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Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Emailing: The Hanwell Lunatic Asylum in the Illustrated London News January 1848



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Twelfth Night at the Hanwell Lunatic Asylum

 

"Seven years have elapsed since the experiment of non-restraint has been fully tried in the Hanwell Asylum; and Dr Conolly, in the spirit of a Christian philosopher, thanks God, with deep and unfeigned humility, that nothing has occurred during that period to throw discredit on the great principles for which he has so nobly battled".

We quote this emphatic testimony to the success of the non-restraint system of management of lunatic asylums from the first number of the Journal of Psychological Medicine and Mental Pathology, edited by Dr Forbes Winslow; a work specially devoted to the humane treatment of the insane, and from which the most beneficial results may be anticipated. The accompanying engraving presents a very interesting illustration of the non-restraint system pursued at Hanwell. Among the indoor recreations for the patients during the winter days and evenings, music is the greatest favourite. There are three pianos; flutes, clarionets, and violins have been brought for patients who could play. Some of the attendants are tolerable musicians, and a small band has been formed, which contributes much to the enjoyment of the winter evening parties. It is by no means uncommon, on approaching the wards appropriated to the more troublesome patients, on the male side of the asylum, to hear a lively performance on the fiddle, and to find patients dancing to it.

The patients often have small parties for dancing, and there are some entertainments on a larger scale. One of the latter, given to the female patients, took place on New Year's Eve; and, on the 6th instant (Thursday week) the usual Twelfth Night entertainment was given to the male patients, in the institution.

They assembled in the number of about 250, in the gallery of No 9 ward, and in the adjoining tower, both of which were tastefully decorated with evergreens; coloured lamps were suspended from the ceiling, and the gas burners were altered so as to appear like ornamental fan-lights; and many devices and mottoes were placed on the walls. At about half past four o'clock these patients partook of coffee and cake in the above apartment, and all the others were similarly regaled in their respective wards; after which some danced, others sang, some played on various instruments, others amused themselves with cards, draughts, dominoes, bagatelle, etc. At eight o'clock a supper of roast beef and vegetables was served to them, with an allowance of beer and tobacco. At the conclusion of this repast they again engaged in amusements till about half-past nine, when, after singing the National Anthem, they retired to bed in tranquillity and order. Good humour and mirth prevailed during the entire evening, not a single circumstance occurring to mar the happiness which all appeared to enjoy. The attendants were most zealous and assiduous in contributing to the festivity of the patients; and their exertions were, in the highest degree, praiseworthy. All the officers of the asylum, and several of the Committee of Visitors, were present.




 







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blonde joke

A little humour to put a smile on your dial.!!

 

Regards,  Freddie Reese

 

An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake.  He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a shot of Jack Daniels.  After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, "Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?'"


The bar immediately falls absolutely silent.


In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says, "Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know five things:
1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.
2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.
3. I'm a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt in karate.
4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weight lifter.
5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.
Now, think about it seriously, Cowboy. Do you still wanna tell that blonde joke?"

The blind cowboy thinks for a second, shakes his head and mutters, "No ... not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."

 

 

 

Monday, 27 February 2012

Fw: Orstralia spike milligan

 
 
 
Good day Tom. This is the seventh of the seven poems of Spikes that I am posting although I will be posting my own tribute to Spike over the upcoming weekend mate.
 
Did you receive #6 Tom, showing a much older and tired looking Spike that I sent earlier.? If not Tom let me know and I will resend. Seems that I may have got a little out of kilter in the sequence mate, my apologies
 
Great seeing all the archivial stuff that Yvonne is sending in mate, lots of good memories there.
 
Take care my friend,   Freddie
 
 
 
 
 
 

THIS IS THE LAST OF SEVEN POEMS BY SPIKE MILLIGAN TO BE POSTED ON THE CUCKOOITES SITE COMMEMORATING THE 10TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE PASSING OF SPIKE MILLIGAN ON THE 27TH FEBRUARY 2002. MANY OF US CUCKOOITES WOULD REMEMBER FONDLY THE CRAZY, QUIRKY, BRILLAINT WIT AND HUMOUR OF SPIKE THAT GAVE US MANY A LAUGH THROUGHOUT VARIOUS STAGES OF OUR LIVES AND HIS AND HIS WIT AND HUMOUR LIVES ON IN MANY OF HIS POEMS AND STORYS FOR GENERATIONS TO COME.
 
 
 
 

Orstralia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Orstralia – Orstralia
We think of you each day
Orstralia – Orstralia
At work or at play.
We think of yew in the morning
And in the evening too
We even wake up at mid-night
So that we can think of you.
Orstralia – Orstralia
We love you from the heart
The kidney, the Liver and the giblets,
And every other part.


Spike Milligan

 

 

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Fw: Campbell Green on ice

 
 
As my personal tribute to the very talented comedian, poet, writer and story teller, I offer the following poem, inspired by Spikes poems, written for my grand children and wonderfully illustrated by Cuckooite Del Southon, the very talented creator of our very own "Sir Rustalot".  Thank you once again Del.
 
 

 

CAMPBELL GREEN ON ICE..... by  "Tom Pepper"     December 2011

 

 

Campbell Green was often seen running after dark.

He would run like a hare, to goodness knows where,

he said he did it just for a lark.

He ran up hills, he ran down dales,

 some say that he could run on water!

He once ran to Spain and back again

 And then ran off to Gibraltar !

 

He would run through the night in the bright moonlight

in his big brown cloak and hat.

Then he would sleep all day, in a peculiar way,

 upside down, like a bat!!

He would hang by his feet from his bedroom door, giving folks a fright.

And he slept like that, in his big brown hat, until the very last chink of light.

 

He howled at the moon like a mad baboon,

as he hurtled through the night.

And he giggled and laughed as he ran so fast, unaware of his terrible plight.

(This was a big mistake for Campbell to make,

especially when running on ice, as he could run on grass and he could run on snow

but running on ice aint nice.)

The sound of a horn, so very forlorn, echoed from the murk,

Stopping Campbell in his tracks and pulling him up with a jerk.

 

Out of the dark came the runaway truck, skidding on the ice,

It was loaded with toys for girls and boys

and driven by three blind mice.!

Poor Campbell slipped and slided he did on the slippery, slidy ice.

But the runaway truck still hit poor Campbell, running him over, twice.

The front wheels caught him in full flight

and the rear wheels squashed him flat,

and an image hurtled through the air resembling a big brown bat!

A.B.and C,  the three blind mice, (accelerator, brake and clutch),

said that they smelt a rat,

As the only thing left of poor old Campbell, was, his big brown cloak and hat!

 

On a starlit night, when the moon is bright, and the wind blows in from the east.

You might hear a howl and maybe a giggle,

which some people say is a beast.

But you and I, and few others, know that it's just Campbell having a joke.

And if you strain your eyes so very hard, till your eyeballs bulge and pop,

you might just catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure with a big brown hat on top.

And just when think that you have spotted him, in his big brown flowing cloak,

he will laugh in your face and challenge to race,

then disappear in a puff of smoke!

 

 

 


 


Sunday, 26 February 2012

Fw: Australian school answering machine

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Subject: FW: Australian school answering machine

 
This one is priceless!

Australia has done it again.
 ACTUAL School answering machine. 
The first 15-20 seconds of this video has no sound-
...Wait for the telephone to ring. 
 
 
 


 

Friday, 24 February 2012

Fw: on the ning nang nong -spike milligan

 
 

Hi Tom. 

 

This is the email that I sent on 22nd taken from my sent file, I couldn't find it on Cucks mate so I guess that it dissapeared into the ether somehow. I didn't receive a "undelivered" notice either Tom, sounds like a gremlin attack mate!!
 
I hope that you receive OK this time.
 
Cheers,     Freddie

 
 
Thanks for posting these Tom. This is #6 for you to post. Take things steady my friend.
 
Freddie

 


 

THIS IS THE SIXTH OF SEVEN POEMS POSTED TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE TENTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH OF THE LATE SPIKE MILLIGAN WHO PASSED AWAY ON THE 27TH FEBRUARY 2002

 

 

A MUCH OLDER AND SOMEWHAT TROUBLED LOOKING SPIKE MILLIGAN

 

 

 

 

 

On the Ning Nang Nong

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!


Spike Milligan

 

 

 

 

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Fw: Yvonne Butler sent in these photo's

 
 
Shrove tues pancake day toss lent this week.spring now daffodils..1950 south rd southall..dick turpin.uxbridge rd hanwell heath brent lodge….whelks barrow shell fish 50s..turbans ladies scarf hair tucked in workers..

Fw:

 
 
Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2012 1:44 PM
 

Middlesex poem………And his poem..pubs..see junction arms pub still open…..canal..brentford branch southall….

Blacksmiths bath rd london rd

And also hanwell London.rd..uxbridge rd was called oxford rd.,,,,,,,,,,,,,.hanwell…pubs …….toll…turnpikes..penny post mail coaches….

Then 607 trolley bus pole to wires hanwell garage southall garage…became 207…

Before 1900s..trams….tracks in rd..driver out front….

Plenty photos about

Fw: Fwd: FW: Garage Owner

 
 
 
 

 

This is the true story of a garage owner in the east of Northampton who gave his dog a haircut.

He was sick and tired of thieves breaking into his garage shop to steal tools, etc.




So he came up with this idea to give his dog a haircut.
He put the word out that he had a new Mexican Lion that would attack anyone that tried to break in or climb his fence.





Would-be thieves saw the "Lion" from a distance and fled the scene.









The dog's probably trying to figure out why his head's so hot and his arse is so cold
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I'll give you 5 minutes to stop laughing before you send it on to others!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

































 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




 

 









 

 

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Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Fw: Emailing: Milligan_plaque

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
THIS IS THE FITH POEM IN A SERIES OF SEVEN POSTED IN MEMORY OF THE LATE SPIKE MILLIGAN WHO PASSED AWAY 10 YEARS AGO ON THE 27TH FEBRUARY 2002
 

 
 

 

THE PLAQUE AT THE FORMER RESIDENCE OF SPIKE MILLIGAN, 127 HOLDEN ROAD- ERECTED BY THE FINCHLEY SOCIETY
 

 

Maveric

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maveric Prowles
Had Rumbling Bowles
That thundered in the night.
It shook the bedrooms all around
And gave the folks a fright.
The doctor called;
He was appalled
When through his stethoscope
He heard the sound of a baying hound,
And the acrid smell of smoke.
Was there a cure?
'The higher the fewer'
The learned doctor said,
Then turned poor Maveric inside out
And stood him on his head.
'Just as I thought
You've been and caught
An Asiatic flu -
You musn't go near dogs I fear
Unless they come near you.'
Poor Maveric cried.
He went cross-eyed,
His legs went green and blue.
The doctor hit him with a club
And charged him one and two.
And so my friend
This is the end,
A warning to the few:
Stay clear of doctors to the end
Or they'll get rid of you.

 

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Yvonne Butler sent in these photo's

 
 
 

 

Tommy has descriptions each photo….if anybody knows of 1939 s.davis corner shop Greenford high st  sold hats clothes….

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Scroll…yxx…….coal hole in hanwell norwood asylum high wall..for heat use laundry etc…coal in…filled in now.. Yvone Butler