I know if I started a thread on feeling “ASS”, I’d be banned.
Anxiety Separation Syndrome can be very debilitating.
As there are a few of us that appreciate a bit of brass, I feel sure that would not be the case Oxy;-)
Love it! 
Strange on Threads so short Subscribed
A missing folk can Ebb the Tide
Observing somewhere, from the Beach?
Plans afoot to “self Impeach”
Floating One Way in a Dinghy
Toward the distant Oracle
Don’t be so stupid, chasing Rishi
Sit in Eddy, rotating in your Coracle
well this was always Jems creation and we joined it and subscribe - obviously he didn’t nominate a deputy - just like a gem cutter won’t let anyone else handle the diamonds
my poetry comes in fits and starts - I’m having a fit at the moment!
there is a young fellow called spittie
who can get very awfully gritty
he means to be kind but it’s not on his mind
that’s why we all call him spittie
I was day dreaming today and thinking about the 70’s in UK when everything seemed so peaceful and British! I had a teaching job in a local college and would walk home down a small country lane bordered by what were previously corn fields - cottages to one side with people I knew and waved to and at the end of the lane a new fast motorway had been installed [one of my ferrets got out once and got squashed on the motorway trying to cross it - I had not had the chance to teach him highway code!]
I would then cross a spinney with hundred foot trees, turn right and a short walk up to home - what a now peaceful scence it all conjurs - and it was, but also a little bit boring and that’s why I took off for HK and then eventually OZ - had a restful soul in those days.
Spitty Your mentioning EbbTide brings back the first time I heard that with Jerry Colonna.
I can’t say he crooned it, as he murdered it so much it just made you laugh especially when he closes with “Hey Ebb come back”. Anyone who watched the very popular film Shane will know that was from the final sentimental scene
Ah the first rain of the wet season heralded by a few distat claps of thunder. an event worshipped by all and some even dance in the rain. This time just a gentle fall instead of monsoonal - that will come later. But now everything is refreshed and as the locals say “everything ‘yorro yorro’” standing up fresh and straight.
Hello good people, nice to be back with you all again, we had to come home today as we’ll have the baby to mind tomorrow. Hope your feeling better RJ, you are greatly missed young man.
Nice to hear from you Oxymoron, pull up a chair and make yourself at home.
No need for Deputies, officers or corporals Gumbud, it’s great to among those who can conduct themselves in the manner they are accustomed to, after all yez are old and ugly enough to puff away on your own steam, as me granny used to say.
Can’t speak for the rest of em Jem especially when on this day in 1881, the Earp brothers face off against the Clanton-McLaury gang in a legendary shootout at the OK Corral in Tombstone, Arizona.
Have we got any Earps or Clanton Mclaurys in our gang:shock:
I’d say today is a big day in Docholliday’s diary Solo, he might lower a few extra beers tonight, happy OK Corral Doc!.;-)
There were so many films made out of this incident you wouldn’t know what to believe, I’m sure Gumbud could give us his version in his own inimitable style.
Last week I was enjoying the beauty of the LAKE DISTRICT.
My wife, Nurse Gillian and my daughter Nefertiti travelled with us, as did the son in law, acting as chauffeur all week.
I am now an expert on William Wordsworth, having visited his cottage, (DOVE cottage) & savoured his invisible but tangible presence in his study.
Expert too on the much loved Beatrix Potter, having visited her cottage in Hill Top Farm & discovering she was a tough, hard talking polymath with ideas ahead of her time on conservation and the environment.
I visited a new distillery, cheerfully tasting their finest vodka, whisky & gin. Fell over going out.
I am an expert on graphite, having been down a facsimile mine shaft to gather this ore & learned about the top secret hollow pencils manufactured during WW2. They were filled with a tiny compass, 3 maps & something else which I have forgotten.
Stepped in a cow pat in the yard of the farm house in HAWKS HEAD where we were staying.
Took a boat trip down Lake Windermere, “10 miles long & 4 miles wide at its widest point” So the guide person said.
Ate out frequently & extravagantly & expensively shelling out over £500 in 6 days in elite locations. Fine food.
Lakeside factory was another jaunt. Spent £80 on gadgets. When we returned to the farm on Tuesday the herd of steers had stampeded & the dry stone wall lining the approach road had collapsed.
WE did loads more but I won’t bore you with it all.
All this influence of writers has inspired me too continue enthusiastically the writing group I started in the retirement block we now live in. I was pleased to find that the group has increased by 2 to 10 while I was away.
Thanks RJ. Those who know and love the Lake district will have noticed the changes that are creeping in slowly in some places and faster in others. Again we have to thank commercial enterprise for that.
An example is the famous Grasmere Gingerbread. Bought by visitors from all over the world and when you stand outside their little shop in pretty Grasmere village with the ginger smell wafting up your nostrils, you can understand why.
Once home, you unwrap the paper to reveal a few bars of unappetising looking brown stuff which you know from past experience belies the awaited.delicious taste. Well not any more, because the stuff now taste as bad as it looks and you cringe thinking of the packs you have given as gifts.
Whatever their claim is to ‘an ancient family recipes much loved over the generations’ it is no longer the recipe that I have known,enjoyed and loved through the years
What a pleasant surprise to see your post today RJ, and you sound like your usual self again, glad you had a good time. Are you now a Lady Windermere’s Fan?
All I know about graphite is you can take a horse to water but a pencil must be lead. (Stan Laurel). The phone just rang and the wife says it’s a long distance from Los Angeles, “it sure is” says I. (Laurel again) Priceless little gems from yesteryear that still make me smile.
Take care me lad.
I was out for a pint with my son last night and we got talking about colours, he was a printer before he went into computers, and we all know the printing game went to pot when everyone started printing their own stuff. Anyway, according to him women have a much larger range of colours than men, men have about seven colours and women treble that, to a man red is red and blue is blue, and if he’s really stretched to elaborate he’ll say dark red or light blue. A woman on the other hand will have many shades of red and blue, I think they have about a dozen shades of yellow, He told me that when a woman came into the printing shop staff were told never to show the women the full extensive colour charts as they would be there all day trying to decide on the exact colour. Us men like a less complicated existence it seems. “Black is black I want my baby back…” etc. an old song written by a man naturally.
I have all my life indulged myself by learning the Latin names of plants. I wouldn’t have bothered if I had found it difficult & in keeping with other aspects of my behaviour I cherry picked this talent , having shamelessly flaunted this esoteric fount of knowledge to all and sundry.
“How’s your Nephrolepsis Bostoniensis Exultata? “ (Boston Fern) I would say to someone of my acquaintance who I knew would not have the faintest idea of what I was referring to, pathetic innit.
I didn’t ever get to relate that I’d been discovered in flagrante delicto, because
quite frankly, I’ve led a sheltered life.
A popular word back in the 1990s, Germanic this time was “Schadenfreude”, a delicious word with no English exact equivalent & meaning something like guilty pleasure. Smirking at the spectacle of seeing someone slip up on a banana skin.
Funny how guilty & pleasure are words with such affinity, they belong together in our puritanical hang ups from our coming of age years.
As Philip Larkin wrote……….
”They fuc k you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.”
I had lovely parents, but they were useless in the big areas of life & that stuff. Sex was never discussed, in fact it was only ever accompanied by embarrassment and jokes. I seem to have done better with my lot now in their late 30s & 40s .
My son,also named Robert, was asked by me if we could discuss the facts of life when he was a teenager.
“Course Dad…whadya want to know?”
Benedicat tibi deus
I dunno RJ, maybe it was better like that, the sex bit I mean not the plants, you learned as you went along, sort of like an adventure into something that held great pleasure for us all. Today it’s all in your face, and like giving a child too many sweets all at once it loses a lot of it’s wonder and mystery very quickly.
I should have stuck to playing marbles as a boy, can you imagine how good I’d be at it now if I had? ;-)
Why do we always have to import so many ’trendy’ sayings?
An on duty policeman came into a jewellers shop I worked in, he had lost the minute hand on his wristwatch and was looking for a replacement. All the original hands were blue steel in colour and we had none in stock so I suggested I put a complete set of new black hands on it. “Not on my watch you don’t” and he broke into laughter.
I hate that expression, but once a copper always a copper on duty as they say.
Another one is “We have to talk” it would make a nice title for a forum for chatty women, but it’s actually a new way to warn someone of impending doom, I like people to come straight to the point there and then, but they don’t anymore, it seems they like to let you linger in mental anguish in the meantime. Years ago wives just said “Com’er you” and then delivered the blow, “We have to talk” my arse, “I have to talk” is more like it, you can’t get a word in edgeways.
The boy stood on the burning deck
He said it must be told.
I only came on deck for a quick fag
and the butt fell into the hold. :shock:
I like that Emjay, So that’s how it started.