With my hands on my head, what have we here, this is my brain box and nothing to fear. Brain box and willy willy willy woo, that’s what they taught me when I went to school
With my hand on my tum what have we here, this is my bread bin and nothing to fear. Brain box and bread bin and willy willy willy woo. That’s what they taught me when I went to school.
With my hand on my knee, what have we here. This is my kick about and nothing to fear. Kick about and bread bin and brain box and willy willy willy woo. That’s what they taught me when I went to school.
Late on Friday, TSA contacted us to kindly inform us that the successful bidder for Downe has not progressed with the sale, and they invited us to submit a new bid to purchase the site. They have, however, told us that only a fully funded bid will be considered moving forward.
Our previous bid included a large lump sum and a part deferred payment structure, which obviously won't be acceptable to TSA.
Reflecting on the changing market conditions, the present state of the site and the increase in materials costs, the FoDAC trustees have decided to commission a new site valuation. The team are also visiting the site to reassess the current conditions.
After considering these findings, we can give a more definitive answer on the funding shortfall and how much we need to enable us to submit a new fully funded bid to save the site.
We will let you know more about how you can support us moving forward as soon as we are able.
Many thanks, as always.
'Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.' – John Lennon.
Good luck to them. I think the sale price was £2M and last I heard Friends of Downe had raised £400K so a big gap... But land prices will be plummeting hard at the moment so maybe they get it.
This thread brings back lots of memories. I recall several of the songs we sang around campfires. It so sad about Downe. I have wonderfully memories camping there in late 50s and early 60s. I hope for a good outcome.
I didn’t join anything like the scouts etc and neither did any of my mates, we were all far too busy having fun, playing football or generally running wild all day long when we were not at school. There was a lad that joined the boys brigade but he emigrated to Canada; and there was another lad from down the road that sometimes hung around with us who was given the option by a judge or magistrate of 4 years borstal or 2 years in the merchant navy and, as I recall, he chose the latter. We did all use to walk down to the Valley and support charlton and sing songs, sometimes at night, though not around campfires.
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves I know a song that will get on your nerves Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I didn’t join anything like the scouts etc and neither did any of my mates, we were all far too busy having fun, playing football or generally running wild all day long when we were not at school. There was a lad that joined the boys brigade but he emigrated to Canada; and there was another lad from down the road that sometimes hung around with us who was given the option by a judge or magistrate of 4 years borstal or 2 years in the merchant navy and, as I recall, he chose the latter. We did all use to walk down to the Valley and support charlton and sing songs, sometimes at night, though not around campfires.
You missed out. It's a wonderful organisation that gets weirdly sneered at by some. My kids are 8 and 10 and have shot air rifles, done archery, visited the local fire station, tried taekwondo, played badminton, been to a silent disco and stayed on a couple of camps away where they sang odd songs... and all that is only since May. I can't remember the hundreds of things they did before, but through COVID lockdowns their group "met" on teams once a week and had artists, poets, comedians and tonnes of others entertain them for an hour which was some of their only outside contact excluding school. All by volunteers and costs me less than £100 per child per year! It is insanely good value. Their friends play computer games and watch TV and when the oldest boys class went away for 2 nights last year most of them were petrified having never been away from their families before.
My grandfathers clock was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was larger by half Than the old man himself And it weighed half a hundredweight more
Ninety years without wandering Tick tock tick tock His life seconds numbering Tick tock tick tock
It stopped short Never to go again When the old man died.
Many happy scouting days at Hammerwood for me. Thanks for bringing the memories back.
This thread is a triumph for bringing reminiscence classes online. So many things I thought I'd long forgotten brought quickly back to mind. Thanks all so far. Needs a Kum ba yah too though 😉
Think we also used to sing "15 men on a dead man's chest. Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum," but I don't recall reciting the whole thing. (No, I wasn't a sea scout)
One I remember as a scout was Dina Dina show us your legs. Can't type whole thing out but to give you a taste: " A rich girl has a ring of gold, a poor girl's made of brass but the only ring that Dina's got is the ring around her arse. "
A rich girl uses.... cream, a poor girl uses vaseline but Dina uses axle grease because her c**t is hard
One I remember as a scout was Dina Dina show us your legs. Can't type whole thing out but to give you a taste: " A rich girl has a ring of gold, a poor girl's made of brass but the only ring that Dina's got is the ring around her arse. "
A rich girl uses.... cream, a poor girl uses vaseline but Dina uses axle grease because her c**t is hard
A rich girl has a brassiere A poor girl uses string But Dina use nothin’ at all She let’s the bleeders swing
Dina Dina show us your legs Show us your legs, show us your legs Dina Dina show us your legs The yard above yer knee…
Were all these songs really sung in the scouts? They sound more like bawdy rugby songs? Surely, the scoutmasters didn’t join in. Shocked and appalled 😳
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Something about Zulu warriors as well.
It's like I was a scout in the 50s rather than the 90s...
Oh your never go to heaven
In Akela's car
Cos Akela's car won't go that far.
I aint"t going to grieve, I ain't going to worry, I ain't going to leave this world in a hurry and I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
Oh your never go to heaven
Etc etc etc.
A teenager she was and she went
When Suzi was a mother
Amd some much ruder verses...
We most certainly did not!!!!!!
As an Air Cadet, The Engineers Daughter and Four and Twenty Virgins.
With my hand on my tum what have we here, this is my bread bin and nothing to fear. Brain box and bread bin and willy willy willy woo. That’s what they taught me when I went to school.
This was on facebook
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Some of these "songs" sound distinctly odd.
I recall several of the songs we sang around campfires. It so sad about Downe. I have wonderfully memories camping there in late 50s and early 60s. I hope for a good outcome.
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
Get on your nerves
I know a song that will get on your nerves
Get on your neeeeee-eeeeeee-eeeeerves
I know a song th- *is hit with a big branch*
You missed out. It's a wonderful organisation that gets weirdly sneered at by some.
My kids are 8 and 10 and have shot air rifles, done archery, visited the local fire station, tried taekwondo, played badminton, been to a silent disco and stayed on a couple of camps away where they sang odd songs... and all that is only since May.
I can't remember the hundreds of things they did before, but through COVID lockdowns their group "met" on teams once a week and had artists, poets, comedians and tonnes of others entertain them for an hour which was some of their only outside contact excluding school.
All by volunteers and costs me less than £100 per child per year! It is insanely good value.
Their friends play computer games and watch TV and when the oldest boys class went away for 2 nights last year most of them were petrified having never been away from their families before.
Pull down your pants and shit on the ants in an English country garden.
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was larger by half
Than the old man himself
And it weighed half a hundredweight more
Ninety years without wandering
Tick tock tick tock
His life seconds numbering
Tick tock tick tock
It stopped short
Never to go again
When the old man died.
Many happy scouting days at Hammerwood for me.
Thanks for bringing the memories back.
Think we also used to sing "15 men on a dead man's chest. Yo! ho! ho and a bottle of rum," but I don't recall reciting the whole thing. (No, I wasn't a sea scout)
" A rich girl has a ring of gold,
a poor girl's made of brass
but the only ring that Dina's got
is the ring around her arse. "
A rich girl uses.... cream,
a poor girl uses vaseline
but Dina uses axle grease
because her c**t is hard
A poor girl uses string
But Dina use nothin’ at all
She let’s the bleeders swing
Dina Dina show us your legs
Show us your legs, show us your legs
Dina Dina show us your legs
The yard above yer knee…