Thread: The weekend is coming and its time for a bath.

So, it's Friday afternoon, the traditional time for Englishmen to form an orderly queue outside the office to recieve a plain brown envelope stuffed full of ten bob notes and a few coppers change. Each bloke takes it in turn to examine the contents of the envelope, and inevitably the services of "Educated Ernie " are called on. Ed, to use the shortened form, is the factory genius, served his maths apprenticeship as a bookies runner, and could give you all the statistics of the football league since before the war(the first one).
" You're a bob and half short mate, get thee back in there an' giv im shite" meant that Ed had struck gold again, spotted an error in calculation that no mere mortal could have done. Of course, the bastard was on commission of a pint for every four shillings recieved, but that didn't matter down the boozer, where the cash in your pay packet matched the total written on the inside flap of the envelope. The wives could never figure out how the blokes arrived home pissed as farts, but with not a penny short.
So it's Friday afternoon, and i for one am going to have an ale and toast Ed. Cheers.

Jolly good.

Enjoy ol' chap.

Must be a pommy thing. Fucked if I can understand it!!!

Originally Posted by noelbino

Must be a pommy thing. Fucked if I can understand it!!!

Coupled with ungracefull senility, old chap. Pip pip.

Brown envelope about 4x3 with a small perspex window and or a series of holes stamped out at one end so you could check the note content without opening it. And everyone always fancied the girl in wages who brought the wooden tray with all the envelopes in.

You twat withnail, you had me dreamin of a nice soak in the tin bath.

Originally Posted by chassamui

You twat withnail, you had me dreamin of a nice soak in the tin bath.

I can only dream. My bath comes from a large plastic container, with a smaller plastic container distributing the contents of the bath a scoop at a time. I may be English, but i do miss a decent hot water soak, where your fingerprints become really pronounced. Even if it was just once a week.

I just asked my daughter to run a bath for me in my gigantic porcelain bath tub.

The water is so hot you can hardly get into it and I love just to lay in it and then get out all wrinkly, well more wrinkly then what I was when I got into the bath!

I have about three baths a week and find it very relaxing and shower most mornings and before bed time.

Originally Posted by Loy Toy

I just asked my daughter to run a bath for me in my gigantic porcelain bath tub. The water is so hot you can hardly get into it and I love just to lay in it and then get out all wrinkly, well more wrinkly then what I was when I got into the bath! I have about three baths a week and find it very relaxing and shower most mornings and before bed time.

WEIRD. .........

Just gave me an idea for a cowboy style slipper bath in the back yard. Get the gf to bring kettles full of hot stuff and then scrub me back and polish me cowboy boots while i have a cigar and a kip while water cools.
Wonder if LT could fabricate somethging in bakelite?

Originally Posted by chassamui

Get the gf to bring kettles full of hot stuff and then scrub me ba

I just love it when the Missus scrubs my back with a big soapy sponge and her fingernails!

Best I wait until she has finished making my favourite chicken curry before I jump in the bath.

Originally Posted by chassamui

Wonder if LT could fabricate somethging in bakelite?

I only do thermoplastics not thermosets mate. Sorry!

Originally Posted by jandajoy

WEIRD. .........

Who me or you?

Originally Posted by withnallstoke

So, it's Friday afternoon, the traditional time for Englishmen to form an orderly queue outside the office to recieve a plain brown envelope stuffed full of ten bob notes and a few coppers change. Each bloke takes it in turn to examine the contents of the envelope, and inevitably the services of "Educated Ernie " are called on. Ed, to use the shortened form, is the factory genius, served his maths apprenticeship as a bookies runner, and could give you all the statistics of the football league since before the war(the first one).
" You're a bob and half short mate, get thee back in there an' giv im shite" meant that Ed had struck gold again, spotted an error in calculation that no mere mortal could have done. Of course, the bastard was on commission of a pint for every four shillings recieved, but that didn't matter down the boozer, where the cash in your pay packet matched the total written on the inside flap of the envelope. The wives could never figure out how the blokes arrived home pissed as farts, but with not a penny short.
So it's Friday afternoon, and i for one am going to have an ale and toast Ed. Cheers.

When was that, before the last war? My grandmother told me how all the women waited outside the factory to take the envelopes off their husbands before they invest all of its contents in beer.

Originally Posted by Loy Toy

Who me or you?

probably "US" mate.

I'm a tad tired. 700 km off road today. All good.

pip pip

^ Me thinks you need a nice hot bath and a body scrub mate!

Don't worry though I'll have one for you in about 30 minutes and after my chicken curry!

Originally Posted by Fabian

When was that, before the last war? My grandmother told me how all the women waited outside the factory to take the envelopes off their husbands before they invest all of its contents in beer.

Got my fist brown pay packet in 1969.

How long did that go on? I have been always paid by direct transfer to my account.

Originally Posted by chassamui

Just gave me an idea for a cowboy style slipper bath in the back yard. Get the gf to bring

Remember it well. Sittin in t' yard, wi' gwandad riding in on next door neighbours dog, an' then wackin me on back the head wi' a used brillo pad, an shoutin' "yup Geronimo, me grannies 'ad yer cash".

Originally Posted by Fabian

When was that, before the last war?

I got my first pay packet in 1976, and Ed was still a legend, albeit retired by then. He still used to wait in the boozer for the tipout though.

Originally Posted by Loy Toy

Don't worry though I'll have one for you in about 30 minutes and after my chicken curry!

Piccies to follow?

Originally Posted by jandajoy

Originally Posted by Loy Toy

I just asked my daughter to run a bath for me in my gigantic porcelain bath tub. The water is so hot you can hardly get into it and I love just to lay in it and then get out all wrinkly, well more wrinkly then what I was when I got into the bath! I have about three baths a week and find it very relaxing and shower most mornings and before bed time.

WEIRD. .........

yeah, he's not English

Originally Posted by DrAndy

yeah, he's not English

^ Synchronised bathing?

Originally Posted by Fabian

My grandmother told me how all the women waited outside the factory to take the envelopes off their husbands before they invest all of its contents in beer.

Rolling pins in hand.

Originally Posted by November Rain

Rolling pins in hand.

But the wenches still got the full pay packet. They were only waiting for Mrs. Ed, so the ladies could retire to the lounge on her cut of his cut, and enough to spare for a 1 and thrupence of chips on the way home. And still have the brown packet untouched.

Originally Posted by withnallstoke

The weekend is coming and its time for a bath.

...gonna sip some Boddies an ave a bit of laff....