Forword the SGBb,
The Spell Chequer
Eye have a spelling chequer
Witch came with my pea sea;
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks I kin knot sea.
I strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it to say
Weather eye am wrong oar write –
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four to long,
And I kin put the error rite –
It’s rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it;
I am shore your pleased two no
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh –
My chequer tolled me sew.
As a poetry it lacks some thing?
I have had a bit of a fiddle with bits and bobs in the shed, bit of inventing you know.
The new shotgun shells* are ready A semi automatic sawn off shot gun** would be the perfect weapon for them.
On the smooth bore front the lads have had a go at the load and tap method of quick shooting copying the move from the tv show sharp, with the surprising result that it works with some proviso that low quality powder can soon build up deposits in the Barrel.
Given that it would only be used in ranks for mass volleys then the bayonet would come in to play it wold have been a very effective method.
**that I do not have and would never think of using
*yes I have a licence and a nice collection of mostly smooth bore replicas and early riffled match locks.
