Brian Cross

Well done guys both were brilliant !

Duck Dynasty ?

A collop is a slice of meat, according to one definition in the Oxford English Dictionary. The derivation is obscure; the OED cites Ihre that it may be related to the old Swedish word kollops (equivalent to the modern: kalops ), but also suggests a German origin (klops).^[1]

In Elizabethan times, "collops" came to refer specifically to slices of bacon. Shrove Monday, also known as Collop Monday, was traditionally the last day to cook and eat meat before Lent, when that was a period of fasting from meat. A traditional breakfast dish was collops of bacon topped with a fried egg.^{[citation needed]}

Scotch collops are a traditional Scottish dish. It can be created using either thin slices or minced meat of either beef, lamb or venison. This is combined with onion, salt, pepper and suet, then stewed, baked or roasted with optional flavourings according to the meat used. It is traditionally served garnished with thin toast and mashed potato.^{[citation needed]}

The methods used to create this dish in its various guises have direct parallels with the Middle Eastern treatment of meat in such dishes as koftas.^{[citation needed]}

I was there last time i was over had great meal and enjoyed cold beers there.

Gastroenterology ?

My Grandson Billy and a spangled Drongo

Do post some photos here when you have snapped something Brian.

Do not suppose we will have many male comments on this topic.

I am not being controversial!

Honest.

What did the rest of them eat? :dribble:

Yes to all of 'em

I bought a new camera last weekend its a Canon EOS 700 D it came with a 18-135 mm lens and i already had a 75 - 300mm lens all i have to do is learn how to use it

I say we send a regiment of bonny lads over there to give them swarthy-skinned sons of Cortes a good yarking.

We'll name ourselves the Bedlington Offensive Land Legion Of Crusading Kinsman (BOLLOCKs)

Or how about the Gibralter Operational New Army Desperado Section (GONADS)

Or even better - the Barbary Apes Deserve Assistance Sometime Soon (BADASS)

We'll fight them on the peaches, we'll fight them under the sheets, we'll do the hokey cokey and shake it all about…what's that nurse, I'll feel a little prick!!!

Cock A Doodly Doo!

This farmer has about 200 hens, but no rooster, and he wants chicks. So he goes down the road to the next farmer and asks if he has a rooster which he would sell.

The other farmer says, "Yeah, I've this great rooster, named Randy. He'll service every chicken you got, no problem."

Well, Randy the rooster costs a lot of money, but, farmer decides he'd be worth it. So, he buys Randy and takes the rooster home.

He then sets him down in the barnyard and gives the rooster a pep talk, "Randy, I want you to pace yourself now. You've got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Consequently, I'll need you to do a good job.

"So, take your time and have some fun," the farmer ended with a chuckle.

Randy seemed to understand, so the farmer points toward the hen house, and Randy took off like a shot.

WHAM! Randy nails every hen in the hen house three or four times, and the farmer is really shocked.

After that the farmer hears a commotion in the duck pen, sure enough, Randy is in there.

Later, the farmer sees Randy after the flock of geese down by the lake. Once again, WHAM! He gets all the geese.

By sunset he sees Randy out in the fields chasing quail and pheasants. The farmer is distraught -- worried that his expensive rooster won't even last 24 hours.

Sure enough, the farmer goes to bed and wakes up the next day to find Randy dead as a doorknob -- stone cold in the middle of the yard and buzzards are circling overhead.

The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a colorful and expensive animal, shakes his head and says, "Oh, Randy, I told you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down, now look what you've done to yourself."

Randy opens one eye, nods toward the buzzards circling in the sky and says, "SHHHH, they're getting closer..."

The Air USA plane leaves LA Airport under the control of a Jewish

captain; his co-pilot is Chinese.

It's the first time they've flown together and an awkward silence between

the two seems to indicate a mutual dislike.

Once they reach cruising altitude, the Jewish captain activates the

auto-pilot, leans back in his seat, and mutters,

'I don't like Chinese..'

'No rike Chinese?' asks the co-pilot, 'why not?'

'You people bombed Pearl Harbor , that's why!'

'No, no', the co-pilot protests, 'Chinese not bomb Peahl Hahbah!

That Japanese, not Chinese.'

'Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese.....doesn't matter, you're all alike!'

There's a few minutes of silence.

'I no rike Jews!' the co-pilot suddenly announces.

'Oh yeah, why not?' asks the captain.

'Jews sink Titanic!' says the co-pilot.

'What? You're insane! Jews didn't sink the Titanic!' exclaims the captain,

'It was an iceberg!'

Iceberg, Goldberg, Greenberg, Rosenberg , .....all f#kin same.

Caad tetties, chips, crisps or owt left on the dinner plate! there wasn't much of a loaf left after my brother and I had egg'n chips!

Hmm!I think I know why I had that heart attack!

O.T. Anyone hear from Canny Lass?

A guy is walking along a beach when he comes across a lamp partially buried in the sand.

He picks up the lamp and gives it a rub.

A genie appears and tells him he has been granted one wish.

The guy thinks for a moment and says, "I want to live forever.

"Sorry," said the genie, "I'm not allowed to grant eternal life."

"OK, then, I want to die after a Labour government balances the budget and eliminates the debt."

"You crafty little bxxxxxd," said the genie..

Everything that you could possibly need - and more- right here in Bedlington Stn, ,,,,,,,,, but where are the take aways ? I think I can spot a potential money maker there, would anyone like a take away food shop? ..... Good reading a few memories stirred up there especially Jennings, Can anyone remember Jennings market garden behind the Bank Top, where the playing field is now ? Some of us still refer to it as Jennings field

Fred Gibbon my uncle worked at Netherton colliery at lived in the pit rows there,Fred left the pits and went into the hospitality industry he had the Banktop and the Black Bull .............top bloke and a great uncle

I used a Sigma 70-300mm which was a little on the short side. Here's a few more from today.

I remember the whole ordeel brylcream do they still make it ?

Brilliant shots 4G what lens did you use ?

Still does!

I leave the pan outside!

My Mum and Dad grilled them.

It irritates me that certain members of the family do not get all the best bits!

Yesterday we were at Beadnell and son and grand kids left me with four mackerel to cook!

Soused herrings led to soused mackerel!

Could life get any better!

Beadnell for the kids with a boat and a canoe.

High tide led to bay watch running through the water, splashing people obviously.

Today Durham and the history.

Northumberland is the place to be!

Maybe I am biased

In the Blyth Gleaner 1819, this appeared, about John Corby late sexton of Bedlington.

He died 11th Jan 1819.

Here Corby lies in his last sleep

Grave digging was his occupation

Or ring the bell, or church to sweep,

Or dust the pews upon occasion

Lame of an arm and but one leg

Some charity Jack was deserving

He was to bashful for to beg

He rather did prefer half starving

His speech and manners were uncouth

But firm and staunch upon occasion

He always bluntly spoke the truth

Without the smallest deviation

To hunt the fox was his delight

To get sly reynard in his clutches

He stopped the fox holes in the night

All day he hunted on his crutches

Whene'er the fox was in full view

No footman with Jack could keep stitches,

So swift he on his crutches flew

And sprung quite over dykes and ditches

But now his sporting is all past

We trust his faults are all forgiven

Tis hoped he will meet with at last

All honest Sportsmen safe in heaven

Seems an interesting character and one we would have enjoyed having on the forum

Have a goodun Tony G

Happy Borthdaay Foxy, aal the virree best te yi an many mair as weel