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Being honest Jack I've got some kitchen knives branded Zyliss, Japanese steel supposed to be stainless. But they come out the dishwasher covered in rust spots. On the other hand I have a bread knife which we got on an offer from Kellogg's over 60 years ago and it's as good as the day we got except the wooden handle is suffering a little wear. So as they say mate all that glitters is not gold!

Sheffield Blades no doubt, known all over the world the finest quality, cutlery and knives. Sadly now all gone apart from a few back street old apprenticed trained knife makers now in old age. Az a bin lid living among,st many back street workshops I used to watch them working in really scruffy conditions especially the buffer women who were wrapped in brown paper to avoid the shite thrown out by the buffing wheels and the geezers grinding the blades on the grinding wheels dint av a long life after breathing in shite all day. Hence even as a bin lid I remember the brass spitoon just az the gorron the old Tramcar and first thing geezers did when they gorron was flob a snotter into it then sit down and light up a Woodbine!

One thing a did learn as a sprog wuz never ta give any o them buffer women any cheek unless tha wanted an extra thick lug oyle and tha deffo ad ta wetch theesen if tha took a tash out who,s Ma wuz a buffer lady cos thad shit theesen wonderin whether she,d tell er mother that thad tried ta gerrer clouts off! 😱 

Some of them old dolls after using the Poss tub and Wringer to wash clothes had bigger arms that Charles Atlas, you never took liberties with them unless you enjoyed having your lugs clouted! 😆 

Remember guin ta the local wesh house wi mi dear old Mum and seein wimmin az big az Pro wrestlers sittin theer gossipin n dreadin one of em pickin me up n givin mi a cuddle that felt like a bear hug from Primo Carnera! 😧 

When the said wash day Monday in them days they meant it Dave, in the colliery Rows the washing lines were strung across the street with bed sheets whiter than driven snow mate. And god forgive any body with a horse and cart trying to deliver owt, A saw big Evelyn Peart chase the Knife sharpener with his bike and barrow when he tried to squeeze through, It put the shite up him I can tell you! 😀 

Tha dint argue wi the Wimmin back in them days Bob if tha dint fancy a thick lug oyle! 😖 

Dave, this was the same woman, who got a job as a cook at some big house by bluffing her way. One day the Mistress said we are going walking into Rothbury Evelyn, we would like some Welsh Rarebit on our return for lunch! Evelyn got the sack, her excuse was "I went into the pantry were the gamekeeper hung the rabbits, but I didn't know which was Scotch, Welsh, English or bloody Irish!" Not the brightest light on the tree, but her heart was in the right place! 🤣 🤣 🤣 

Some great characters back then Bob. I remember at the top of our street the workmen wo diggin a big oyle probably fer one o the pipes or services, our street wuz all them stone sets stuck together wi tar and at neet a neet watchman wuz employed ta sit under iz little canopy in front of iz coyle brazier ta keep an eye out fer any tea leaves knockin about. A used ta get mi Mum ta mek mi some jam sandwiches n a used ta gu n sit wi im ta keep im company till doss time. Eee used ta tell mi some brill stories about iz youth livin in Oyrland n all about the Leprachauns, used ta fascinate me, talk about the blarnystone!

Dave I think the Blarney Stone is reality mate, can't remember exactly but it's on the wall of some historic building in Ireland, and people have to lie on their back I believe in order to kiss it as it's in quite an awkward position. No doubt someone on here can enhance on that a little better than me.

Bin in some awkward positions mesen when lyin on mi back Bob but deffo were,nt kissin a stoo-an at the time! 😎 

That's correct Bob, it's at the top of Blarney Castle somewhere down south over here. Apparently some bloke holds yer ankles while you lie on yer back and slide out over a drop to kiss the bottom of the stone! never been there as I don't need anything more than a couple of Guinness's to get the gob going 19 to the dozen!

Spent a year in Cork working, visited Blarney Castle heard stories  about the Blarney stone. The pubs had great characters one we went in on a Saturday was frequent by Olly Read