I've got several Linotype matrix keys lying about the place, one is a keyring, set in resin, my Dad and my maternal Grandad both worked at the Lino in Timperly.
The factory closed years ago but it was a huge employer round here, you would hear the horn go off at lunchtime and 5pm and all the men, Dad included, would stream out on their bikes.
I have a brass horse, Grandad made in the foundary, someone would bring something interesting in and the men would make a cast and make their own copies. He was a foreman on the shop floor where they made the Lino machines.
Dad was a clerk in the offices.
Oh, look, a Linotype machine!
My Dad, and my maternal Grandad, both worked at the Lino at Broadheath in Altrincham for donkeys years. Dad was a clark but Grandad, Perseverance Skinner, was a forman on the shop floor.
You knew when it was midday and when it was five o'clock when the horn went and all the dads came out on their bikes.
I have a couple of matrix (matrices?) still here somewhere.
The works survived up until the eighties, repairing and replacing parts for Linotype machines still in use in India and China.
Sadly all gone now, even the football pitch has been built on.
I would go and watch the Lino team when they played at home (if it wasn't a Saturday when Dr Who was on, some things were sacred, even my Dad came home early to watch Dr Who with me) as Dad was their treasurer and if it rained, would go play in the bomb shelters with the other kids.
Oh, look, a Linotype machine!
My Dad, and my maternal Grandad, both worked at the Lino at Broadheath in Altrincham for donkeys years. Dad was a clark but Grandad, Perseverance Skinner, was a forman on the shop floor.
You knew when it was midday and when it was five o'clock when the horn went and all the dads came out on their bikes.
I have a couple of matrix (matrices?) still here somewhere.
The works survived up until the eighties, repairing and replacing parts for Linotype machines still in use in India and China.
Sadly all gone now, even the football pitch has been built on.
I would go and watch the Lino team when they played at home (if it wasn't a Saturday when Dr Who was on, some things were sacred, even my Dad came home early to watch Dr Who with me) as Dad was their treasurer and if it rained, would go play in the bomb shelters with the other kids.
Do like the look of the Bacon and Egg soup, Teresa, have to work on scalling it down, bit much for one... (plus cat but he shouldn't really have such things).
My favourite soup is Guilia De Cesare's Butternut Squash, mostly because it's so easy.
Fry a couple of onions in a big pan in a little butter untill nicely golden. Add a couple of pints of stock (or water if no stock in freezer) chicken stock works well. Peel and cut up some Butternuts - two or three depending on size of pan and poach in stock untill dissolved. Add small tub of single cream (or large amount of double cream if on Plokta diet) bring back to almost boil and add a pinch of salt and lots of black pepper. Serve with an extra dash of cream.
Yummy.
What I love about the octopus thing, is that it predates all the tentacle anime and manga by centuries.
Sue (who has slash on her hard drive which would send the thought police and/or her mother into connuptions).
I'm dyslexic, or rather, I'm slightly dyslexic and rather more number blind (can't remember what that's called) but I spell much, much better on the computer, where I touch type, than when writing longhand or if you ask me to spell verbally.
I still have spelling blackspots but my fingers remember how to spell words much better than the rest of me, and that's using a different part of the brain, I remember the pattern and rhythm of words on the key pad, rather than how to spell them.
I still have the annoying habit of transposing, miss hearing and reversing numbers all the time, a pain at work where I take telephone messages and process invoices.
And just don't ask me to tell left from right - the famous cry of the driving instructor "Left, LEFT, no, no, no, your other left!"
Drives my belly dancing teacher nuts too.
I think my life is complete without Veggi Tales, I was scarred at an early age by Tinger and Tucker (Bible stories via Koalas... no wonder I'm a witch).
Sulking.
Followed the Particles link to the Bean Bible, expecting those whacky Americans to be doing bible stories with beans dressed up as Moses and what do I get?
Bean recipies, bean ideas, more than you ever needed to know about beans.
Pout.
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