I mislaid my reamers during a shift.
Is there anyone in the southern Auckland City/Manukau City area who has any reamers (Falcon or hedgehog) lying around and wishes to get rid of them?
I am at rodb*at*paradise*net*nz.
Thanks in advance.
I mislaid my reamers during a shift.
Is there anyone in the southern Auckland City/Manukau City area who has any reamers (Falcon or hedgehog) lying around and wishes to get rid of them?
I am at rodb*at*paradise*net*nz.
Thanks in advance.
You are a rarity these days mate.![]()
Speaking as an ex pipe smoker and heart attack survivor, maybe you could take this opportunity of lost reamers to give up and become fitter?![]()
Or take up a new trade ... become a pipefitter.
:O
Thanks for the thought Terry, but I've smoked a pipe since I gave up cigarettes 54 years ago, and am too old to change my ways!
Thought I had one lurking somewhere, and my garage got a bit of a spruce up in the searching. Didn't find it, but a bit of Googling found this so they are still available
http://www.smokingpipes.com/accessor...Product_ID=139
Cheers HH
I have to go along with your view Rod. Some of the attractions of pipe smoking are the rituals and accoutrements associated with the art, quite unlike cigarette smoking, making the addiction even stronger than just the niccotine alone.
And if you run out of tobacco it is possible to suck on ones pipe and have an imaginary smoke. I remember reading about the Rev. Green and his Swiss guide (forget his name) whilst attempting to climb Mt. Cook, getting stuck standing on a ledge for the night and passing the hours with imaginary smokes.
To reach a summit, sit down and get ones pipe out is believe it or not a very satisfying experience.
Even now after 14 years I dream of smoking my pipe, and wake feeling guilty for the thoughts
Here is a tip for those that like to get high on plants other than tobacco. If you are out tramping and run out of tobacco, try Rewarewa leaves, I can guarantee your feet wont feel the ground.![]()
Slightly OT, but I am reminded of the joke about the pipe smoker who lit up in a (British) railway carriage and filled the compartment with the foulest smelling smoke imaginable.
Being British, nobody complained, but finally one poor chap could stand it no longer.
"For God's sake man" he said, "What in heaven's name are you smoking?"
"That's my business" replied the smoker.
"Well that explains the frightful pong!" said the man, "But how the hell do you dry it?"
Cheers
Billy 8-{)
Strange, Terry, I too dream of smoking, even years after giving up. It`s much better in dreams than in real life.
Haw Hound is another substitute.
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