Life is like a Box of Chocolates
You never know what you’re gonna get
But you do you see, soft centres go first
Leaving hard nutty ones…. cause to fret
No point in crying over spoilt Milk Tray
Fudging the issues can leave folk tragic
Just fix your eyes on the Milky Way
Or dabble in a bit of Black Magic
Can a question Stand?
well a band can? and in my first job I was asked to go to the technical department and ask for the long stand - it took quite a while?
but what I am really interested in is can a question mark?
RJ!!!
I am the best Musician in my neighbourhood but that ain’t sayin much, there is only one other, Johnny One Note.
You got off light GUMBUD. Long waits, sky hooks, pigeons milk, elbow grease, all popular pre 1970s.
By & large, a new comic duo
I can’t stand questions that I don’t understand. I stand by my decision, I suppose thats better than standing on street corners
Can a question mark. only if its using indelible ink or brute force & causing bruising.
too early for me to be clever chums.
Ah the question. When I was a boy I was told ‘Ask no questions and you’ll be told no lies’ is it any wonder I’m stupid, which goes to prove that if you do everything you are told to do automatically you will never get anywhere in this life, initiative is what’s required.
The big serious question back in the late 40’s and 50’s was TB or not TB, mass X-ray vans toured the country seeking out this deadly disease, my Dad was caught up in the net and spent 10 years of his early married life in and out of sanitoriums. Fair play to him he went on to live to be 94 and had all his wits about him up to the very end, must have something to do with the gold injections they gave him. 
Soddal to do with anything…but I am rotting away here;invaded by the postulinimus eekitsgrottyus virus whilst at my local [ish-25 miles] hospital.
Right-I do NOT feel well.
Doc Mo came out-temp 104.6 and bpm 47/49.
I REALLY feel like shi…that stuff.
Can’t breath,can’t see [blurry vision,very hot,aching,blah blah…
My new joints are atm a LOT ‘hurtier’ than the old ones…
However,humour must go on.
I can’t breathe-that is NOT the joke!-but here we go…
One of Doc Mo’s nurses asked me what a double’-entendere’ is…so I gave her one.
Shuttup. I’m doing my very ill best!
I am truly sorry your not feeling the best Pug, hope you pull out of it quickly, best of luck to you me ole son.
My doc says I’ve got the worst case of “Whatever it is” he has seen in his whole career.
Seriously Pug, get better very soon. We’ll keep your seat for you.
I hope you’ll feel better soon Pug, the lads need you here 
Does anyone know Isaac Hunt?
A moment in time has just gone
T’was there but a moment ago
The moment now is a new one
But soon even that one will go
It’s now been replaced by another
The last one just upped and went
It will stay for only a moment
Until another one’s sent.
Life’s a collection of moments
In which all our actions are caught
We only get a few million moments
Now there’s a horrible thought.
nice one mart and welcome!
Psst has someone been asking for Isaac Hunt around here cos if they have can you tell them he owes me money!
[CENTER]Kimberley Musings[/CENTER]
As I negotiated the golf links today with not an apparition in sight lo and behold kangaroo poo on the 2nd green. I don’t mind them being members of my club but despoiling the greens is just not cricket or in this case golf - must have a word with the club secretary. I have only caught one sighting of these creatures because at sun up they have moved across the road [before rush hour Derby starts] and settled down for a kip in the opposite shrub.
Yesterday I attended a remembrance gathering in our local cemetery. We gathered at 4.30pm - any earlier would have been too hot. As we sat on our garden seats and deck chairs the sun receded in the West. One lone airliner left white trails through the sky.
the kids ran about laughing and playing and we sat and chatted about things in general and also the dearly departed. finally the matriarch read out a remembrance pray and others were invited to say a few words - one got a bit carried away [should have been really] and delivered a sermon. Then we all drove off into the sunset!
My nurse is REALLY pretty,very attentive and she’s from Ukraine.
Innit amazing-I always wanted to meet a chick in Kiev…
All the times I’ve taken trucks to Belarus/Ukraine/Russia,etc…and I have to meet this GORJUSS lady when I’m struggling to breathe,in pain,unshaved…and in England…
I have NO idea wtf is happening,but apparently last night I had three nurses attending me as I thrashed around on the bed in pain.
These new ceramic joints totally suck-as does the MIGHTY cold I’ve picked up since being here. Fed up…I want my mum…
There’s a man in the next flat
Who’s never without a hat
I suppose he must be bald
For he invariably gets called
Baldy, but at least he’s not fat
He likes to drink gin
Tesco sends it to him
He sups it with pleasure
For he’s a man of leisure
And drinking’s no longer a sin
Lovely one Mart. Great to see the rest of yez in good form too. Nice little one about the new neighbour RJ, we have four gay ladies moved in next door all attending the new college nearby, they had a huge party when the ‘Yes’ vote was passed, rainbow flags all over the place, nice girls lousy singers though.
Pug you keep your hands to yourself, I’m sure you have the nurses in stitches, and no chicken kiev for you while the chips are down, maybe later.;-)
I’ve decided to grow a beard to mark my 70th birthday in November, I think 70 is a milestone in anyone’s life, indeed one is very lucky to reach it when you think of all that can go wrong in 70 years. I had often thought about growing one in my younger days and the one time I went ahead with it I was shocked to see it turn out a reddish brown colour, so it was off with that like a light, couldn’t take the slagging of being called ‘Shit Face’ every day at work. Now that I’m grey at least it’ll be all the one colour, vive la hairy infidels! 
You’re never too old to grow a beard
So they say that’s what I’ve heard
Be it long or be it short
Out at sea or back in port
Not much choice when it comes to colour
And it does make one’s face look fuller
Mine is grey for what it’s worth
Spotlessly clean not a speck of dirt
The wife says I look a right howdoyoudo
When I wash it with Lemon shampoo
But on my face it’s there to stay
Even when they take me away.
I had no idea you were that old Jem, nevertheless come November you’ll be my favourite Septugeranium…
I hope we’re going to get a picture of this beard when its at its finest, Jem?