Showing my age?

without googling, this 41 year old has no idea

Just call me a 24 year old housewife. I have no idea what this is. I'm gonna google it.... Polish? We have Brasso. I still have Brasso under my nails from being in the Navy over 30 years ago! Make it shine boy...make it shine. Visit me http://www.radiodenver.org/(link is external)

Yeah, sounds like some kind of polish for chandeliers or candlesticks. 'Duraglit' is the kind of crap name someone would come up with by conflating 'enduring' and 'glitter'. Like 'Permashine'.

Speaking of 24 year old housewives...I remember when my kids were babies, we referred to the diaper contents as "dura-poop" for the never ending smell of baby poo and the inability to mask it no matter how hard we tried, until they moved from the house. Visit me http://www.radiodenver.org/(link is external)

They moved away while still only babies? "You don't need the light of the Lord to read the handwriting on the wall." Copies of Warsaw Tales available through www.new-ink.org(link is external)

I used to Duraglit the chrome on my bike. Not quite a penny farthing, you understand. I do believe some canny servicemen employed it on their brass buttons - less messy than Brasso. If you want to buy my book, visit my blog: http://whatisthisstrangeplace.blogspot.com/(link is external)

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Brasso is/was sold in the UK, Denver. I believe it's still available anyway. I have a can in my shed. I also have a tin of Duraglit. Although used for the same purpose it differed from the liquid Brasso in as much as it is a wadding that's soaked in a metal polish. I think it is still available, though I may be wrong.

Brasso brings back my memory of one of my last acts in the military. The officer in charge was a clean freak (aren't they all?) He would have us polish everything weekly with 6 month car wax and brasso...electronic equipment racks, floors, toilet seats, our noses...what ever would take a polish. I'm on duty one evening in the secret satellite communications center. Hanging from the ceiling are hundreds of feet of copper grounding runs, like 2 inch x 1/4 inch things, running everywhere there are electronic equipment racks. Being the consumate observer I was, I noticed that the copper runs were dull and tarnished (the officer in charge hadn't seen this yet.) So, I whip out a can of brasso, polish up a 6 foot section above the main doorway to the equipment room. This of course shined like a headlight when compared to the dull copper beyond, and of course was also so obviously noticable that the OIC would be certain to see it and have everyone commence to polish the remaining 37,000 feet of copper grounding. I checked out the next day and reported for discharge processing. Last I heard from the old crew was my little trick did indeed get noticed by the OIC and they did indeed have to polish the remaining 37,000 feet of copper grounding bar. Just my little way of saying goodbye to the people I loved and admired for so many years. Visit me http://www.radiodenver.org/(link is external)

I'm reminded of the following ditty, popular in school playgrounds when I was a lad; My father's a lavatory cleaner He works night and day in a pit And when he gets home in the evening his shirt is still covered with Shine up your buttons with Brasso It's only three hapence a tin You can buy it or nick it from Woolworths And make sure you rub it well in Some Say that he died of a fever Some say that he died of a fit But I know full well what he died of He died of the smell of the Shine up your buttons with Brasso It's only three hapence a tin You can buy it or nick it from Woolworths And make sure you rub it well in There were several other verses, but I think you get the general idea...

Thinking about it, Duraglit would have rhymed nicely.

My bike, a Lincoln Imp, went like Duraglit off a shovel. If you want to buy my book, visit my blog: http://whatisthisstrangeplace.blogspot.com/(link is external)

A short while ago I had to accept I was getting old. I saw an advert in my local paper for bands at a nearby venue. I saw the price of a band I knew and did the usual moans about prices then exclaimed about the more exspensive price of tickets for a band I'd, 'never even heard of'. As the words left my mouth I knew the severity of what I was saying. nobody

In my days in the Boys Brigade, I used to use Duraglit on the metal bits of my uniform belt.

Some say that he's buried in gravel Some say that he's buried in grit But I know what my old man's buried in He's buried in 6 foot of Shine up your buttons with Brasso It's only three hapence a tin You can buy it or nick it from Woolworths And make sure you rub it well in Some say that he left me a fortune Some say that he left me a bit But I know what my old man left me He left me a bucket of Shine up your buttons with Brasso It's only three hapence a tin You can buy it or nick it from Woolworths And make sure you rub it well in jude "Cacoethes scribendi" http://www.judesworld.net(link is external)

I used to polish my cymbals with Duraglit. I never understood drummers having brown greasy cymbals. It must have affected the tone.