Monday 30 November 2020

Covid19 ressurection - Locked down in Yorkshireshireshire. Part 6

Crackle calling Splut.....Are you receiving ..Over....Crackle calling Splut...Confirm operation 'Covid19 canal side' ...over...

Sput receiving loud and clear...can confirming operation 'Covid19 canal side' is go!!    Over and out. 

A date was set. Sunday 29/11/20.  Under the cover of performing outdoor exercise we would meet at Checkpoint Saltaire Brauerei on Dockfield Straße. Splut would bring Little Walt's engine and I would exchange it for sausage sandwiches and coffee. This was a meeting frought with danger because Borisk Von  Ulbricht-Johnson UK's dictator and komica had imposed almost martial law across the country due to the SARS-CoV-2 pandemic.  NO MEETINGS...IT IS ZE LAW !! Another special law made too late to have any effect by the Conservative Bureau de Backhanders. 

Splut would be coming from the East across the Drehbrücke dem Shipley. I would make my way from the West using the Esholt Hauptstaße through the sewage works.

10.00 a.m. The mist hovered over the canal. Nobody about but the occasional E'biker and a couple of joggers trying not to slip in the mud. Down the straße only one other vehicle was visible. This was an 'L' driver fully occupied trying to overcome the effects of using 'Kangeroo petrol' with a heavy clutch foot.

Greetings...Splut I presume. 

Indeed it is 'I' Alb.

An elbow knock to confirm friendship before the trunk of Spluts transporter was opened to confirm the engine was present complete with a blinding gleem. It was indeed the real deal!!! Hurray. 


Lying on clean bedding too.

Sausage sandwich old chap? Well deserved. I also have a flask of piping hot mulled wine to share. 

Oh yes!!!      Quickly poured before a customary clink of goblets ......Cheers !!!


Sandwich of The Shire of York'  (Pork sausage, fried tomato and a good dollop of brown sauce all squashed into a T'cake) What's not to like.? Keeps the cold out too!


Splut tucks in.......Celebrating mission accomplished !!! -  Engine delivered, and all grub eaten -2 x sausage sarnies down the hatch, mulled wine, couple of coffees and finish off with a KitKat biscuit...

And with that we both departed with a hearty wave, disappearing into the mist like it never happened.



Tuesday 24 November 2020

Covid19 ressurection - Locked down in Yorkshireshireshire. Part 5

Greetings..It is 'I' your scribe Albert Crackleport sending a sanitized missive into the digital mayhem that is now controlling life on planet Earth. Mega-omputors collating every scrap of personal data....the power of Google... Don't end up like Paul Bennewitz....being sucked in to the matrix....Ah, too late most of G4 receivers are already lost.  Good job I have the sense to convert all Vintafaking news into analogue...If ya fitted with valves then yipee....ya incoming waves will continual ebbing and flowing......non stop Amplitude Modulated........ Cats Wisker twitching off the scale!


Here's what communication on the airwaves looked like when Little Walt took to the road for the first time.... in around 1926...    Saturday night special - Miss Rene Maxwell belting out a good la la la sing song in screechy soprano...eeeekkk!


Danger....Valve about to blow.....

Oh, Let's fast forwaaaard to the year 2020. The month of November, What can I say without repeating myself......I'm still in Lockdown. A new word for 2020 and now spoken in every sentence. Understood by all and adhered to by few. Hey it's worth 18 points on the scrabble board though.

That's my life...Locked down - I'm ok with that, not like I'm short of shed projects. The engine of Little Walt is still being fed and watered at Spluts Polishing Shop. Caught in the Covid19 anti movement net. Will be a bit of a bummer if I'm charged storage.!!! Can I get it back?  Maybe I can do a Click and Collect? or pay with shadow economy currency......How does a gallon of stout sound? or maybe a clandestine meeting with Splut down by Thackley Railway Tunnel disguised as twitchers?

 Yep, gonna contact Splut and see if he has an old raincoat and binoculars...Nobody will suspect.

Posh.....beer.  (Scrabble score 6 points).