Blast from the past - remind us of a thing
Discussion
Scarletpimpofnel said:
My parents had one of these paraffin camping stoves in the shed. As kids we used to have pretend fights with all the local boys in the local woods. Some had bows/arrows, others catapults, some spud guns, some water bombs, stones, sticks, whatever you could lay your hands on really.
As a 12 year old I managed to convert my parents camping stove into a flame thrower. I took the rose off it then pump the pressure up to the max and you got a fine jet of paraffin about 12ft long squirting out when held horizontally. My flame thrower was a battle field game changer and saw off anyone that came close. It had the unfortunate side effect of setting fire to the brush in the woods which then had to be stamped out. By the time I got home I stunk of parraffin, jeans had burn marks and so on so got in much trouble.
Yes we used to have stone fights in the woods, probably about 5 to 10 kids on each side, throwing, stones , small rocks etc at the other group, as hard as we could. How no one lost an eye I have no idea. Only injury I got was from friendly fire when I stood up to throw one and caught one from behind, cue bleeding head and making excuses to my mother how I slipped over.As a 12 year old I managed to convert my parents camping stove into a flame thrower. I took the rose off it then pump the pressure up to the max and you got a fine jet of paraffin about 12ft long squirting out when held horizontally. My flame thrower was a battle field game changer and saw off anyone that came close. It had the unfortunate side effect of setting fire to the brush in the woods which then had to be stamped out. By the time I got home I stunk of parraffin, jeans had burn marks and so on so got in much trouble.
a similar "war" we would wage for fun (amongst friends) was to mould lumps of clay on the ends of springy saplings and then fire it at each other!!
I can confirm that if one hit you in the middle of your back then it really REALLY fking hurt!!.
again- how nobody lost an eye or worse I don't know. #StaggeringlyStupid
I can confirm that if one hit you in the middle of your back then it really REALLY fking hurt!!.
again- how nobody lost an eye or worse I don't know. #StaggeringlyStupid
Export56 said:
Scarletpimpofnel said:
My parents had one of these paraffin camping stoves in the shed. As kids we used to have pretend fights with all the local boys in the local woods. Some had bows/arrows, others catapults, some spud guns, some water bombs, stones, sticks, whatever you could lay your hands on really.
As a 12 year old I managed to convert my parents camping stove into a flame thrower. I took the rose off it then pump the pressure up to the max and you got a fine jet of paraffin about 12ft long squirting out when held horizontally. My flame thrower was a battle field game changer and saw off anyone that came close. It had the unfortunate side effect of setting fire to the brush in the woods which then had to be stamped out. By the time I got home I stunk of parraffin, jeans had burn marks and so on so got in much trouble.
Yes we used to have stone fights in the woods, probably about 5 to 10 kids on each side, throwing, stones , small rocks etc at the other group, as hard as we could. How no one lost an eye I have no idea. Only injury I got was from friendly fire when I stood up to throw one and caught one from behind, cue bleeding head and making excuses to my mother how I slipped over.As a 12 year old I managed to convert my parents camping stove into a flame thrower. I took the rose off it then pump the pressure up to the max and you got a fine jet of paraffin about 12ft long squirting out when held horizontally. My flame thrower was a battle field game changer and saw off anyone that came close. It had the unfortunate side effect of setting fire to the brush in the woods which then had to be stamped out. By the time I got home I stunk of parraffin, jeans had burn marks and so on so got in much trouble.
One year at bonfire night this erupted into a sort of artillery battle using firework rockets fired at an angle to come down amongst the “enemy”. We fired over 50 large rockets and received a similar amount of return fire. Amazing that no one was injured.
blueg33 said:
Between our estate and another estate was a strip of woodland with a stream running through it. There was slot of rivalry between the kids who lived on opposite sides.
One year at bonfire night this erupted into a sort of artillery battle using firework rockets fired at an angle to come down amongst the “enemy”. We fired over 50 large rockets and received a similar amount of return fire. Amazing that no one was injured.
But that was fun and a good laugh and you all went home knackered but having a good time. Nowadays it's all about whose got the biggest knife and who can shank who first. Me and my mates used to throw mud pies at each other and climb trees. When someone fell off, you laughed and so did the person on the floor. No one went home running to mum and dad's having a fight on the doorstep.One year at bonfire night this erupted into a sort of artillery battle using firework rockets fired at an angle to come down amongst the “enemy”. We fired over 50 large rockets and received a similar amount of return fire. Amazing that no one was injured.
BigBen said:
tim0409 said:
A bloke in the pub I used to be a regular in had one, affectionately know as 'Darth Vader' to the locals.dickymint said:
BigBen said:
My first thought was Peter Frampton's - 'show me the way' Granadier said:
Purosangue said:
Both of them look utterly bored.Anyway, if you go to the theatre and spend your time painting a picture of the barmaid, it doesn't say much for the entertainment value of the show...
Purosangue said:
Granadier said:
whats even more OCD is the reflection in the mirror shows the back of the barmaid talking to a customer ...........only from the front she has a tiny waist which doesnt match her reflection ....definitely her from the position of the table ,,,,,,,Purosangue said:
whats even more OCD is the reflection in the mirror shows the back of the barmaid talking to a customer ...........only from the front she has a tiny waist which doesnt match her reflection ....definitely her from the position of the table ,,,,,,,
If you're OCD about the reflection you might want to start with the fact that she is in the wrong place and the angle is completely wrong.Purosangue said:
whats even more OCD is the reflection in the mirror shows the back of the barmaid talking to a customer ...........only from the front she has a tiny waist which doesnt match her reflection ....definitely her from the position of the table ,,,,,,,
Maybe that's not a reflection - perhaps there are two bars, back to back, and that's another person behind.Purosangue said:
Granadier said:
whats even more OCD is the reflection in the mirror shows the back of the barmaid talking to a customer ...........only from the front she has a tiny waist which doesnt match her reflection ....definitely her from the position of the table ,,,,,,,Perspective has also been weakened by other means. X-rays show the the table in the foreground originally had ends, that receded according to the normal rules of perspective, like the table behind, but Manet painted them out and carried the ends of the table out of the frame. This makes it hard to read what is going on, coupled with the fact that everything in the ‘background’ is actually a reflection in a large mirror, and is, in fact, behind the viewer. The picture breaks down into a series of strips, like paper overlayed over each other, with minimal space in between, one of these spaces being occupied by the girl.
Up to the time of this painting, artists were happy to use the rules of perspective to paint pictures that depicted a view like out of a window, but Manet and the post impressionists were breaking down these rules, and before long pictures were starting to occupy flat two dimensional surfaces again, just like they did before the Renaissance. This is the first signal of that move.
The girl is trapped in a place there is no apparent way out of, which is a great simile for her position in reality, for usually the barmaids were ‘available’ as prostitutes, and that is presumably what the negotiation on the right is all about. Her blank expression highlights her hopelessness in ever regaining a place in ‘decent, society.
It is a fantastic example of form and content working together, the very way the picture is designed becoming part of what is expresses.
And besides, it is the only picture ever painted that contains two bottles of Bass.
Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff