Here, it's often warmer outside than in. The other day was a good example.
My elderly friend John has the heating turned up full all the time. He 'feels the cold' apparently. Then he's mystified as to why all the farm cats keep trying to get into his house, and, when I'm there, my dog wanders around looking for a water bowl. It is STIFLING.
Only a couple of weeks ago, it was exactly that here (in N. Yorks). I was so struck by the difference I used a laser thermometer; dark green plastic surface, both in the sun; inside was 12.2 DegC., outside was 14.6!
Same thing happened to my wife. Her hair actually froze, as in frozen stiff. She didn't get a cold though.
I thought the bathtub was somehow involved in the making of the gin, rather than it's reputed 'benefits' regarding unwanted pregnancies. I'm sure I've heard the phrase 'bathtub gin' way back.
Started to grow my hair long when I was 12 (1968, Jimi Hendrix). My Dad was a tolerant bloke, never argued about it at home. I never had much hassle, even from school, until we changed headmaster when I was in 6th form, by which time other pupils had started doing it.Back then, 1970s, girls were generally allowed long hair and the boys' was short. My suspicion is that long hair was seen as a dangerously female attribute which required close control.
Can remember, aged about 13, being accused by adults of flaunting myself when walking around with my long hair loose.
Baffled me.
All very Victorian.
Which may have helped keep the idiots off. And also I am VERY stubborn.
I think that is a bit of a different situation though. If you have taken your coat off voluntarily because it is so hot inside then you don't need to get told "you won't feel the benefit"! That is reserved for people who should be made to feel cold at all times. Apparently.
You're not wrong.
I missed this reference earlier.
Yup, the old gin and a hot bath self-abortion method.
My Grandma was a one for that superstition.
It's superstition, supposed to go back centuries or more.
When I was very young I read a book by some Fortean author (Brad Steiger?) in which he said the maid in his childhood home told him something like "you want clean underwear on in case you get hit by a truck." That day he was hit by a truck. He used this as evidence that the maid was psychic. (He also ascribed other weird attributes to the incident and the maid, but of similarly flimsy nature.)When I was a kid, it was always 'Make sure you have clean underwear on, just in case' -
The 'just in case' was if an accident happened, and you ended up at the doctor / hospital!
It would get soiled very quickly, yes.Thamkfully I have never been hit by a truck but I can't help thinking that if I was, the clean underwear would, at that point, become redundant.
I suppose children don't do this anymore do they? We had to make our own fun back then though and umbrellas were definitely up there. If you kept the band fastened around it, when you pressed the button it could be used as a rather effective 'extending lance', or even some sort of more high-tech weapon of your choice.
I saw someone try this once and the brolly shot off the end of the handle and flew across the room.
It used to crack me up, who would wear used undies again anyway??Thamkfully I have never been hit by a truck but I can't help thinking that if I was, the clean underwear would, at that point, become redundant.
It's strange when you think how, only a relatively short time ago, things were so different. My Mother had a bureau that had a small drawer on the side in which there were some old batteries and sparkplugs that my Grandad had given me and that I'd occasionally get out to 'play with'.I saw someone try this once and the brolly shot off the end of the handle and flew across the room.
I remember we had a huge box of old skeleton keys that we used to play with, that my parents threw away -
''Take Charlie off your back'' was one of my Grandmothers- meaning 'don't hunch, stand straight'. I've no idea why 'Charlie' though.
My Dad taught us to "Never talk about politics or religion at a dinner table." (so in mixed company so basically the same thing). I was dating a girl when I was 18, her Mum was the secretary of a then famous politician, her parents had invited me round to join them all for a meal one night and her Dad asked me "So, who will you be voting for in this upcoming election?." .. "My Dad's taught me never to discuss politics or religion at a dinner table sorry.". He didn't push the matter.
Charlie Chaplin maybe?.
We were told that we couldn't swim for 1/2 hour after eating, that 2 hours is a bit extreme, but I think much of it is an overhang from Victorian times.
