Women, eh? They’re everywhere, bless ‘em! Even here, at the Afterword blog! But it’s understandable that their sweet voices aren’t much heard in the brawny testosterone roustabout that is the blog. Truth be told, they’re a little fearful of “joining in the fray”! Generally, they’re happier just “sitting back” and admiring what the menfolk get up to – and nothing wrong with that!
But with this very natural (and becoming!) timidity in mind, every year I like to offer the distaff side of the parish their own (finger-waggle) “safe space” without “us blokes” butting in! So – come on, girls! Let Hubby get his own tea for once, and join in the fun! Poppy! Take off that housecoat and join the Afterword Hen Party! Fatima! Put down that knitting and have a natter! It’s “Liberty Hall” here – feel free to chat about anything that interests you as a woman – how to keep Hubby happy in bed (and the boudoir!) – the latest knitting patterns – household “tips” and hints – it’s YOUR thread, Ladies! Never mind if it’s “that time of the month” – it’s this time of the year!
Just to give your thread – and it is yours, gals! – a little help, here’s a topic for you to discuss!
Your “fellah” wants to spend another night “down the boozer” with his mates! How do you react?
– Offer to give him a lift there and back
– Call up a girlfriend and put on an impromptu steamy lesbo show to keep him home?
– Use the spare time to catch up on ironing his underpants?
Oddly enough we’ve just had breakfast in bed and The Light said that this was the first time she had seen a man multitask, as I was holding a pastry over a plate with one hand while scrolling down my iPad with the other. I observed that if women would only learn to plan and prioritise they wouldn’t have to multitask, and might actually got stuff done.
…..a bit like Ashley Cole’s much lauded last-ditch tackles in an England shirt.
I know, ‘why weren’t you in the right position in the first place, Cashley?’
Good Lord! Talk about setting yourself up for an epic, bone splintering fail. What, in Gods name makes you think that any sane woman would come within a million miles of this place? I’ve been lurking for years, and can honestly only remember two women ever contributing anything. Hannah, who used to bake cakes for the fucking “mingles”or something, and tragically some bird who teasingly posted a photo of herself just after getting out of bed. This predictably led to the site going into meltdown and some deluded sad sack actually begging her to ” please go out with me”. Women want real men. Not some pseudo intellectual member of the Goombay Dance Band. And lets face it, even when slightly macho things are discussed on here like the Premier League, it comes across like Charles Hawtrey reading the classified results. Pathetic!
Yes. I suppose you’re right, Franco. I just thought that, I don’t know, given a little sensitive encouragement, speaking their own language as it were, the Lurking Lovelies might have stepped into the spotlight for a while. Let the wallflowers bloom for a bit, that kind of thing.
But just to get the facts straight, we do have several female contributors who more than hold their own in terms of their musical knowledge and enthusiasm.
Contrary Article, RubyBlue, Mini, Fatima, Locust, Poppy Succeeds,Todayoutof10, Drakeygirl: to name but a few off the top of my head.
Sorry to pee on your cornflakes, H.P, but I’ll let Rumer comment on my behalf.
Thanks! Glad you’re enjoying them. They’re extraordinarily good fun live.
That was a rare writing excursion for me. Since I started working 3 different jobs a year ago, I’ve really struggled to find the time to keep up with threads here and post. In the evenings, I’m too pooped to do much on the AW beyond resetting the odd password and battling through the boards of spammers to find new genuine account requests to approve. Still. It’s fine. Glad to be here.
I don’t mean to be a Karma pedant, but reincarnationally speaking, this thread should be open to all as in previous lives and those yet to come, we experience the spectra of human gender as part of our spiritual growth and development, and in regards to said previous incarnations, we maintain these gender experiences in our psychic field, and thus we can all contribute if we can but tap our Akashic data.
( Speaking as a former Druidess and Gold Rush Brothel Madam).
HP’s right. Subtlety is the “name of the game” (Note ABBA reference: chick magnet). This is the only approach that has any hope of success. We’re grunting and groping when what we need to be doing is, is putting our sensitive feelers out there, fellas. Schmooze the cooze, as they say. You know, like, pump it for the crumpet?
No, seriously, this is beginning to piss me off just a little tiny bit. You make an effort to be nice. You throw some scatter cushions around and light a few scented candles. You say – ever so nicely – Come on in, pet! Welcome to your world! What you wearin’? You show some fuckin’ interest in them, and you get the big brush-off. One single comment from minibreakfast. Gutted is the word that springs to my mind at least. I’m beginning to think they just don’t deserve us, that’s what I’m beginning to think. Look – these fuckin’ curtains with flowers I put up. Makes me fuckin’ cry, it does.
If memory serves, Johnny, Commer was a British manufacturer of commercial vehicles which existed from 1905 until 1979. The company started as the Commercial Car Company (CCC) in Lavender Hill, South London where it produced its first truck, a 3 ton RC type in 1907. A couple of years later the first bus was produced and from there the range of vehicles grew to include car derived vans, light vans, medium to heavy commercial trucks and buses and military vehicles. The Commer brand was exported widely. Commer designed and built its own diesel engine (TS3) for its heavy commercial vehicles and these are much sought after by collectors today.
With the outbreak WWI the Commer Factory factory turned its attention to the manufacture of military vehicles for the British Army producing over 3000 vehicles by the time the war ended. Commer struggled in post war Britain and in 1926, having gone into receivership several times, was acquired by the Humber group which can be dated back to 1868 when the company’s founder, Thomas Humber, operated a bicycle factory. In 1931, Humber in turn was taken over by the Rootes Group.
And get this, girls! The Rootes Group had been founded by William Rootes (later Sir William) in Kent but had moved to moved to Maidstone prior to WWI. During this war Rootes repaired and rebuilt aeroplane engines. By 1924 Rootes were the largest car and truck distributor in the United Kingdom having acquired many other companies including Hillman, Hummer, Talbot, Sunbeam, Minx Alpine and Karrier Hillman was intended to be the basic brand, Singer slightly more upmarket, Sunbeam the sports brand and Humber the luxury models. Commer and Karrier were the commercial vehicle brands, with Commer initially manufacturing light vans and the Karrier badge appearing on heavy vans and light duty trucks. Karrier can be traced back to Clayton and Company, a 1904 company that started making Karrier cars. In 1920 changed the company name to Karrier Motors Ltd Commer acquired Karrier as part of Rootes acquisition of Karrier in 1934. As uncanny as the Rootes group was for picking winners they had a lapse in judgement when visiting Germany’s Volkswagon plant and determined the beetle would have little success as a small car.
Commer, like all other British manufacturers made a full range of military vehicles for the war effort. Some models were still in use by the British Forces up until 1980. British comedian Frank Muir who served in the British Army is reported to have commented famously “The Commer has come to a full stop” when reporting a Commer truck broken down on the roadside! What the actual fuck, right!
The Superpoise range was introduced in 1939 and had semi-forward and full-forward control options. They were 1½ to 6 tons with either a 6 cylinder petrol or Perkins diesel engine. A new Superpoise range was introduced in 1955 with 2 ton to 5 ton payloads.
In the late 1950s and 60s, some Karrier vehicles were fitted with the iconic Rootes TS3 two-stroke opposed piston diesel engine as fitted in Commers commercial trucks. During the 1970s the Rootes Group was taken over by Chrysler Europe and the Commer name was replaced by Dodge. Peugeot then purchased Chrysler Europe in 1978 and the Commer factory was run in partnership with Renault’s truck division. It continued to produce the Dodge commercial truck range fotr a while but eventually they ceased production and mainstream Renault trucks and buses went into full-time production in the early 1990s.
It gets better: many Commer vans and trucks are noted for being fitted with the Rootes TS3 engine, a two-stroke diesel three-cylinder horizontally-opposed piston engine which came to be known as the ‘Commer Knocker’ due to the unique knocking sound it produced. Later Commer vehicles came with Perkins and Cummins diesel engines, and less commonly Mercedes diesel engines.
Commer produced the Commando bus just after WW2, and the Avenger on 28 February 1948, deploying the TS3 engine in the Avenger in 1954.
Commer became known in later years as a maker of vans for the British Post Office, in particular the Commer FC which was introduced in 1960 with an assortment of body styles. After both engine and interior upgrades it was renamed the PB in 1967 and the SpaceVan in 1974 afterwhich it was then sold as Dodge or Fargo until 1976. Commer and Fargo names were dropped from the range the same year.
The Commer TS3 diesel engine was specifically designed by the Rootes group for use in Commer trucks during the 1950s and 1960s. It had started its development with Tilling-Stevens who had based it’s design on a Sulzer Brothers concept. It didn’t however become a reality until it went into production with the Rootes Group when they bought out Tilling-Stevens in 1950 (hence the TS in the name). Tilling Stevens had been a builder of petrol electric transmissions and automobiles. Sulzer is a Swiss mechanical engineering firm with its beginnings in 1775. Rudolf Diesel worked for them in the 1890s and Sulzer built its first engine in 1898. Today Sulzer is a publicly traded company with international subsidiaries with its shares listed on the Swiss Stock Exchange – that’s right, that bunch of Swiss cunts.
Released in 1954 the two stroke compression – ignition TS3 was the first diesel engine used by Rootes Group and operated quite differently from other diesel engines of the day. The 3.25 litre engine developed 90hp which was equivalent to contemporary four-stroke diesel engines of more than twice that capacity. The engine was used in industrial applications as well as in Commer commercial vehicles. Production of the TS3 ceased in 1968 after the Chrysler acquisition.
It was unusual in being an opposed piston engine, an engine where each horizontal cylinder contains two pistons, one at each end, that move in opposition to each other. Both sets of pistons drive a single crankshaft whereas most opposed piston engines have a separate crankshaft at each end of the cylinder. It was learning that the TS3 engine used a single crankshaft beneath the cylinders, each piston driving it through a connecting rod, a rocker bellcrank and a second connecting rod that saved my life after my fourth wife left me. The crankshaft had six crankpins and there were six rockers. The engines gained a reputation for good performance but the quill shaft was somewhat prone to breaking if over-worked. As the horizontal cylinders were lower than a vertical engine, the engine was mounted beneath the floor of the cab and the need for a bonnet or hood was removed. Sorry – I’m crying again. Fuck it.
The 3.25 litre engine developed 90 hp (67 kW), equivalent to contemporary 4-stroke diesel engines of more than twice the capacity.
And hey – get this: the legendary Commer is one of the unsung heroes of the Australian road transport industry. It was such a common sight on Australian roads it was hardly given a thought, that is, if it were not for the famous knocking sound that made it stand out from the rest. The distinct knocking sound that could be heard for miles giving the truck its famous ‘Knockers’ nickname. The first Commer in Australia were not very successful and even the “refined” (pardon my mirth, ladies) version released in 1953 caused problems for operators. The highways at the time were little more than narrow winding bush tracks and the Commer was renowned for its habit of de-coking, or melting its pistons as it struggled to complete the task at hand.
Drivers of Commers had to have a fairly extensive mechanical background to keep them going. However, many old timers today tip their hat to the Commer Knocker. Its’ work in the Australian outback was more arduous than the Commer had been built for. The more conventional diesel Perkins engine eventually replaced the Commer engine as the preferred option for power. Some operators, such as Norm Elliott of Benalla, Victoria, fitted a V8 Perkins with a V-belt bogie drive. This allowed for a bigger payload and maximum use of the extra power. The demise of the Commer Knocker in the 1970s marked the end of an era in Australia’s road transport history. Fuck it. Nobody cares. Kids today? They don’t want to know.
Excuse me for being late, but I actually spent the morning swooning at a picture of Gregg Allman while doing some stitching (can’t someone invent “spaghetti” straps that can actually take some pressure…?).
Just want to say that I would never use a hoover with technology newer than 1979.
PHWOOOOOAAAAARGGGHHHHHHHHH! It’s the Countess of Corsetry, lads! Let’s show her we can be sensitive to a woman’s needs!
What’s your favourite Allmans album, then, Fatima? For me, it has to be the iconic Brothers & Sisters, recorded after the death of bro’ Duane. But you probably like that one of them being buck-nekkid and homoerotic in a stream, right? Bein’ a woman an’ that?
I’d totally forgotten that picture (that’s the result of all that newfangled digital files stuff…)! Thanks for reminding me – I’m looking at the LP cover right now.
“Brothers And Sisters” might indeed be my favorite…
It was down to Dicket Betts, never really given the credit for not only keeping the band together but also giving it its two greatest hits, real 45 hits back when they mattered. Stepping up to take the place of Duane would have been too much of a task for most, but he managed it. I recently listened to the Peakin’ At The Beacon album, the one that supposedly shows Betts at his sloppy-drunk worst. Apart from the occasional duff moment, it sounds okay to me. He – oh – Fatima? You still here?
Despite coming up with the wonderful Ramblin’ Man and Jessica (the latter now forever sullied, tarnished and violated in my mind due to its Top Gear association) in the end Dickey was sacked from the band
I’ve tried with Fahey, but find his playing lacking in focus, attack and passion. As for the much-lauded early albums, I sometimes find them a little heavy going.
Agreed re John Fahey; I’m not a great fan. But I love that track and it’s the reason I bought the album.
Maybe it’s great because he’s not on it much! Sad but maybe true, but he deserves full credit for the idea.
Well Mr Wells, I’m not a great fan of his approach to the guitar but I’ve bought some of his stuff (so, well done me) and I like the idea of what he represents, so I’m glad his music is available for when I want it. Which isn’t often but is sometimes.
No, really – they’re fascinated by our opinions. They have so few of their own that they’re grateful to learn what we think about guitar players and lorries, so thay can make their own conversations more interesting.
I had a Dickie Betts LP once (though may be a different chap to your “Dicket” up there? 🙂 ). It was okay, but didn’t survive the Great Space Making Cull of 2015.
Dickie’s LPs with his own band(s) tend to be not nearly as good as those he made with the Allman Brothers. They are mostly so-so country rock, although DB’s guitar was always worth a listen.
“Highway Call” is a great country-rock album. The Great Southern albums are better than most Southern Rawk. Pattern Disruptive is a fine hard rock album. You’re so fucking picky you make me want to crush an empty yogurt pot in my bare hands.
Betts is an essential part of the band. Listen to (or view) any of the various Beacon live shows for proof. There are performances of “Soulshine” where his co-soloing elevates Warren Haynes and Gregg’s playing to new levels.
Don’t get me wrong, it was an okay record, but with limited space and a constant influx of car boot records I have to have ruthless culls periodically. The Dickmeister’s clearly a great guitarer, but the album just wasn’t interesting enough to warrant shelf space alongside say, Boney M and ooh, I dunno, Toni Basil.
Fascinating. A digression about Betts leads to a couple of contributions from the fairer sex.
Amazing the effect a little bit of Dick has on the womenfolk.
Having already done a mini-rugby run, a supermarket expedition and cooked lunch, I’m too bloody knackered to do anything but slump in my chair and dribble.
Well, I can’t really say I’m looking forward to the 4th Annual Ladies Only thread.
Been a bit of a disaster all round, I’d venture. My theory is that the site is infested by too many weedy, wet noodle, non-dancing, metrosexual beta males. All very sexually non-threatening and, therefore, very uninteresting to hot women. Poor show, chaps. You’re an absolute shower.
In spite of all the h8rz, the moaners and the whiners, I think this thread has been a modest success. There’s been enthusiastic support from some of the ladies – and minibreakfast – and if it hasn’t exactly been the lesbo hot tub “womens’ issues for women” forum I’d hoped for, we must bear in mind that not every woman wants to be “freed” from looking after her man! So – to all the naysayers out there – remember! The lasses who didn’t find time to contribute are too busy going down the offie to get another six-pack for their fella, or repainting his man-cave in matt black, or maybe just at the gym, keeping trim for the man in their life!
That could be it. In a private email, Poppy thanks me for the information about Commer (Johnny and me, above), which she’s learning by heart for her Salad Club lunch next week. So there’s that.
If I remember correctly, Johnny, Sydney S. Guy registered Guy Motors Limited on Saturday 30 May 1914, the same day he departed his position as Works Manager at the Wolverhampton company, Sunbeam, hounded from his position by unsubstantiated allegations of Satanism. A factory was built on the site at Fallings Park, Wolverhampton.[1] and by September 1914 production was underway on the newly designed 30cwt lorry. This employed a much lighter form of pressed steel frame, unlike the more commonly used heavy rolled steel channel frames of the time. This made the vehicle able to cross difficult terrain and a 14-seat poster bus built based on the design was used for crossing the Scottish Highlands, which was a waste of fucking time.
In 1915 Guy came under control of the Ministry of Munitions, Sir Petey Poncikins, and production was focused on the war effort. The factory continued to produce 3,000cwt lorries which were supplied to Britain’s allies in the First World War. They also produced Twat and Minge radial aircraft engines, Fruity truck engines and Cockthrob gearboxes as well as being the country’s largest maker of depth charge lunchboxes. For their efforts during the war Guy received a pen and pencil set from William “Missy” Weir, Secretary of State for Air. Due to orders from the ministry Guy prospered during the war, expanding its factory and became an established name in British manufacturing. Big fucking deal at the time.
Women, eh? They’re everywhere, bless ‘em! Even here, at the Afterword blog! But it’s understandable that their sweet voices aren’t much heard in the brawny testosterone roustabout that is the blog. Truth be told, they’re a little fearful of “joining in the fray”! Generally, they’re happier just “sitting back” and admiring what the menfolk get up to – and nothing wrong with that!
But with this very natural (and becoming!) timidity in mind, every year I like to offer the distaff side of the parish their own (finger-waggle) “safe space” without “us blokes” butting in! So – come on, girls! Let Hubby get his own tea for once, and join in the fun! Poppy! Take off that housecoat and join the Afterword Hen Party! Fatima! Put down that knitting and have a natter! It’s “Liberty Hall” here – feel free to chat about anything that interests you as a woman – how to keep Hubby happy in bed (and the boudoir!) – the latest knitting patterns – household “tips” and hints – it’s YOUR thread, Ladies! Never mind if it’s “that time of the month” – it’s this time of the year!
Just to give your thread – and it is yours, gals! – a little help, here’s a topic for you to discuss!
Your “fellah” wants to spend another night “down the boozer” with his mates! How do you react?
– Offer to give him a lift there and back
– Call up a girlfriend and put on an impromptu steamy lesbo show to keep him home?
– Use the spare time to catch up on ironing his underpants?
over to you, ladies!
Oddly enough we’ve just had breakfast in bed and The Light said that this was the first time she had seen a man multitask, as I was holding a pastry over a plate with one hand while scrolling down my iPad with the other. I observed that if women would only learn to plan and prioritise they wouldn’t have to multitask, and might actually got stuff done.
Gatz, old chap, you’ve just gone and broken the rules of the thread…. Oh damn….!
…..a bit like Ashley Cole’s much lauded last-ditch tackles in an England shirt.
I know, ‘why weren’t you in the right position in the first place, Cashley?’
Oh yeah, sorry dames.
Hmm. Well, can’t blame me for trying.
Give them time, H.P. They’ll be along in due presently course. They’re still making themselves “presentable”.
Ah! That’ll be it! Maybe slipping into a filmy negligée to set the mood!
I’ve always wanted to be a girl – does that count?
You can certainly practice here, Lodi! Try asking us fellas if we’d like a beer, or a blowjob, or both at once!
He put a knife in the fork drawer! One woman’s true-life hell:
http://i.imgur.com/5gBJzvg.jpg
Is the the Official Australian Government Department Of Culture Calendar you’re sharing with us, Conchers?
Something like that. Wait until you see the March entry!
The march entry.
HuuuuRRRRrrrr…….
From The Sexist Book of Records:
Shortest blobstrop fuse
http://viz.co.uk/sexist-book-records-shortest-blobstrop-fuse/
Alan Wren? Didn’t recognise him without the paint-spattered fishing hat.
I come here to exchange sexist smut, not to be confronted with this hysterical outpouring of radical feminism.
See you at the 13th hole, fnar fnarr.
There’s thirteen???
Good Lord! Talk about setting yourself up for an epic, bone splintering fail. What, in Gods name makes you think that any sane woman would come within a million miles of this place? I’ve been lurking for years, and can honestly only remember two women ever contributing anything. Hannah, who used to bake cakes for the fucking “mingles”or something, and tragically some bird who teasingly posted a photo of herself just after getting out of bed. This predictably led to the site going into meltdown and some deluded sad sack actually begging her to ” please go out with me”. Women want real men. Not some pseudo intellectual member of the Goombay Dance Band. And lets face it, even when slightly macho things are discussed on here like the Premier League, it comes across like Charles Hawtrey reading the classified results. Pathetic!
Yes. I suppose you’re right, Franco. I just thought that, I don’t know, given a little sensitive encouragement, speaking their own language as it were, the Lurking Lovelies might have stepped into the spotlight for a while. Let the wallflowers bloom for a bit, that kind of thing.
*sigh*
I fear your OP was too “nuanced”.
Waheyyyy! WE GOT WOMYNS!
Shame it’s only Mrs Breakfast, but beggars can’t be choosers.
The Goombay Dance band got plenty. Especially that bloke that the back with the Sartre book poking out of his pocket.
I’m as baffled by this thread as you, Franco.
But just to get the facts straight, we do have several female contributors who more than hold their own in terms of their musical knowledge and enthusiasm.
Contrary Article, RubyBlue, Mini, Fatima, Locust, Poppy Succeeds,Todayoutof10, Drakeygirl: to name but a few off the top of my head.
Sorry to pee on your cornflakes, H.P, but I’ll let Rumer comment on my behalf.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5hzeKlRYNM
“more than hold their own” hurrr
I’m just wondering how kaisfatdad manages to talk to his wife in YouTube clips.
It’s easy
like Sunday …..erm….afternoon.
Franco, I think *both* those women were me.
Still here but pretty much only working behind the scenes these days.
So we’ll never get to hear about that date which went wrong and involved the cat…?
Nooooooooooo. Really. Never.
Hang on @Hannah! Behind the scenes?
What about your recent interview triumph with TMBG? Centre stage, I’d say.
Still enjoying the playlists you did.
Thanks! Glad you’re enjoying them. They’re extraordinarily good fun live.
That was a rare writing excursion for me. Since I started working 3 different jobs a year ago, I’ve really struggled to find the time to keep up with threads here and post. In the evenings, I’m too pooped to do much on the AW beyond resetting the odd password and battling through the boards of spammers to find new genuine account requests to approve. Still. It’s fine. Glad to be here.
I don’t mean to be a Karma pedant, but reincarnationally speaking, this thread should be open to all as in previous lives and those yet to come, we experience the spectra of human gender as part of our spiritual growth and development, and in regards to said previous incarnations, we maintain these gender experiences in our psychic field, and thus we can all contribute if we can but tap our Akashic data.
( Speaking as a former Druidess and Gold Rush Brothel Madam).
A few more comments like this and the thread will be soaked in estrogen!
If I spontaneously trance regress it’ll be splattered with ectoplasm too.
Karma pedant, arrest this man, he speaks in meths, he buzzes like a didge
How come the woman in the OP picture is using an antique Hoover vacuum cleaner AND some kind of modern laptop computer.
Surely she could clean up better for her man with a Dyson?
She’s probably ordering one on-line!
If ever a thread was doomed from the time submit was pressed.
Unless we try, Junes, we’ll never get any tail here. Romance them a bit.
Let’s all get high and get naked.
I know I am.
We know you are too, Rob. Maybe if you throw a rug over it we might get some skirt in here.
One day this will happen on the blog. Nothing can stop it.
There will be a time when you can even take your clothes off when you flounce. (la la la laaa)
DANCE AND LOVE! (dance and love)
Who cares if you’re so poor you can’t afford to buy a pair of mod a go-go stretch-elastic pants…
HP’s right. Subtlety is the “name of the game” (Note ABBA reference: chick magnet). This is the only approach that has any hope of success. We’re grunting and groping when what we need to be doing is, is putting our sensitive feelers out there, fellas. Schmooze the cooze, as they say. You know, like, pump it for the crumpet?
Fuck that. We need to get lubed up and get down !
I will do no such thing. I spent hours chanting incantations as I daubed erotic occult woad sigils on my man totem. Everything is in alignment dude.
No, seriously, this is beginning to piss me off just a little tiny bit. You make an effort to be nice. You throw some scatter cushions around and light a few scented candles. You say – ever so nicely – Come on in, pet! Welcome to your world! What you wearin’? You show some fuckin’ interest in them, and you get the big brush-off. One single comment from minibreakfast. Gutted is the word that springs to my mind at least. I’m beginning to think they just don’t deserve us, that’s what I’m beginning to think. Look – these fuckin’ curtains with flowers I put up. Makes me fuckin’ cry, it does.
These ain’t bhajis man.
Perhaps we need a photo of a sexy boy band to lure the ladies in?
Here’s the chart-topping psychedelic pop band Cream pictured in 1966.
http://i.imgur.com/38fldeh.jpg
Nice to see Ginger appropriately dressed…. for the siege of Sebastopol
Two interesting things about that photo:
The brand new “D” Reg Commer van parked across the road
It was the last time Ginger was known to smile.
And I always forget he was taller than the others.
To be fair, he was normally sitting down.
If this scintillating comment doesn’t bring the chicks flocking to this thread, my boaby’s a Davey lamp.
Perhaps a couple of paragraphs about the role of Commer commercial vehicles and/or ex-army greatcoats in the world of 60s rock would do the trick?
“Commer” is derived from commercial vehicle. Women love to learn things like that.
Thanks for that. It’s obvious, but I never knew that before.
Founded in Luton in 1905, Commer became part of the Humber company in the 20s and then the Rootes Group in the 30s.
Commer vehicles were rebadged Dodge in the 70s, following a buyout by Chrysler.
The Commer name ceased to exist in 1979 after Peugeot purchased Chrysler Europe.
If that doesn’t get the girls hot and bothered I don’t know what will.
If memory serves, Johnny, Commer was a British manufacturer of commercial vehicles which existed from 1905 until 1979. The company started as the Commercial Car Company (CCC) in Lavender Hill, South London where it produced its first truck, a 3 ton RC type in 1907. A couple of years later the first bus was produced and from there the range of vehicles grew to include car derived vans, light vans, medium to heavy commercial trucks and buses and military vehicles. The Commer brand was exported widely. Commer designed and built its own diesel engine (TS3) for its heavy commercial vehicles and these are much sought after by collectors today.
With the outbreak WWI the Commer Factory factory turned its attention to the manufacture of military vehicles for the British Army producing over 3000 vehicles by the time the war ended. Commer struggled in post war Britain and in 1926, having gone into receivership several times, was acquired by the Humber group which can be dated back to 1868 when the company’s founder, Thomas Humber, operated a bicycle factory. In 1931, Humber in turn was taken over by the Rootes Group.
And get this, girls! The Rootes Group had been founded by William Rootes (later Sir William) in Kent but had moved to moved to Maidstone prior to WWI. During this war Rootes repaired and rebuilt aeroplane engines. By 1924 Rootes were the largest car and truck distributor in the United Kingdom having acquired many other companies including Hillman, Hummer, Talbot, Sunbeam, Minx Alpine and Karrier Hillman was intended to be the basic brand, Singer slightly more upmarket, Sunbeam the sports brand and Humber the luxury models. Commer and Karrier were the commercial vehicle brands, with Commer initially manufacturing light vans and the Karrier badge appearing on heavy vans and light duty trucks. Karrier can be traced back to Clayton and Company, a 1904 company that started making Karrier cars. In 1920 changed the company name to Karrier Motors Ltd Commer acquired Karrier as part of Rootes acquisition of Karrier in 1934. As uncanny as the Rootes group was for picking winners they had a lapse in judgement when visiting Germany’s Volkswagon plant and determined the beetle would have little success as a small car.
Commer, like all other British manufacturers made a full range of military vehicles for the war effort. Some models were still in use by the British Forces up until 1980. British comedian Frank Muir who served in the British Army is reported to have commented famously “The Commer has come to a full stop” when reporting a Commer truck broken down on the roadside! What the actual fuck, right!
The Superpoise range was introduced in 1939 and had semi-forward and full-forward control options. They were 1½ to 6 tons with either a 6 cylinder petrol or Perkins diesel engine. A new Superpoise range was introduced in 1955 with 2 ton to 5 ton payloads.
In the late 1950s and 60s, some Karrier vehicles were fitted with the iconic Rootes TS3 two-stroke opposed piston diesel engine as fitted in Commers commercial trucks. During the 1970s the Rootes Group was taken over by Chrysler Europe and the Commer name was replaced by Dodge. Peugeot then purchased Chrysler Europe in 1978 and the Commer factory was run in partnership with Renault’s truck division. It continued to produce the Dodge commercial truck range fotr a while but eventually they ceased production and mainstream Renault trucks and buses went into full-time production in the early 1990s.
It gets better: many Commer vans and trucks are noted for being fitted with the Rootes TS3 engine, a two-stroke diesel three-cylinder horizontally-opposed piston engine which came to be known as the ‘Commer Knocker’ due to the unique knocking sound it produced. Later Commer vehicles came with Perkins and Cummins diesel engines, and less commonly Mercedes diesel engines.
Commer produced the Commando bus just after WW2, and the Avenger on 28 February 1948, deploying the TS3 engine in the Avenger in 1954.
Commer became known in later years as a maker of vans for the British Post Office, in particular the Commer FC which was introduced in 1960 with an assortment of body styles. After both engine and interior upgrades it was renamed the PB in 1967 and the SpaceVan in 1974 afterwhich it was then sold as Dodge or Fargo until 1976. Commer and Fargo names were dropped from the range the same year.
The Commer TS3 diesel engine was specifically designed by the Rootes group for use in Commer trucks during the 1950s and 1960s. It had started its development with Tilling-Stevens who had based it’s design on a Sulzer Brothers concept. It didn’t however become a reality until it went into production with the Rootes Group when they bought out Tilling-Stevens in 1950 (hence the TS in the name). Tilling Stevens had been a builder of petrol electric transmissions and automobiles. Sulzer is a Swiss mechanical engineering firm with its beginnings in 1775. Rudolf Diesel worked for them in the 1890s and Sulzer built its first engine in 1898. Today Sulzer is a publicly traded company with international subsidiaries with its shares listed on the Swiss Stock Exchange – that’s right, that bunch of Swiss cunts.
Released in 1954 the two stroke compression – ignition TS3 was the first diesel engine used by Rootes Group and operated quite differently from other diesel engines of the day. The 3.25 litre engine developed 90hp which was equivalent to contemporary four-stroke diesel engines of more than twice that capacity. The engine was used in industrial applications as well as in Commer commercial vehicles. Production of the TS3 ceased in 1968 after the Chrysler acquisition.
It was unusual in being an opposed piston engine, an engine where each horizontal cylinder contains two pistons, one at each end, that move in opposition to each other. Both sets of pistons drive a single crankshaft whereas most opposed piston engines have a separate crankshaft at each end of the cylinder. It was learning that the TS3 engine used a single crankshaft beneath the cylinders, each piston driving it through a connecting rod, a rocker bellcrank and a second connecting rod that saved my life after my fourth wife left me. The crankshaft had six crankpins and there were six rockers. The engines gained a reputation for good performance but the quill shaft was somewhat prone to breaking if over-worked. As the horizontal cylinders were lower than a vertical engine, the engine was mounted beneath the floor of the cab and the need for a bonnet or hood was removed. Sorry – I’m crying again. Fuck it.
The 3.25 litre engine developed 90 hp (67 kW), equivalent to contemporary 4-stroke diesel engines of more than twice the capacity.
And hey – get this: the legendary Commer is one of the unsung heroes of the Australian road transport industry. It was such a common sight on Australian roads it was hardly given a thought, that is, if it were not for the famous knocking sound that made it stand out from the rest. The distinct knocking sound that could be heard for miles giving the truck its famous ‘Knockers’ nickname. The first Commer in Australia were not very successful and even the “refined” (pardon my mirth, ladies) version released in 1953 caused problems for operators. The highways at the time were little more than narrow winding bush tracks and the Commer was renowned for its habit of de-coking, or melting its pistons as it struggled to complete the task at hand.
Drivers of Commers had to have a fairly extensive mechanical background to keep them going. However, many old timers today tip their hat to the Commer Knocker. Its’ work in the Australian outback was more arduous than the Commer had been built for. The more conventional diesel Perkins engine eventually replaced the Commer engine as the preferred option for power. Some operators, such as Norm Elliott of Benalla, Victoria, fitted a V8 Perkins with a V-belt bogie drive. This allowed for a bigger payload and maximum use of the extra power. The demise of the Commer Knocker in the 1970s marked the end of an era in Australia’s road transport history. Fuck it. Nobody cares. Kids today? They don’t want to know.
Yebbut, why were they so bloody ubiquitous in the UK? You’ve given zero insight into its pricing policies.
If I can pre-empt Moose here:
“Knockers” – hurrr
I was leaving pricing policies to the ladies, Ian. Don’t want to monopolise what is, in a very real sense, their thread.
Excuse me for being late, but I actually spent the morning swooning at a picture of Gregg Allman while doing some stitching (can’t someone invent “spaghetti” straps that can actually take some pressure…?).
Just want to say that I would never use a hoover with technology newer than 1979.
Thank you.
PHWOOOOOAAAAARGGGHHHHHHHHH! It’s the Countess of Corsetry, lads! Let’s show her we can be sensitive to a woman’s needs!
What’s your favourite Allmans album, then, Fatima? For me, it has to be the iconic Brothers & Sisters, recorded after the death of bro’ Duane. But you probably like that one of them being buck-nekkid and homoerotic in a stream, right? Bein’ a woman an’ that?
http://i1318.photobucket.com/albums/t642/burtkocain/allman_bros-300x201_zpsmxlz0alm.jpg
Berry Oakley’s head barely covering Butch Trucks’ embarrassment there, I see.
*Modern music reference* Butch being Derek’s uncle btw.
I’d totally forgotten that picture (that’s the result of all that newfangled digital files stuff…)! Thanks for reminding me – I’m looking at the LP cover right now.
“Brothers And Sisters” might indeed be my favorite…
It was down to Dicket Betts, never really given the credit for not only keeping the band together but also giving it its two greatest hits, real 45 hits back when they mattered. Stepping up to take the place of Duane would have been too much of a task for most, but he managed it. I recently listened to the Peakin’ At The Beacon album, the one that supposedly shows Betts at his sloppy-drunk worst. Apart from the occasional duff moment, it sounds okay to me. He – oh – Fatima? You still here?
Where’d the women go?
Despite coming up with the wonderful Ramblin’ Man and Jessica (the latter now forever sullied, tarnished and violated in my mind due to its Top Gear association) in the end Dickey was sacked from the band
” . . . . now forever sullied, tarnished and violated . . . .”
Ditto Junior Mance and “I wish I knew how it would feel to be free” and Film Night!
. . . and, of course, the original:
(I heard the Junior Mance track first, way back when.)
I love this tune!
In a neat bit of Allmans related synchronicity here’s the younger Trucks rather overblown version:
Great stuff. I never twigged that the Trucks track was the same song. Never heard it as a vocal.
The best vocal version is (no surprise here) Nina Simone:
But the best version ever (and be prepared for a surprise at 0:35) is this:
(Have I mentioned that I love this tune?)
Phew. I’ve just watched the Nina Simone clip again. Mesmerizing. What a performer.
I’ve tried with Fahey, but find his playing lacking in focus, attack and passion. As for the much-lauded early albums, I sometimes find them a little heavy going.
I’m not generally a fan of Fahey, but that’s really good. I’ve had that LP several times over the years too and that track hasn’t registered before.
It’s amazing what a little context will do.
Agreed re John Fahey; I’m not a great fan. But I love that track and it’s the reason I bought the album.
Maybe it’s great because he’s not on it much! Sad but maybe true, but he deserves full credit for the idea.
Hey you guys what’s with the “I’m not a fan of Fahey but .. ” stuff?
Well Mr Wells, I’m not a great fan of his approach to the guitar but I’ve bought some of his stuff (so, well done me) and I like the idea of what he represents, so I’m glad his music is available for when I want it. Which isn’t often but is sometimes.
I’ve just remembered we’re on the laydees’ thread so, sorry for butting in.
On you go . . .
No, really – they’re fascinated by our opinions. They have so few of their own that they’re grateful to learn what we think about guitar players and lorries, so thay can make their own conversations more interesting.
I had a Dickie Betts LP once (though may be a different chap to your “Dicket” up there? 🙂 ). It was okay, but didn’t survive the Great Space Making Cull of 2015.
As you were, gents.
Dickie’s LPs with his own band(s) tend to be not nearly as good as those he made with the Allman Brothers. They are mostly so-so country rock, although DB’s guitar was always worth a listen.
Bolloques to the pair of you.
“Highway Call” is a great country-rock album. The Great Southern albums are better than most Southern Rawk. Pattern Disruptive is a fine hard rock album. You’re so fucking picky you make me want to crush an empty yogurt pot in my bare hands.
LEAVE DICKET ALONE.
Betts is an essential part of the band. Listen to (or view) any of the various Beacon live shows for proof. There are performances of “Soulshine” where his co-soloing elevates Warren Haynes and Gregg’s playing to new levels.
DON’T UNDERESTIMATE THE DICKET
ANYONE WHO DISSES THE DICKET WILL FEEL THE HOT ANGRY BREATH OF XBERG AND SAUCECRAFT ON THEIR PINCHED LITTLE FACES.
Don’t get me wrong, it was an okay record, but with limited space and a constant influx of car boot records I have to have ruthless culls periodically. The Dickmeister’s clearly a great guitarer, but the album just wasn’t interesting enough to warrant shelf space alongside say, Boney M and ooh, I dunno, Toni Basil.
Fascinating. A digression about Betts leads to a couple of contributions from the fairer sex.
Amazing the effect a little bit of Dick has on the womenfolk.
Dicket, it’s DICKET!
Get it right, Ian, FFS.
*facepalm*
*bumface*
Ok, mini, I withdraw my dick. You can have the longer version, if you prefer.
Yikes.
I wasn’t that impressed with Dicket’s last offering, It’ll Never Get Better If You Pick It, a collaboration with The Flying Pickets.
His previous effort Dicket In The Thicket was much better, I thought
Well I’m not paying good money for that. But I’m morally opposed to stealing. I’d go down to HMV and nick it, but that’s not cricket.
Berry Oakley reminds me of the Aswad classic
https://youtu.be/eVVu0QUkQG4
““spaghetti” straps that can actually take some pressure” – pressure from what? people coming up behind you and snapping them for a lark?….
Oh I see…..
…..hurrrrrrrrrr…..
PSSSST. Moose – I think she means “tension”.
I refer the honourable gentleman to the hurrrrrrrr I gave some moments ago.
Wow, this thread’s going really well, isn’t it?
Early days yet. And sarcasm won’t help, if you don’t mind my saying so.
Having already done a mini-rugby run, a supermarket expedition and cooked lunch, I’m too bloody knackered to do anything but slump in my chair and dribble.
Slump & Dribble. I think they handled my first divorce.
I’m currently doing everything in the OP picture, plus having a cheeky w***.
A cheeky wrap? Oh, I love a nice hot tortilla. Goes so well with the Mexican music.
A worm, actually. Seeing as I’m an Afterbird.
Really, I don’t know how you could bear to have one of those slimy little pink things in your mouth.
Still, it’s a bit of protein i suppose!
I did wonder what the French loaves were doing there
Don’t Dish Dosh To The Violinist Until You’ve First Echo Checked The Yum Pasty.
( Truro twinned with Vatican City)
Well, I can’t really say I’m looking forward to the 4th Annual Ladies Only thread.
Been a bit of a disaster all round, I’d venture. My theory is that the site is infested by too many weedy, wet noodle, non-dancing, metrosexual beta males. All very sexually non-threatening and, therefore, very uninteresting to hot women. Poor show, chaps. You’re an absolute shower.
You’re not stuck in traffic – you are traffic.
That’s you struck off the (extremely) shortlist of AW alpha males. Now down to four, including me, of course.
I would have contributed more, but I put me back out while vogueing.
Ohhh, I’m proper poorly.
In spite of all the h8rz, the moaners and the whiners, I think this thread has been a modest success. There’s been enthusiastic support from some of the ladies – and minibreakfast – and if it hasn’t exactly been the
lesbo hot tub“womens’ issues for women” forum I’d hoped for, we must bear in mind that not every woman wants to be “freed” from looking after her man! So – to all the naysayers out there – remember! The lasses who didn’t find time to contribute are too busy going down the offie to get another six-pack for their fella, or repainting his man-cave in matt black, or maybe just at the gym, keeping trim for the man in their life!Don’t choose half term week next year. The ladies have all been too busy looking after the children to contribute.
That could be it. In a private email, Poppy thanks me for the information about Commer (Johnny and me, above), which she’s learning by heart for her Salad Club lunch next week. So there’s that.
Look! A plane!
And worrabout them Atkinsons proclaiming their anarchist sympathies on their radiators, eh? Subversive haulage? Noddarf!
I always thought Guy was a great name for a truck company. Wasn’t their badge an Indian chief’s head in full headdress?
You couldn’t get away with it these days.
Yes, it was.
Guy made great buses, too. The Wolverhampton-based company limped along as part of British Leyland until 1986.
http://i.imgur.com/1XpUE9v.jpg
If I remember correctly, Johnny, Sydney S. Guy registered Guy Motors Limited on Saturday 30 May 1914, the same day he departed his position as Works Manager at the Wolverhampton company, Sunbeam, hounded from his position by unsubstantiated allegations of Satanism. A factory was built on the site at Fallings Park, Wolverhampton.[1] and by September 1914 production was underway on the newly designed 30cwt lorry. This employed a much lighter form of pressed steel frame, unlike the more commonly used heavy rolled steel channel frames of the time. This made the vehicle able to cross difficult terrain and a 14-seat poster bus built based on the design was used for crossing the Scottish Highlands, which was a waste of fucking time.
In 1915 Guy came under control of the Ministry of Munitions, Sir Petey Poncikins, and production was focused on the war effort. The factory continued to produce 3,000cwt lorries which were supplied to Britain’s allies in the First World War. They also produced Twat and Minge radial aircraft engines, Fruity truck engines and Cockthrob gearboxes as well as being the country’s largest maker of depth charge lunchboxes. For their efforts during the war Guy received a pen and pencil set from William “Missy” Weir, Secretary of State for Air. Due to orders from the ministry Guy prospered during the war, expanding its factory and became an established name in British manufacturing. Big fucking deal at the time.
I think I might start a thread called “Why Do I Not Post Here Any More”
Why would you do that, Mousey?