Wednesday, 31 January 2024
31st January 2024 - Castell Penfro Photos & Tom
January has been fun with a thought for the day from a “Tom Swift” quote - I found them at random and after 31 days of searching found a site crammed . So if you are missing them - here are a few - and this is just A - E
Tuesday, 30 January 2024
30th January 2024 - A Walk in Winter sun (after the rain)
Thought for the day :"Something that you blow and make a wish? a Breathalyser!"
Monday, 29 January 2024
29th January 2024 - Raining again
Thought for the day :"We don’t know much about Gallileo – he was a poor boy from a poor family"
Sunday, 28 January 2024
28th January 2024 - Peacocks
Thought for the day :"Apparently you can’t keep a metal item found with a metal detector if it is already in the British Museum"
Saturday, 27 January 2024
27th January 2024 - A bit more Burns
Thought for the day :"Do twins ever realise that one of them was unplanned"
26th January 2024 - Burns Night at St Teilo
Thought for the day :"Some friends suggested holding a joint party for the Chinese New Year & Burns Night called ‘Chinese-Burns Night’ I wasn't keen but they twisted my arm..."
Thursday, 25 January 2024
25th January 2024 - Haggis Infestation
Thought for the day :"The word swims upside down is still swims!"
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie Jist as ye sit doon among yer kin There sterts tae stir an enormous win'
The neeps 'n' tatties 'n' mushy peas Stert workin' like a gentle breeze But soon the puddin' wi' the sauncie face Will hae ye blawin' a' ower the place
Nae maiter whit the hell ye dae A'bodys gonnae hiv tae pay Even if ye try tae stifle It's like a bullet oot a rifle
Hawd yer bum ticht tae the chair Tae try an' stop the leakin' air Shify yersel fae cheek tae cheek Prae tae God it disnae reek
But aw yer efforts go assunder Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder Ricochets aroon the room Michty me a sonic boom
God almichty it fairly reeks Hope a huvnae s**t ma breeks Tae the bog a better scurry Aw whit the hell, it's no ma worry
A'body roon aboot me chokin Wan or twa are nearly bokin A'll feel better for a while Cannae help but raise a smile
Wis him! A shout wi' accusin glower Alas too late, he's jist keeled ower Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare A dinnae feel welcome ony mair
Where e'er ye be let yer wind gang free Sounds like jist the job fur me Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party Ower the sake o' wan wee farty
Cheers !
Wednesday, 24 January 2024
24th January 2024 - Daffs and Crocus on the way
Thought for the day :"Some people grow old like wine, I am growing old like milk, sour and getting chunky"
Marged was from the area around Mynydd Drwys y Coed on the Nantlle Ridge in Snowdonia where, with her husband Richard Morris, she ran a pub frequented by copper miners. She could shoe horses and also made harps which she would play to entertain her customers.
Marged was an imposing woman, at over six feet tall with hands like shovels. She took on wrestling challenges well into her seventies, beating men much younger than herself. It is said that she once clobbered her husband to such an extent that he gave up drink and became a Methodist.
Marged and Richard later moved to Nant Peris, where she built a boat to ferry miners to their work across Llyn Peris and Llyn Padarn, earning her the name 'Queen of the Lakes'. On one occasion she threw a passenger into the lake over a disagreement over the fare and only hauled him back in on his agreement to pay her a guinea.
Unsurprisingly, Marged's legendary actions have been the subject of many local songs and legends and she was also included in Thomas Pennant's 1780's travelogue, 'Tours in Wales'. Marged was buried in Llanddeiniolen on 24 January 1793.
Tuesday, 23 January 2024
23rd January 2024 - Raining again
Thought for the day :"When I was young I was poor – but after many hard years of work I am no longer young"
Socrates
If you are about to repeat a rumour.......
In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom.
One day, an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, 'Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?'
'Wait a moment,' Socrates replied, 'Before you tell me I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test'
'Triple filter?' asked the acquaintance.
'That's right,' Socrates continued. 'Before you talk to me about my student let's take a moment to filter what you're going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?'
'No,' the man said, 'actually I just heard about it.'
'All right,' said Socrates. 'So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?'
'No, on the contrary ....'.
'So,' Socrates continued, 'you want to tell me something bad about him, even though you're not certain it's true?'.
The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued.' You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter - the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student going to be useful to me?'
'No, not really...'
'Well,' concluded Socrates, 'if what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?'
The man was defeated and ashamed. This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.
It also explains why he never found out that Plato was shagging his missus.