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A Special For Grump
- Thread starter Vic Perrin
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chas_41_uk
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Nice clean bathroom Vic 
Oh yeah the vase looks good too
Oh yeah the vase looks good too
Bloody Hell Pete you must read my mind ! I have just ordered some Millefiori Polymer Clay rods from Israel to have a go with.Well done Vic, Woodturning and Ikebana
If you do poly clay you could do a matching blank for Brian, he would love it.
Peter
Vic
Bloody Hell Pete you must read my mind ! I have just ordered some Millefiori Polymer Clay rods from Israel to have a go with.
I am looking forward to seeing them, were they from Itzac (zman)?
Peter
No it's someone called Ronit Golam that Walter put me onto.
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/RonitGolan?ref=shopsection_shophome_leftnav
Vic
No it's someone called Ronit Golam that Walter put me onto.
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/RonitGolan?ref=shopsection_shophome_leftnav
Thanks for that I have seen that seller before. I really can't wait to see them
I bet Brian is champing at the bit
Peter
Doesn't that make using the toilet a little awkward ? Or is that why the flowers look so well watered 
Nice work Vic
Nice work Vic
I am treating the whole thread with the contempt it deserves dad.
I shall let it all go over my head init?
Cor I can arf come out wiv some bollocks init? shall be laid back, chilled out and rise above it.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
I shall let it all go over my head init?
Cor I can arf come out wiv some bollocks init? shall be laid back, chilled out and rise above it.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
wm460
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Very nice vase Vic.