Thanks for the advice and the compliment Gumbud. Whenever I use anyone’s stuff I always acknowledge them. I like to use the name of a very dear friend and drinking buddy of mine Martin Barr, Mars barr to his many friends, always fond of a laugh and cheered me up on manys the sad occasion, although Martin never wrote anything he was a very good ballad singer and would make up his own words to popular melodies, words to suit the topics of the times that were in it, he was a big hit in the pub, a very cheerful and funny person was Mars, 6 foot 2 inches and as thin and straight as a beanpole. He never married and nursed his mother all through her long sickness, she passed away in the 1990’s and he himself died in his bed in 2001 from a massive heart attack, he was sadly missed by all. Another thing I admired him for, he had no living relatives but had made a will leaving everything, including the large house, to the Simon Community, a voluntary charity that looks after homeless folks, one of the few ‘Bare bones’ charities with no large salaries for the top people, if he ain’t in heaven then there is no heaven. I never hear the older folks mention him anymore in the pubs around this area, but I’ll never forget him, R.I.P Martin old friend.
the dutiful son or daughter - I’ve met a few and often wondered whether they had regrets about not finding their own life partner and starting a new life?
This very morning,I informed ‘himself’ [for those of Celtic overtone] that I refused point-blank to drive the wagon. Why?,I hear you ask [please?]
Well,I had a warning light come up that my brakes were at 18% efficiency and that consequently,ALL hydraulics were below correct pressures-and got told “It’ll be ok-just be careful”.
It’ll be ok?-so you won’t mind driving it,fully-freighted,then,right?
…apparently,he would.
Upstick;I’m off home.
…and here I am…
And right you were too Pug, I’m proud of you lad, no job is worth risking your life for.
I hope your not wasting the day now and helping Mrs Pug about the house, they get confused when they see their man home in the daytime, get up off your backside and tell her you’re available, I’m sure she’ll think of something for you to do, they always do.
Welcome home by the way, I’d offer you a drink but distance prevents, cheers.
M’dear fellow…today,I have told the guv to stick it,been told I make place names up in the A-Z of UK thread,been pestered almost non-stop by agencies [how DO they find out so quickly?] and just discovered my POXY Corgi has scoffed all my Marmite rice cakes! So right at this moment,it’s just me,sitting here with my 12-string acoustic,putting the sh#t behind me. Just layin’ down some soothin’ choonz,dude…[etc]
The Memsahib is out punching builders,or whatever her hobby is-I forget…
So there I was working on this building site, and some lady came up and punched me…how much of a coincidence is that…
You know what they say Robert "Hell hath no fury…
Looks like Pug is taking it lying down.;-)
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It’s getting bloody cold round these parts -
14C at 5.30am - enough to freeze the pouch up of a kanga! and we’ll be lucky to get over 30C by lunch time. But this now is beautiful Kimberley weather - yesterday I sat out [under shade you understand] and had 4 bowls of Old Dublin and a few noggins and listened to Maria Callas singing romantic arias - divine - made a congee soup for dinner and hit the sack 'till 8pm and ready for the late evening films two good american comedies by actors that I have never seen or heard of before. It’s always like that these days unless I can score a b/w at 3am
comtemplating long trousers and long sleeves for the golf links today! -final went for a light bomber jacket but kept the shorts - long trousers are now socially acceptable in the ‘dry’ but we men just love our shorts and find it hard to let them go!
on the downside we are now down to one hairdresser in town - no BARBER and you of course have to make a booking - feel like a ponce! so may have to drive 200kms to Broome for a haircut or let one of my local mates hack at it? there are downsides to life in paradise.
Ps: adjorning the golf course at its western tip is a package of land housing light engineering businesses - as we walk past I can hear the howls and growls of all the watch dogs - lots of expensive equipment can disappear if not guarded - but I always feel sorry for these lonely hounds!
Oh,Gummy…I feel for you bro-fancy having to wear long sleeves on the course! Mind you,having said that…I was wearing a donkey jacket and hi-viz-and we’re a mere 6 weeks from Midsummer,forsooth! Mind you,on returning home,I gave the donkey his jacket back and ambled along the beach avec les chiens in merely a t-shirt,shirt and LONG [!] jeans as the sun burned holes through my raiment…oh,ok-as the wind attempted to freeze my wotsits…
Yes I do envy you the great weather Gumbud, but not the shorts, although I have gorgeous hairless legs wild horses couldn’t get me into shorts.
That was a mean thing to do Pug, nicking the poor Donkey’s jacket. I still grin when I think of your other beauty about the dry skin and the towels.
Ode to my loves left elbow.
When first I saw my love at play
Her elbow made my perfect day
As she swung her hurley stick
She gave the ball a mighty flick
'Twas the elbow that did the trick
Into the net the ball did fly
And the crowd let out a powerful cry
“Philly has done it again, how brave how bold”
“That elbow is magic, pure 24 carat gold”
I went round to the dressing room
To be stopped by an enormous goon
“Where do yeh think you want to go?”
“I just want a glimpse of the golden elbow”
Well folks there you have it in a nutshell, I was well and truly hooked, we went on to be married, I wanted her to wear the wedding ring on her left elbow but she wouldn’t hear of it, it would involve drilling into the bone in order to suspend an anchor ring to loop the thing on properly, she said she didn’t love me that much.
that’s got a touch of gold Jem! - it’s an interesting topic actually - what was there about your first loves features that enamored you?
My first love had no special features that’s why it didn’t last! - second love was built like an amazon warrior - God could she pin you down! - third was as skinny as Twiggy with matching hair - I needed a rest - fourth had jet black hair - never had a girl with jet black hair before - I was smitten AND she had a really bubbly laugh - that’ll do for now don’t won’t to give all my secrets away!
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finally retiring from Liverpool after 16 yrs was it? with a tear in his eye. I listened to him being interviewed yesterday and that lovely Liverpool accent came flooding back into my memories - I can bring it on when I want but don’t normally use it these days - I’ve gone hybrid!
First love? Aaaah memories. Mine are hazy these days so I admit that some of my leisurely scribbles today may, be kind to me, not entirely terminological inexactitdes, but probably rose coloured, fanciful & embellished. What’s truth anyway?
Top of the list must rank Miss Blake my infant school teacher my first “ Mistress”. Blonde, perfumed & fluffy, I watched her every graceful, lovely movement. I admit that, anxious not to miss a moment’s observation of her dimples……OK then, breasts……………Philistines !.. I left the call to mictuate rather late, sometimes too late…
#Justa minute have noticed the sun has come up, while I’ve been typing this , more later.
welcome back jr or did you never go or have you been in the etheral webwaves all the time?
Thanks for the WB, GB old thing.
I’ve moed abode & had writers block
This is one I made earlier
…
Stopping to consider base functions
In order to apply a suitable unction
Choose the old favourite Anusol
Applied with a bright parasol
Don’t be a chump
When you go for a dump
Fill up with roughage
From cornflake packets
You’ll soon gain a system
And flushing the cistern
In uniform projectiles
Will preserve your textiles
That dreaded touching cloth
Becomes no stains to get off
All this toilet humour
Has few consumers
Blokey’s stuff
May be rough
But if you can’t speak freely here
Whilst supping good beer
What is there left
Introducing the test
Which friend is the best
The one who walks in unannounced
In his old underpants
Drinks your beer
Spills it over here
And here
Grabs the remote
Clears his throat
Who am I kidding?
Welcome back RJ, and back with a real cracker, I really enjoyed that, great to have you in full swing again young man.
That Miss Blake the infant teacher is how I would imagine Violet Elizabeth when she grew up, blonde, perfumed and fluffy, “I shall squeam and squeam”
I had a 15 year old first cousin Gumbud, the same age as meself at the time, she had jet black long hair and she was a real stunner, she had a beautiful smile, loved to laugh and she was great company, a joy to be around, not in the least full of herself, she lived quite near me and I often jived with her at the local hop at the weekends. I was secretly nuts about her but could never ask her out as first cousins were strictly taboo. When she was 16 she went off to Canada with her older sister and I never heard of her again, not even when her mother (my mother’s sister) died in the 1980’s did she come home for the funeral, wherever she is now she’d be 70 this year if she’s still alive.
I think we all have a tell to tell about the one that got away, or as the wife says to me “The lucky one”
There’s a garden show on BBC TV right now and the presenter in wading through lots of flowers which he describes as “Riots of colour” Garden snob talk or just stupidity? How can one have a riot of colour? riots contain an awful lot of very quick motion, head batterings, and noise, how can a flower achieve that? Please try to call a spade a spade. I hate being up early, bah!
Ah, first loves…Josephine Sadd was my first love, still is, as my mind wanders back to a time of innocence and a care free attitude. I was punching way above my weight, she was beauty personified, Michael Angelo could not have done her justice. A hairdresser at the time and I still remember her favourite saying after a hard day at work “Kids and dogs are the bain of my life” Or something like that [you get the picture] Alas, she saw through this, course, hard drinking, womanising scoundrel and after only a year, left me, in tears. [ her not me ] I didn’t realise what a prize I had in my grasp.
So devoted was I, that after our breakup I drove down to her house where she was engaged in a party. Her brother was a rugby player, and had invited several ‘mates’ down to their house to celebrate his birthday. Without a thought for my own safety, this nine stone, five foot six loud mouth went storming in…I was roughly hurled out on to the lawn by two; no three, prop forwards, and warned that if I returned I would be dismembered. I left the premises never to clap eyes on her again. What could have been…Mind you, Sue makes a decent job of washing and ironing, cooking needs some work though…
good RJ sounds like you’ve had a good clear out of sorts and I assume it has cleared the head too so superlatives, short stories and syndromes to come???