March 15, 2009

Lawn mowers.
posted by Plegmund 15 years ago
  • Just the thing for keeping the green and pleasant land well-trimmed and tidy! While I suspect that they probably don't work very well, I like the idea of the bicycle-powered ones.
  • Horse-drawn mower? Pishaw! Just fence in the horse.
  • Mower inside? You deserve a whoppin'!
  • Thanks, Gramma - I just got it. Must be the accent. Here, we only have big bird puns. "yo' mower, it stinks" Might have to ask Bashi for help on that one
  • The bicycle mowers are interesting, but doesn't it make sense to fix the chain and pedals forward onto the rotary blade part so that you can see what you're cutting and directly control the speed of the blades?
  • Ha, Ed, I kiwi what you did there! Get in line for the whoppin'.
  • Never had, never wanted. Did I ever tell you about the time my uncle came home and found me clearing the area in front of the (new, and I really wanted to have a go of it, but he wouldn't let me) turned-on mower and totally freaked out because I could have turned myself into garden clippings? No, Ah well! it doesn't matter now, he died a few months ago. He was (for me) a strange and funny fellow. A tool man, he worked on building sites and gained and mastered knowledge outside of what he knew so that he could continue working and get casual jobs. He had to because otherwise there would be no work for him. He would turn up at a construction site and line up and wait to be picked for the day. I know this because he took me with him a couple of times when I was in my teens and looking for work. More often than not I didn't get work because I knew nothing, but he often didn't get anything either. He was always cheery though. He lived in a council house, so he could always get an extension on his rent. Even when Ivan from the Prudential came to collect the insurance, if the money wasn't immediately available, he would give him an extension because he knew he was 'good for it'. Unusually, he wasn't a drinker or smoker (in fact, I don't think he had a single vice), so there was always money for food. He took on the upbringing of children from a previous marriage and although it was never plain sailing he maintained an even keel. Even when Lil (my mother's sister) became a mormon (with all that entails) he treated it with magnanimity, rarely complained and was acceptive and supporting. He knew a shit load about the second world war and had a whole bunch of photographs that were burned along with him. Our loss. Vale Jack. Oh sorry! lawnmowers. Cool. I just got a little bit lost in reverie.
  • Neat story, tellurian. Drift into reverie as often as you wish. Sorry to hear he died recently. He sounds like a corker.
  • Oh! Mower inside! I get it now!
  • Hellooooo, trac!