Car Cameras

Yes true Celt with some German thrown in. Fair skinned and blue eyes.

You mean the bike ride.

Just all good fun or the fire one with Julian 

erhmm this celtic language is a bugger to understand!! never mind welsh!

You ought to try living in Spain. The Welsh are called Galles and they insist I am English. I do speak English but when they say me no speak English I say. You speak Galles and I will speak Espaniol. 

They are great soccer fans and the only connection they have with Wales in Gareth Bale of Real Madrid. Who is from Cardiff my home town :;smile:

Are Gareth Bale si si

there was a sailor once called Tristan Jones who wrote some interesting 'boys only adventure' sailing books and always claimed he was Welsh. He invented a welsh life for himself giving directions and naming his birth village in Wales that didn't exist. I had fun once trying to track it down but all the locals just shrugged and said join the queue. Eventually someone biographed him and we all discovered that he was illegitimate; born to a woman who may have been called Jones in Liverpool and immediately given away to a orphanage.

he sailed some nice boats and may have benefited from car cameras on his boats!

I can identify with the driving, bit quiter here but scary and fast.

They take much more risk but if they knock their car  it's as if  it it doesn't matter. The speed puts me on edge most.

We prefer to hire cars. The civil guarda tend to leave you alone as their are constant car checks and that is the whole car. Now you must carry your own breathalyser kit or you will be fined.

davo wrote:

there was a sailor once called Tristan Jones who wrote some interesting 'boys only adventure' sailing books and always claimed he was Welsh. He invented a welsh life for himself giving directions and naming his birth village in Wales that didn't exist. I had fun once trying to track it down but all the locals just shrugged and said join the queue. Eventually someone biographed him and we all discovered that he was illegitimate; born to a woman who may have been called Jones in Liverpool and immediately given away to a orphanage.

he sailed some nice boats and may have benefited from car cameras on his boats!

 
Poor man.  Perhaps he wanted heritage to feel he belonged.

Goldie wrote:

davo wrote:

there was a sailor once called Tristan Jones who wrote some interesting 'boys only adventure' sailing books and always claimed he was Welsh. He invented a welsh life for himself giving directions and naming his birth village in Wales that didn't exist. I had fun once trying to track it down but all the locals just shrugged and said join the queue. Eventually someone biographed him and we all discovered that he was illegitimate; born to a woman who may have been called Jones in Liverpool and immediately given away to a orphanage.

he sailed some nice boats and may have benefited from car cameras on his boats!

 
Poor man.  Perhaps he wanted heritage to feel he belonged.

well personally I think he insulted the Welsh by his claims

davo wrote:there was a sailor once called Tristan Jones who wrote some interesting 'boys only adventure' sailing books and always claimed he was Welsh. He invented a welsh life for himself giving directions and naming his birth village in Wales that didn't exist. I had fun once trying to track it down but all the locals just shrugged and said join the queue. Eventually someone biographed him and we all discovered that he was illegitimate; born to a woman who may have been called Jones in Liverpool and immediately given away to a orphanage.
he sailed some nice boats and may have benefited from car cameras on his boats!  
Poor man.  Perhaps he wanted heritage to feel he belonged.


A man in Liverpool once tripped up over a dead dog lying in the pavement. He didn't have a camera with which to photograph a dog. So he photographed a cat instead.

ah cats eyes heh??

davo wrote:

Goldie wrote:

davo wrote:

there was a sailor once called Tristan Jones who wrote some interesting 'boys only adventure' sailing books and always claimed he was Welsh. He invented a welsh life for himself giving directions and naming his birth village in Wales that didn't exist. I had fun once trying to track it down but all the locals just shrugged and said join the queue. Eventually someone biographed him and we all discovered that he was illegitimate; born to a woman who may have been called Jones in Liverpool and immediately given away to a orphanage.

he sailed some nice boats and may have benefited from car cameras on his boats!

 
Poor man.  Perhaps he wanted heritage to feel he belonged.

well personally I think he insulted the Welsh by his claims

Nah Davo I think most Welsh  would find it funny. Another Walter Mitty  :;smile: 

He needed a cwtch.  Welsh for a hug

davo wrote:

ah cats eyes heh??

Are you referring to those reflective things that are sunk into the centre of the road?

did you ever see the doco of the man who invented them - lived as a recluse with tvs on in every room and boxes of cats eyes looking at him all the time - he purred a lot!

Well here's a turn up. When I left school in 1949 I got a job as an assistant to a dyer who ran a dye works on the west side of Halifax. The deal was that I would continue my education on the "dye stuffs and fibres" front and, when the chap who I was to assist retired, I would take over his job.
We lived miles to the east of Halfax and in order to get to the dyeworks I had to catch the first bus out of Bradford on the Halifax route. The bus route passed the factory where the "cats eyes" were born  and bred..

My usual seat was next to an old gent who was an engineer. He was one of the type that actually do things with their hands instead of the sort who keep their hands clean by drawing plans. One morning as we passed the "cats eye foundry" He sighed and said,  " You know.... I was a right fool." and then went on to tell me that he  had been one of the inventors mates, and had been since childhood, as had one or two others.

When the inventor wanted to take out a patent on his cats eyes he needed money, for various solicitors fees etc. and so had asked his mates for support. Apparently my travelling companion was, for domestic reasons (I think it was a new born child)  unable to join in.  He was extremely sad about it as you can understand. All his chums were wealthy  directors and he was still going to work at the crack of dawn.

He told of how wealthy the inventor had become over the years and of his drink parties and how "well off" were his mates who lent him money all those years before.


I like the joke of Ken Dodd's about cats eyes. He wondered what the man would have made had he seen the back end of the cat in his headlight beam

catgate wrote:

Well here's a turn up. When I left school in 1949 I got a job as an assistant to a dyer who ran a dye works on the west side of Halifax. The deal was that I would continue my education on the "dye stuffs and fibres" front and, when the chap who I was to assist retired, I would take over his job.
We lived miles to the east of Halfax and in order to get to the dyeworks I had to catch the first bus out of Bradford on the Halifax route. The bus route passed the factory where the "cats eyes" were born  and bred..

My usual seat was next to an old gent who was an engineer. He was one of the type that actually do things with their hands instead of the sort who keep their hands clean by drawing plans. One morning as we passed the "cats eye foundry" He sighed and said,  " You know.... I was a right fool." and then went on to tell me that he  had been one of the inventors mates, and had been since childhood, as had one or two others.

When the inventor wanted to take out a patent on his cats eyes he needed money, for various solicitors fees etc. and so had asked his mates for support. Apparently my travelling companion was, for domestic reasons (I think it was a new born child)  unable to join in.  He was extremely sad about it as you can understand. All his chums were wealthy  directors and he was still going to work at the crack of dawn.

He told of how wealthy the inventor had become over the years and of his drink parties and how "well off" were his mates who lent him money all those years before.


I like the joke of Ken Dodd's about cats eyes. He wondered what the man would have made had he seen the back end of the cat in his headlight beam

Wow! What an interesting read catgate. I enjoyed that. Sad tale as well