Marggie and Winnie - email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai

> KNOWING WHAT MAGGIE WAS LIKE THIS COULD BE TRUE.

>
> While visiting the United Kingdom , Winnie Mandela was invited to a
> cocktail party which was also to be attended by Margaret Thatcher.
>
>
> When Winnie saw the ex-prime minister on the other side of the room,
> she barged past everyone, spilling the drinks of several invited guests
> on the way. Winnie elbowed her way to Maggie, stood brazenly in front
> of her and declared, "I hear they call you the Iron Lady!"
>
> "I have been referred to by that name, yes," replied Maggie, peering
> down her nose at this impudent upstart, "And whom, may I enquire, do I
> have the honour of addressing?" asked Maggie icily.
>
> "I am the iron lady of South Africa!" bragged Winnie, waving her fist
> in the air.
>
> "Oh, yes," replied Maggie dryly. "And for whom do you iron?"
>
>

British humor - email from Sunil Liyanage

Rowntree & Cadbury....Brilliant Only the British will get this one!. Mr Cadbury met Miss Rowntree on a Double Decker. It was just After Eight. They got off at Quality Street and had a drink in Mars bar. He asked her name. 'Polo, I'm the one with the hole' she said with a Wispa. 'I'm Marathon , the one with the nuts' he replied. He touched her Cream Eggs, which was a Kinder Surprise for her. Then he slipped his hand into her Snickers, which made her Ripple. He fondled her Jelly Babies and she rubbed his Tic Tacs. Soon they were Heart Throbs. It was a Fab moment as she screamed in Turkish Delight But, 3 days later, his Sherbet Dip Dab started to itch. Turns out Miss Rowntree had been with Bertie Bassett and he had Allsorts

Muti tasking music. email from jksw

Subject: Fwd: Brass band multitasker.

Click on web-link below:-

http://www.wimp.com/brassband/

Prof.Milroy Paul incidents - email from Prof S.N. Arsekularatne

15 May

Dear Philip

Whiile in Hong Kong, I read your interesting book Remembered Vignettes. Thanks for it.

You might recall a story about Milroy Paul.

He frequently had hydrocoeles, hernias, hydrocoeles and more hernias, and his attendant who was used to these started preparing the underworld of the patient on the table.

But the case was one of a goitre.

So Paul yelled at the man (I forget his name Lewis?)

Oya boley newei, Uda boley miniho

cheers

Chubby

Milroy Paul lives fondly in our memories.

1.Once as a medical student Professor Bibile was cycling  along Kynsey Rd on the way to the operating theatre D,  late to be in the theatre by 8.00am.

Milroy travelled in his car  the same way and as he overtook  Bibile, peeped out and shouted ‘ You are fired!’

Not to be out done, Bibile cycled hard and was in the theatre by the time Milroy could park,  put on theatre boots contained in the car and get to the theatre! (He carried his own boots).

Bibile’s ‘fire’ was extinguished!

Milroy enjoyed such happenings!   

2. In the op theatre, ready to operate on the elbow of the patient lying on the table, he found the attendant lifting the patient’s leg mistakenly, thinking the knee was the site instead of the elbow.

Milroy shouted ‘ Uda danissa miniho, uda danissa!’

Source Matron Carmen Tissera when she was a student nurse.

jksw

Published 2008 by Bay Owl Press - ISBN 978-955-1723-02-6

Extracts from the book shown above.

Thanks - email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai.

I was wracking my brains for some time to pen a letter of gratitude
> that covered all my feelings towards you; my labours proved fruitless
> as I could never cover all what I wanted to say. Today I received this.
> It encompasses all my "want to says to you.".
> Thank you for your time.
>
>
> >To all my family
> >& friends I want to
> >THANK YOU
> >FOR YOUR TIME.
> >ONCE YOU
> >READ THIS
> >YOU WILL
> >UNDERSTAND!
> >A young man learns
> >what's most important in life from the guy next door.
> >It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College,
> >girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved
> >clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
> >There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think
> >about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He
> >was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
> >Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night The
> >funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
> >newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
> >"Jack, did you hear me?"
> >"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought
> >of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
> >"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you
> >were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his
> >side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
> >"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
> >"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to
> >make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
> >"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in
> >this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching
> >me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the
> >funeral," Jack said.
> >As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to
> >his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful He had
> >no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
> >The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by
> >to see the old house next door one more time.
> >Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like
> >crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time
> >The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories.
> >Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
> >"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked..
> >"The box is gone," he said
> >"What box?" Mom asked.
> >"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk I
> >must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
> >tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
> >It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack
> >remembered it, except for the box.. He figured someone from the
> >Belser family had taken it.
> >"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I
> >better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
> >It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home
> >from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature
> >required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post
> >office within the next three days," the note read.
> >Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
> >and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The
> >handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his
> >attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his
> >car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and
> >an envelope.
> >Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
> >"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
> >Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was
> >taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,
> >Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful
> >gold pocket watch.
> >Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he
> >unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
> >"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
> >"The thing he valued most was...my time"
> >Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
> >cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his
> >assistant asked.
> >"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
> >"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
> >"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
> >moments that take our breath away,"
> >Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
> >1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
> >2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
> >3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they
> >don't like you.
> >4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
> >5. You mean the world to someone.
> >6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
> >7. You are special and unique.
> >8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you
> >probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and
> >wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
> >9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still
> >come from it.
> >10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a
> >look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
> >11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
> >12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the
> >rude remarks.
> >13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much
> >better when they know and you'll both be happy.
> >14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that
> >they are great.
> >To everyone I sent
> >this to " Thanks for your time".
>
>

Volkswagen concept car - To be made in China, email from Lesley Sirimanne

To all you motor enthusiasts

The car doesn't exist yet.  But the concept is being studied by Volkswagon.

WOW . Yes, there will be many self serving people who will try to
prevent it from being manufactured widely.

With this car Volkswagen has revolutionized the automobile industry in  China . *
*This really is revolutionary and modifies all the concepts that we've had for years *
that a vehicle is driven by a motor which always rolled. *

*This car has no wheels--IT'S IN THE AIR!*

*We know it will take some years to become popular, but the prototype works perfectly. *

*VW - China - will produce hundreds of thousands just to supply the Chinese market....*

*There are plans to introduce into the  United States  and  Europe  in 2013 and in *
* South America  later.*


Click on web-link below:-


http://www.flixxy.com/volkswagen-levitating-car.htm#.UZOZL8rwnXM

The duties in marriage - email jksw

After   35 years of marriage, a husband and wife came for counselling. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the years they had been married.

On and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire litany of unmet needs she had endured.  Finally, after allowing this for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking the wife to stand, he embraced and kissed her long and passionately as her husband watched - with a raised eyebrow.

The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze.

The therapist turned to the husband and said, "This is what your wife needs at least 3 times a week.  Can you do this?"

"Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I go fishing."