When it’s three o’clock in New York,
it’s still 1938 in London.
Bette Midler
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In Newfoundland it would be tree-terty.
Ah, true dat.
In the Forces, back when we still had grenades, a friend from Trinity Bay threw one out of the bunker onto the range, and nothing happened. After we had waited almost the full half-hour required by Range Safety, the “dud” blew.
The instructor looked at my friend:
“Marsh, how come it’s always you?”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sarge,” replied my buddy, tapping his watch, “Newfie fuse functioned perfectly.”
Marsh is a smart boy.
You never knew him. In the words of one of my favourite novelists:
“If a dollar had looked him in the eyes, only about 60 cents would have stared back.”
He was more a salt-of-the-earth type, and one of the best friends I ever had. But if there was a race between him and a stump I’d have bet on the stump for sheer stealth and cunning.
Then he musta stolen that line off a Tommy Hunter skit or sumpin.