Sunday, February 3, 2013

Geri's antics, NHSL (Former GH Colombo)


     
Gerry and the ‘goo’ (shit), on the toilet cover 
It was one of my regular operating session days, in the operating theater ‘B’ at the NHSL, Colombo. OTB had two operating suits. I used one side. Our batch mate Gerry Jayasekara used the other side. I arrived at about 7.45 am one morning, at the surgeons changing room, to see that Gerry was already there. He took me straight away to the toilet entrance and showed me the plastic cover on the top of the commode saying, ‘Machan see what they have done’. The commode had its black plastic top cover down and on the top of this plastic cover was a well formed spiral of brownish- yellow ‘goo’ in Sinhalese, or shit as it is called in English. My mind went racing and I thought that a member of the minor staff working in the theater must have done it. I was about to call the Sister in charge of the theater  to show her this. Gerry restrained me. He put his hand on the ‘goo’, folded it and put it in a black bag which he had in his other hand. Only then did it dawn on me, that Gerry had fooled me with a coil of ‘imitation shit’ made out of plastic. It looked so real. I burst out laughing. Gerry had picked this piece of item, from one of his foreign trips, and had thought fit to ‘pull quite a few legs’ that day.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Ruby Murray, Songs of the 1960s.


Ruby Murray was a favorite singer of Irish songs in the early 1960s. We had an LP record by her in the Male Common Room next to the Canteen at the Medical Faculty, Colombo. Here are some songs of those years. Click on each of the blue underlined links to hear them. Hope you enjoy listening to them.

When Irish eyes are smiling -
With Lyrics


Danny boy

Galway Bay

Let him go let him tarry

When I grow too old to dream
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yMIncknjks

And not to forget Cockles and Mussels which gave me a clue to what Molly Malone died of -Typhoid -('She died of a fever and no one could save her', there was no Chloramphenicol those days) after consuming uncooked the unsold Cockles and Mussels.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVXEWB3x9LU

A sing-along of Cockles and Mussells
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruNdU6bGE5E



In Dublin’s Fair city

  1. In dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty
    I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
    She wheeled a wheel-barrow, through streets broad and narrow
    Crying: cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live oh

    Alive, a-live oh, a-live a-live oh
    Crying,. cockles and mussels a-live, a-live oh
  2. She was a fishmonger, and sure 'twas no wonder
    For so were her father and mother before
    And they both wheeled their barrow,
    through streets broad and narrow
    Crying: cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live oh

    Alive, a-live oh, a-live a-live oh
    Crying,. cockles and mussels a-live, a-live oh
  3. She died of a fever, and no one could save her
    And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
    But her ghost wheels her barrow,
    through streets broad and narrow
    Crying: cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live oh

    Alive, a-live oh, a-live a-live oh
    Crying,. cockles and mussels a-live, a-live oh



Thursday, January 31, 2013

Timbuktu - email from Lawrence Ratnam


Aussie poetry competition
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LawrenceRatnam@aol.com
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Subject: FW: AUSSIE POETRY COMPETITION
 

The Australian Poetry Competition had 
come down to two finalists - a university 
graduate and an old aboriginal. They 
were given a word, then allowed two 
minutes to study the word and come 
up with a poem that contained the word. 
The word was ' TIMBUKTU '.
First to read his poem was the university 
graduate. He stepped to the
microphone and said:
    
"Slowly across the desert sand, 
Trekked a lonely caravan; 
Men on camels two by two, 
Destination Timbuktu ".

The crowd went crazy! No way 
could the old man top that, they 
thought. 
The aboriginal calmly made 
his way to the microphone and recited:

" Me and Tim a huntin' went, 
Met three whores in a pop up tent; 
They were three, and we were two, 
So I bucked one, and tim buktu."

The aboriginal won hands down.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Ken Griffin on the Hammond organ - 1960s favorites.

Ken Griifin on the Hammond organ, two top favorites in the Male Common Room of the Medical Faculty in the 1960s.

Click on the web-links below the titles of the songs.

Now is the hour - Ken Griffin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvEU0V17I6o

Cruising down the river -  Ken Griffin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU8B-M0GAd4


Retarded grandparents - Forwarded by Lakshman Karalliedde


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RETARDED GRANDPARENTS
(this was actually reported by a teacher)

After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.

One child wrote the following:


We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.

They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Batemans Bay where everyone lives in nice little houses, and so they don't have to mow the grass anymore!

They ride around on their bicycles and scooters and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore.

They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now. They do exercises there, but they don't do them very well.

There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.

At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it.
He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts!

Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night --- early birds.

Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house.
The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.

My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too.

When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren. 
 

 
PRICELESS!

Remember to send this to all your "retarded grandparent" friends and give
them a laugh too!


Patti Page - "Changing partners", "Tennessee waltz"

Patti Page was a singer with a beautiful voice. Here are two sentimental songs by her popular in the 1960s.


Watch "Changing partners" - Patti Page on YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4pvOtiZxZ8&feature=youtube_gdata_player


Watch Patti Page - "Tennessee Waltz" on YouTube


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44B6B1OycgI&feature=youtube_gdata_player