Iâve noted my recent rediscovery of a hobby of my youth - bell ringing.
Iâve joined a very pleasant and highly skilled band but was highly amused today to find things have changed a bit.
In my day, ringing chambers were places of decorum and polite manners, restrained language.
Today, when I messed up big time (it happens) a gentleman ten years my superior politely told me to âfucking dodge with the fucking treble and fucking get down on the fucking frontâ. Never mind the technicalities of what he was explaining, in my 74 years it was the most honest, direct and appropriate advice I have ever received.
I was told afterwards that his terminology was a technical explanation of my errors and we had a good laugh.
A strange encounter but oddly refreshing.
So fvcking British, always someone knows better than youâŚ
Itâs hardly surprising some of these old buffers have been doing it for eons.
My Uncle rang at St Nicholas Church, Brockenhurst from the age of ten years to three weeks before his death at 84. All of the ringers there were taught by him.
The thing is, he definitely knew better than me.
Shroppie, putting the camp into campanology. 
Maybe the butch in butchery wound work betterâŚ
UmmâŚhow did she get changed so quickly? 
One @Goatboy will appreciate
Meat tenderiser for Xmas.
Not sure if Mrs C_S actually bought it for me because I wanted one or just for her own useâŚ.(still better than frying pans eh, @CB-Saint ? 
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Had to throw her kids out firstâŚthought you knew.
