Some good points there 
but not exactly on the money. Should have thrown a few references to boredom and entertainment. After all isn’t that we are all doing on here - providing entertainment for ourselves and others?
You should take a lot of what I say with a pinch of salt - I do .
GUMBUD,
Got out of the bed on the wrong side today?
Deary me, what a testy tirade.
(En)lighten up dear boy.
Pinch of salt & a lot more water…
Where is the thumbs up when you need one?
How right you are 
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Sorry Gumbud but I am an entertainer on here full stop. I twist and turn on purpose to exasperate. All a big game to me whether I’m sober or not. I know I can be downright annoying because of it and it does get in me in trouble more often than not but on the other hand it is very difficult to ignore me. Surely this is an asset on any forum? And on top of that I have quite a few gears in reserve that I haven’t brought into play yet. Think how entertaining (and annoying) I will be when I’m in full flow :twisted: .
Annoying little bugger ain’t I 
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and very slightly conceited
wonders why
Very much so. When you have so much power at your finger tips it can go to your head . Lets face it I could run everyone on this forum ragged if I wanted to :twisted: .
All down to psychology at the end of the day - and I’m steeped in it - you could say I’m pickled in it really .
But I have no intention of doing so. Good boy me - well I am at this moment in time anyway.
Come on Gummy old pal - thought provoking fun is what I hope I provide.
bows to the audience
well thank goodness … we can all relax now :shock:
Oh Lordy shine yo light on me, let this miserable sinner be enlightened. Wasn’t that a period in history when every Tom Dick and Harry was gettin brainwaves, inventors coming out of the woodwork, there was rejoicing in the streets, the town crier went around shouting “Bring out your ideas and to hell with your dead”
I agree it’s not easy to ignore a pretty woman while you still got loads of Faloorum but as you get into the older stages of life you find they just drift slowly out of your thoughts, it’s a blessing really because it means you have more time to yourself to do what interests you and don’t have to get involved in their very important decisions, like what colour curtains will I buy for the living room, and does my bum look big in this, that sort of vital stuff where the future of mankind depends on your answer. Writer Flan O’Brien wrote this in 1950.
“The older Dublin man treats his pint and his wife with complete indifference, unless one, or both, are knocked down in his presence”
That about sums it up in my experience.;-)
If you never heard of Faloorum before then you will never know what it means, it’s not listed anywhere, It could be an old celtic word that got lost over the centuries, who knows.
Pete Seeger sort of explains it in this old folk song, the song runs on for about half a dozen verses but this is just the first. The Dubliners recorded a version of it too, it used to be very popular in the mid 60’s here with the girls all singing it at hen parties, birthdays, and the like, yes I remember those gangs of girls when they all got together, frighten the life outa any poor fella who was near them in the pub, it’s true that the women are worse than the men when they are in bunches.
Maids when you’re young never Wed an Old Man
Pete Seeger
An old man came courting me
Hey ding doorum
An old man came courting me
Me being young
An old man came courting me
All for to marry me
Maids when you’re young never wed an old man
For he’s got no faloorum, fadidledo doorum
For he’s got no faloorum, fadidleday
He’s got no faloorum, he’s lost his ding doorum
So maids when you’re young, never wed an old man
Now when we went to the church, hey ding doorum
When we went to the church, me being young
When we went to the church, he left me in the lurch
Maids when you’re young, never wed an old man
Now when we went to our bed, hey ding doorum
Now when we went to our bed, me being young
When we went to our bed, he lay like he was dead
Maids when you’re young never wed an old man.
Hello JEM,
A good read and not only informative but entertaining.
I was thinking about my early days in the fabulous 1960s.
I was with a crowd of heavy drinkers for a spell. One evening we were at the Bricklayers Arms having been reliably informed of the new landLADY, Peggy Trott, a wonderful lady fresh from the RED LION in town. This dear lady had travelled the world in great style & comfort, allegedly as a companion to the honourable Marquis of Duffer & Ava.
Whilst travelling the globe she had amassed a vast collection of spirits & liqueurs, now on display in every nook and cranny in the bars.
On some nights she sang in the lounge bar and on one particular night she took a shine to me, singing directly to me. I was young & bashful.
I can’t recall every song she dedicated to me, but I felt I was being groomed… for later.
Here comes my point…dragging me towards the snug she sang a siren song which has a chorus which went " Show me your yo yo tonight.
That is all I remember for she forced down my throat a goodly dose of “Panthers Piss” and at some point, I lost consciousness.
Come the morning I found myself prostrate behind the perimeter wall of the local cemetery. To this day I have no idea of the events which took place after Panthers Piss, but I like to think she took advantage of me.
In the nicest possible way.
I can’t find the words of the song.
perhaps one day
I think older men have a lot to offer younger women - light ya wick but don’t let it burn quick sort of - I remember meeting a young filly some years back - she was keen on the experience and enjoyed my older style - the younger ones she said were too flash and quick - she like the slower style and the quality attached to it - we oldens don’t take a lady quick we just do it slick!:shock:
I could go into more detail but I promised her silence and she valued it
Now watching paul neman in Hud now there was a man who took what he wanted! sad he’s gone 2008! BUT a bad ending to the film IMO
You lucky devil RJ. she probably smothered you with lourve. Panthers piss, never tried that yet, although I’m sure I came close to with a pint I once got on the Quays, a real depth charger, blew the stomach outa me.
Strange you mention that yo-yo song it brought a flash of memory back to me of a party in me grannys house when I was a boy, a stout jolly faced woman sang a song and some of the words in were “I’ll show you my yo-yo tonight” It has to be the same song, but the memory is very vague, one thing I remember is everyone in the parlour that night were in fits of laughter at the song, I was very puzzled, what’s funny about a yo-yo? and why were grown ups singing about a kids toy? :shock:
Ah the innocence of childhood, too quickly it’s snatched away from us and we have to go forth and face the big cruel world of adults.
Paul Newman, described as one of the “heart throbs” in his prime, These days heart throbs are bad news for the over 50’s, time to see the Doc quickly, it could be a heart attack on the way. What was that other name they used for handsome men, ah yes, Dreamboat, a lot of local dreamboats in my neighbourhood went on the rocks and sank since those days, they are just historical old wreaks now.
Newman was a faithful old soul, married to Joanne Woodward for 50 years, yes a very well loved talented actor was he.
Thaaaanks for those comments Jem.
Have you by any chance the lyrics to “Keep yer 'and on your ha’penny”?
No reason, just asking…Or “if it wasn’t for the 'ouses in between”
Hello,playmates!
Ah,I can see you’re all worried and sleepless regarding my welfare…JOLLY kind of you,chaps-but I’ve actually been driving a skip-truck for…well…cash,really…but for a local fella I know who’s driver suddenly took umbrage and minced out unexpectedly. A quick call to SUPERPUG [hear the dramatic music…hmmm?] and off I dids’t set,in the Iveco,delivering/collecting/tipping skips. MY,there’s a lot of cash afloat in skipland! ANYWAY…here one is,still gorgeous,still panties-wettingly hunky,still astoundingly attractive-and still deluded. Now-where did I leave my wax crayons? I’m peckish…
Skips always present a bit of a dichotomy, to a simple bloke like moi, on the side is usually painted “NO FIRES”, then, underneath is painted “NO ASBESTOS”.
Serendipity rules OK?
oh not fecking serendipity again he;s always turning up at the most inconvenient time shouting “hi playmates it’s me again - wot amazing luck I caught you all together again” or as sigmund freud would say = let’s get our ids together baby or carl jung “glad to meet you eight orientals”!
“Here we are again happy as can be, all good friends and jolly good companeee!” We knew you woz alright Pug dear boy, you just ‘Skipped’ out for a bit.
I haven’t heard of those songs RJ but, I shall consult the elders in the local and let you know, you know you are getting old when there ain’t many elders left to consult, I find meself being consulted a lot up there lately too, but I believe in growing old gracefully and accept consultation as a compliment.
I noticed a lot a people lately, when they don’t want to tell you something, say “I don’t want to talk about it” It’s said in the same tone as “Mind your own business” fair enough, anyway I never ask any personal questions, not even of my own children, the way I see it is if they have something that concerns me they’ll eventually tell me, but the wife is a devil for asking questions and I feel for her, she really doesn’t mean to be personal, she’s just over concerned I think, especially where the family are involved. There are some who would say she was a nosey old cow, there are some who would say I’m making excuses for her, there are some who could be right.:-)
I had an uncle who was in the Irish Guards during the last war and when the brother and me were young boys we’d ask him about the war, curious as kids are about action in battle, he used to say “Sorry lads but I don’t want to talk about it, your too young to understand” It’s getting as bad as that other one of the same ilk “We have to talk” when the wife or daughter say that to me it puts the wind up me, it’s like waiting for the verdict of a jury in a murder case with you being the accused, I prefer to get to the bottom of things there and then. If I was the inquisitive type I think I’d sooner have the old “Mind your own business” at least you know where you stand.
Whenever anyone asks me something that I don’t want them to know I just smile and say “Ah now I don’t think that would be in your interest to know Johnny/Jane” it always works and nobody is offended.
The Butler really did do it.
It just shows you how quickly times and attitudes change over the years. Looking at an old British Film (I love the old black and white films, very easy on the eyes after a days work at the bench) last night and a maid in a very big house becomes pregnant by the butler, when this is brought to the attention of the lady of the house as it always was then, she decrees the following “Nothing else for it, they shall have to be married as quickly as possible, they won’t be happy but at least they will be respectable”
So respectability came before happiness in them days, what a life, give me happiness any day.
Sorry for ruining the end of the film, but the girl had more sense, she never liked the butler anyway and ran off with the footman instead, and they both lived happily ever after, sensible girl.;-)
What happened to the Sprog?
