This week’s photochallenge set by the chaps at WordPress, asks for numbers.
Looking about for ideas I thought of barcodes (an optical, machine readable representation of data, doncha know) and found many examples just by unpacking the shopping.
“The very first scanning of the now ubiquitous Universal Product Code (UPC) barcode was on a pack of Wrigley Company chewing gum in June 1974.” (Wiki, I thank you) Continue reading “Barcoded”
Modern parents are not just expected to bankroll their adult children, they now have to store all their unwanted clutter as well.
Blimey, I could have written this article, but I didn’t.
I’m forwarding it to my dear fledglings who fled the nest some years ago, but neglected to take their possessions with them. There is an interesting list of the things they store in the family home and I think I can safely say I have all of them!
Attics, their bedrooms and the whole house is full of their stuff. Well, I exaggerate slightly as I have gradually, with their reluctant permission, discarded at least some of it but there is still a way to go.
Yes, entirely the fault of the parents, for being so indulgent, but my off-spring really don’t have much room.
OK, I’ll call a man with a van and ship it to them, and let them pay the bill.
One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very Sexy nightie. ‘Tie me up,’ she purred, ‘and you can do anything you want.’ So he tied her up and went golfing.
And my Granddaughter decided that she wanted her hair curled. In my daughter’s words:
Phew! It;s hot, hot, hot! I can;t believe my 5 year old daughter managed to cajole her grandfather into using the curling iron to curl her hair. I told her it was WAY to hot, and she just flounced out of the room saying- Pop Pop will do it for me! lol
And do I see any sign in the press that, sixty-seven years ago today, the greatest sea-borne invasion in history took place on the beaches of Normandy, beginning the end of the Great Patriotic War, excuse me, World War Two? I see that Hugh Bonneville is up for the Gentleman’s Club role, whatever the hell that may be, that Bob Geldoff has been rocking them in the aisles with his tales of love, that Wayne Rooney has had a hair transplant…
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that’s in the side that’s in goes out, and when he’s out he comes in and the next man goes in until he’s out. When they are all out, the side that’s out comes in and the side thats been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay all out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have been out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!
A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, ‘Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!’
The husband said, ‘Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?’ ‘Doesn’t matter,’ she said. ‘Just get out.’
The third one escapes me.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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