that? -rjb-
Howdy, John. Retirement really is a bit of a misnomer. Yes, I will be retiring from my meter reading job, but I am intending to take up some other job part time. The main reason for this is to try to somewhat keep up to inflation and possibly unexpected expenses.
I'm not quite sure what it will be yet, but I know what it will
not be! It won't be any outside job, as I'm dead sick of battling all sorts of weather all year round. When you've done that for 31 years, enough is enough.
When I wake up in the morning of 30 December, it will be sheer relief knowing that I won't have a rottweiler hanging off my butt anymore, or dealing with various problems to do with routes and people's yards. I'll probably encounter
other problems, but they'll at least be different ones.
What happens the next day? You live one day at a time, and don't worry quite so much what the next day brings.
Have a hobby, take a walk, finish painting the place, watch TV with the wife, pet the cats, go visit relatives, go out to a movie.....whatever. Just keep busy mentally and physically.
I like cheese.
Well, actually, i am ambivalent about cheese. On one hand, it's tasty, on the other, its made from calf rennet and the milk of oppressed cows.
Oh, the dilemma!!! What should i do?
Odd Socks wrote:I like cheese.
Well, actually, i am ambivalent about cheese. On one hand, it's tasty, on the other, its made from calf rennet and the milk of oppressed cows.
Oh, the dilemma!!! What should i do?
Hmm, I'm not a huge fan of cheese. A little bit of cheddar is nice now and again, in moderation.
Any particular type of cheese?
i can't resist
The Cheese Shop
About the Sketch:
This sketch not only appeared in the Flying Circus TV Show - Episode 24, it was also featured on their albums - 'The Monty Python Matching Tie and Handkerchief', 'The Monty Python Instant Record Collection' (UK version), 'The Monty Python Instant Record Collection' (US version) and ''Monty Python's The Final Ripoff'.
The cast:
CUSTOMER
John Cleese
WENSLYDALE
Michael Palin
The sketch:
Customer walks in the Henry Wenslydale's Cheese shop and walks past the bazouki player.
Customer: Good Morning.
Wenslydale: Good morning, Sir. Welcome to the National Cheese Emporium!
Customer: Ah, thank you, my good man.
Wenslydale: What can I do for you, Sir?
Customer: Well, I was, uh, sitting in the public library on Thurmon Street just now, skimming through "Rogue Herrys" by Hugh Walpole, and I suddenly came over all peckish.
Wenslydale: Peckish, sir?
Customer: Esuriant.
Wenslydale: Eh?
Customer: 'Ee, Ah wor 'ungry-loike!
Wenslydale: Ah, hungry!
Customer: In a nutshell. And I thought to myself, "a little fermented curd will do the trick," so, I curtailed my Walpoling activites, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles!
Wenslydale: Come again?
Customer: I want to buy some cheese.
Wenslydale: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bazouki player!
Customer: Oh, heaven forbid: I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse!
Wenslydale: Sorry?
Customer: 'Ooo, Ah lahk a nice tuune, 'yer forced too!
Wenslydale: So he can go on playing, can he?
Customer: Most certainly! Now then, some cheese please, my good man.
Wenslydale: (lustily) Certainly, sir. What would you like?
Customer: Well, eh, how about a little red Leicester.
Wenslydale: I'm, a-fraid we're fresh out of red Leicester, sir.
Customer: Oh, never mind, how are you on Tilsit?
Wenslydale: I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir, we get it fresh on Monday.
Customer: Tish tish. No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.
Wenslydale: Ah! It's beeeen on order, sir, for two weeks. Was expecting it this morning.
Customer: 'T's Not my lucky day, is it? Aah, Bel Paese?
Wenslydale: Sorry, sir.
Customer: Red Windsor?
Wenslydale: Normally, sir, yes. Today the van broke down.
Customer: Ah. Stilton?
Wenslydale: Sorry.
Customer: Ementhal? Gruyere?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Any Norweigan Jarlsburg, per chance.
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Lipta?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Lancashire?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: White Stilton?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Danish Brew?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Double Goucester?
Wenslydale: (pause) No.
Customer: Cheshire?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Dorset Bluveny?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Brie, Roquefort, Pol le Veq, Port Salut, Savoy Aire, Saint Paulin, Carrier de lest, Bres Bleu, Bruson?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Camenbert, perhaps?
Wenslydale: Ah! We have Camenbert, yessir.
Customer: (surprised) You do! Excellent.
Wenslydale: Yessir. It's..ah,.....it's a bit runny...
Customer: Oh, I like it runny.
Wenslydale: Well,.. It's very runny, actually, sir.
Customer: No matter. Fetch hither the fromage de la Belle France! Mmmwah!
Wenslydale: I...think it's a bit runnier than you'll like it, sir.
Customer: I don't care how ******* runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.
Wenslydale: Oooooooooohhh........!
Customer: What now?
Wenslydale: The cat's eaten it.
Customer: (pause) Has he.
Wenslydale: She, sir.
(pause)
Customer: Gouda?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Edam?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Case Ness?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Smoked Austrian?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Japanese Sage Darby?
Wenslydale: No, sir.
Customer: You...do *have* some cheese, don't you?
Wenslydale: (brightly) Of course, sir. It's a cheese shop, sir. We've got--
Customer: No no... don't tell me. I'm keen to guess.
Wenslydale: Fair enough.
Customer: Uuuuuh, Wensleydale.
Wenslydale: Yes?
Customer: Ah, well, I'll have some of that!
Wenslydale: Oh! I thought you were talking to me, sir. Mister Wensleydale, that's my name.
(pause)
Customer: Greek Feta?
Wenslydale: Uh, not as such.
Customer: Uuh, Gorgonzola?
Wenslydale: no
Customer: Parmesan,
Wenslydale: no
Customer: Mozarella,
Wenslydale: no
Customer: Paper Cramer,
Wenslydale: no
Customer: Danish Bimbo,
Wenslydale: no
Customer: Czech sheep's milk,
Wenslydale: no
Customer: Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?
Wenslydale: Not *today*, sir, no.
(pause)
Customer: Aah, how about Cheddar?
Wenslydale: Well, we don't get much call for it around here, sir.
Customer: Not much ca--It's the single most popular cheese in the world!
Wenslydale: Not 'round here, sir.
Customer: {pause}and what IS the most popular cheese 'round hyah?
Wenslydale: 'Illchester, sir.
Customer: IS it.
Wenslydale: Oh, yes, it's staggeringly popular in this manor, squire.
Customer: Is it.
Wenslydale: It's our number one best seller, sir!
Customer: I see. Uuh...'Illchester, eh?
Wenslydale: Right, sir.
Customer: All right. Okay. 'Have you got any?' he asked, expecting the answer 'no'.
Wenslydale: I'll have a look, sir... nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno.
Customer: It's not much of a cheese shop, is it?
Wenslydale: Finest in the district!
Customer: (annoyed) Explain the logic underlying that conclusion, please.
Wenslydale: Well, it's so clean, sir!
Customer: It's certainly uncontaminated by cheese....
Wenslydale: (brightly) You haven't asked me about Limburger, sir.
Customer: Would it be worth it?
Wenslydale: Could be....
Customer: Have you --SHUT THAT BLOODY BAZOUKI OFF!
Wenslydale: Told you sir....
Customer: (slowly) Have you got any Limburger?
Wenslydale: No.
Customer: Figures. Predictable, really I suppose. It was an act of purest optimism to have posed the question in the first place. Tell me
Wenslydale: Yessir?
Customer: Have you in fact got any cheese here at all.
Wenslydale: Yes,sir.
Customer: Really?
(pause) Wenslydale: No. Not really, sir.
Customer: You haven't.
Wenslydale: Nosir. Not a scrap. I was deliberately wasting your time,sir.
Customer: Well I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to shoot you.
Wenslydale: Right-0, sir.
The customer takes out a gun and shoots the owner.
Customer: What a *senseless* waste of human life.
Cheese is like chocolate Reyn, you can never get enough nor have enough.
(and for the record I have yet to find a cheese I didn't like)
husker wrote:brain cheese??
Let me think about that and get back to you...
do you mean head cheese
which incidentally isn't cheese at all
Head Cheese
Head cheese, also called souse and brawn, is a jellied loaf or sausage. Originally it was made entirely from the meaty parts of the head of a pig or calf, but now can include edible parts of the feet, tongue, and heart. The head is cleaned and simmered until the meat falls from the bones, and the liquid is a concentrated gelatinous broth. Strained, the meat is removed from the head, chopped, seasoned and returned to the broth and the whole placed in a mold and chilled until set, so it can be sliced.
djjd62 wrote:i can't resist
The Cheese Shop
About the Sketch:
This sketch not only appeared in the Flying Circus TV Show -
Ah, yes, the cheese shop! Yup, I'm a Monty fan, too, from way back!
Thanks for the skit!
that's what I remember when I was a youngster back in Nebraska
Sturgis wrote:Cheese is like chocolate Reyn, you can never get enough nor have enough.
(and for the record I have yet to find a cheese I didn't like)
I can tell you're a big cheese lover. Can't say the same for myself.
hehe, Not allowed to eat chocolate. It's a gastro-intestinal thing.
Why do they call head cheese, cheese?
Reyn wrote:hehe, Not allowed to eat chocolate. It's a gastro-intestinal thing
I don't think I could live without chocolate :wink:
colorbook wrote:Reyn wrote:hehe, Not allowed to eat chocolate. It's a gastro-intestinal thing
I don't think I could live without chocolate :wink:
Trust me. If you have gastro-intestinal and stomach acid problems, you can do without a lot of things. :wink:
The times where I've been doubled over in pain in the hospital emergency ward.
Fortunately, I seem to have it all under control now.
I had no idea chocolate could do that
