Tell Us Something Really Trivial About Your Life (Vol 31)
Discussion
Bobberoo99 said:
Morning chaps 
We're off out shopping to see if we can find Mrs Bobbers a new ring!!
not that sort of ring! You dirty boy!!! 
She's decided she'd like a chocolate diamond, and seeing as it's rare she asks for anything I think it's important I do my best to make it happen!!!
Bobbers, if you're not pressed for time, find a secondhand ring with a stone she likes and have it reset in a modern setting. Mrs C and I did this with her solitaire. There's involvement in the process, finishing up with exactly what you want and value of money.We're off out shopping to see if we can find Mrs Bobbers a new ring!!
not that sort of ring! You dirty boy!!! She's decided she'd like a chocolate diamond, and seeing as it's rare she asks for anything I think it's important I do my best to make it happen!!!
Ah! A chocolate diamond gemstone ring! Why didn't you say so?
A long time ago I bought Mrs. Robbo a large smokey topaz to be set in a ring and two smaller ones for pendant earrings. I think they were "lozenge cut", IIRC.
I was in Kathmandu and found a street full of gem dealers. It was New Street, the only street that had neon lights in the shop windows. All the shops on this street were gem dealers.
If you walk down from the dusty square with the dried up fountains in front of the Temple of the ( 83 year old ) Sacred Virgin, past the market stalls selling mountaineering gear, out-of-date rusting tins of strange foods, silk prayer flags, bronze religious statuettes of copulating couples and groups, and an improvised roadside forge where two skilled artisans will knock you up a first-rate razor sharp kukhri from a leaf from a dismantled Bedford van rear spring while you wait ( pause for breath, this is a long sentence ), carry on downhill, past the the second-hand bedside table specialists, the empty bottle stall, the rush mat weavers, and the man with the baskets of goats' meat and flies, the fresh produce and not-so-fresh produce and you come to New Street. You will know it is New Street because it has a pavement. ( On one side only )
The gem dealer where I made my purchase was the fourth on the left.
He showed me lots of glittery sparkling stones, some raw, some rough cut and some ( rather expensive ) beauties. He said most of them were imported from Brazil, which I thought was a bit odd, seeing as rubies and the like were found in India which was just next door.
Anyway, after a good bit of haggling, I decided that the smokey topaz would perfectly complement Mrs. Robbo's "Little Black Dress" on special occasions and we did a deal.
I walked out clutching a little black velvet drawstring bag containing my preciousGollum gems.
A few days later I took them to a reputable silversmith in Hong Kong that had been recommended to me by a trusted friend and explained to him exactly how I wanted the stones set, a modern solitaire ring and matching pendant earrings for my beloved.
We agreed a price for the work, and a few days later went to pick them up. He had done a marvellous job.
When I returned to the UK a few weeks later and presented my gift to Mrs. Robbo, she was absolutely thrilled with the set. The ring even fitted perfectly as well.
She also liked the other gifts I gave her, but those gems were worth so many Brownie points I couldn't put a foot wrong for weeks.
The things we do for Queen and Country, eh!
Footnote: Please be aware that this all took.place back in 1973, so.some things may have changed a bit since then. For a start, they had the big earthquake a few years ago. I really feel for those poor people.
But I bet the stall selling rusty cans of dubious food is still there...
A long time ago I bought Mrs. Robbo a large smokey topaz to be set in a ring and two smaller ones for pendant earrings. I think they were "lozenge cut", IIRC.
I was in Kathmandu and found a street full of gem dealers. It was New Street, the only street that had neon lights in the shop windows. All the shops on this street were gem dealers.
If you walk down from the dusty square with the dried up fountains in front of the Temple of the ( 83 year old ) Sacred Virgin, past the market stalls selling mountaineering gear, out-of-date rusting tins of strange foods, silk prayer flags, bronze religious statuettes of copulating couples and groups, and an improvised roadside forge where two skilled artisans will knock you up a first-rate razor sharp kukhri from a leaf from a dismantled Bedford van rear spring while you wait ( pause for breath, this is a long sentence ), carry on downhill, past the the second-hand bedside table specialists, the empty bottle stall, the rush mat weavers, and the man with the baskets of goats' meat and flies, the fresh produce and not-so-fresh produce and you come to New Street. You will know it is New Street because it has a pavement. ( On one side only )
The gem dealer where I made my purchase was the fourth on the left.
He showed me lots of glittery sparkling stones, some raw, some rough cut and some ( rather expensive ) beauties. He said most of them were imported from Brazil, which I thought was a bit odd, seeing as rubies and the like were found in India which was just next door.
Anyway, after a good bit of haggling, I decided that the smokey topaz would perfectly complement Mrs. Robbo's "Little Black Dress" on special occasions and we did a deal.
I walked out clutching a little black velvet drawstring bag containing my precious
A few days later I took them to a reputable silversmith in Hong Kong that had been recommended to me by a trusted friend and explained to him exactly how I wanted the stones set, a modern solitaire ring and matching pendant earrings for my beloved.
We agreed a price for the work, and a few days later went to pick them up. He had done a marvellous job.
When I returned to the UK a few weeks later and presented my gift to Mrs. Robbo, she was absolutely thrilled with the set. The ring even fitted perfectly as well.
She also liked the other gifts I gave her, but those gems were worth so many Brownie points I couldn't put a foot wrong for weeks.
The things we do for Queen and Country, eh!
Footnote: Please be aware that this all took.place back in 1973, so.some things may have changed a bit since then. For a start, they had the big earthquake a few years ago. I really feel for those poor people.
But I bet the stall selling rusty cans of dubious food is still there...
glenrobbo said:
DickyC said:
glenrobbo said:
Dusty eyes?
Not long back from a night turn on an engineering train in the middle of nowhere (near Kibworth Beachamp in leafy Leicestershire), on the way home I watched the sun come up and had one of those warm and fuzzy 'everything's alright with the world' moments. It did not last, getting out of the car when I arrived home I stubbed my toe. It's not on you know.
slopes said:
I grew up in the East Midlands, local copper was a nasty piece of work....long story - he ended up causing my dad to make a complaint aginst him for harrassing me - however, he met an early end due to THAT particular disease.
Trivial news, the late Graham Chapman and i went to the same school, although not at the same time.
Our local copper was Dick Bright who was more into stopping his police mini and chatting to his pals than doing any police work.Trivial news, the late Graham Chapman and i went to the same school, although not at the same time.
At 16 I got an mot failure moggy 1000 and ran it round the fields, shot it up with all manner of guns and painted it bizarre colours. I sold it to a local and decided to deliver it by road. Went round a bend and there was DB sitting in his mini. I had no licence no tax or mot no headlamps no windscreen and with bullet holes all over the bodywork with ‘dragonfly’ painted down the sides.
I gave him the thumbs up.
He nodded in acknowledgment.
That was it.
Local policing at its zenith
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