Ran off with the barmaid? what tosh.
I don’'t run anywhere these days, nor has my computer of late. Oddly enough it had to be rebooted.
thinks… re boot…shoes .running … off. with barmaid… nah…
Well it’s nice to hear from you again young bean, you were badly missed.
Anything can happen when you hit 70 so if you see a long absence from me you’ll know I went on to higher things and that’s finally it, what’s this you say “Is that all there is?”
I’m be satisfled in the knowledge that I did me best and never harmed a living soul intentionally.
Ah the old booting up thing, many’s the boot up the arse I got from me old dad God rest him, gave me a great start…out the door. 
The thing about computers is you can never fully rely on them no matter how much you pay for one, until they get something that will conduct electricity 100% without loss there will always be problems with heat, it’s the wastage that causes the heat according to a program on BBC4 I watched recently, I believe a material called graphite (I think that’s what it’s called) holds great possibilities, plus the fact that it’s very cheap.
yes I was involved in a fight with a mate called graff once and he came very cheap I can tell you - wonderful to see you again RJ so erudite if you don’t mind me flaying! did any of your clan walk the boards at all?
some in the family tells the story of my great great grandfather having run off with the takings from the off license he managed in London took the family to Southampton or Portsmouth and did a song and dance act with his kids for a living before settling in the 'pool and propagated the rest of us!
Run off with Takings!!!, settling in the Pool!!!.
Pond Life???
well I’m now across the pond -in fact using the bigpond to talk to you right now - heh just had a feckin idea - we could in this modern age get all us tuned into skype and have a unreal discussion - now I think spittie and thug would be the ones to organize that - I have my skype name ready and waiting - oh dear how exciting !
Not now Gummy, I ain’t put me face on yet!
just talk to us through the back of ya head - you usually do!
I don’t think I would be anything but a disappointment in the flesh. So I decline to risk my cred on skype. Thanks all the same gummy.
In case you are wondering what you are missing I have the looks of Rock Hudson, the voice of Gregory Peck & the mind of Stephen Hawking. the humour of …oh whats the use of terminological inexactitudes in May 14th 2017… fake news rules OK?
Kind words Gummy.
My only claim to having rellies of a thespian bent was my dear late mother’s long friendship with Ken Russell the eccentric film producer. Ken’s family employed my mother for a few years, in service, at Mr. Russell’s Victorian residence. After losing touch after the war they were reunited when he mentioned my mother in one of his books.
They corresponded & met up together for many years until their deaths which by an amazing coincidence occurred on exactly the same day in 2011
I must look up euclidean geometry or did you make that bit up?
A cleaner in our employ back in the 1980s, rather like Hilda Ogden, had a son who had an obsession with skips & noted their numbers and other info avidly. He eventually made a career in recycling.
His mother never knew but I was in the same class at school
as his father , a fellow of nervous disposition, later he was to commit suicide. Incidentally , the cleaner was the dead spit of the dead mans mother.
Oddly Freudian eh? Oedipus, Schmoedipus
A fine foundation for a family Gummy, founded on drink, that puts you right up there with Lord and Lady Guinness, royalty to the drinking classes, I tip me hat to you Sir Gumbud, ’tis an honour indeed to be conversing with the likes of yourself.
“Did any of your clan walk the boards at all?”
With someone like Uncle Vivian in the family I’ll hazard a guess some of the clan walked the plank all right.;-)
I had a terrifying experience with Skype once, never went near it again, not even for me own family. My Son’s Italian father in law wanted to talk to me visually so I got all dolled up and the family stuck me in front of the screen, up comes his face and he smiles and says “Bon Jure” or bon something, I smiles back and says “How are yeh” He had some English but I had absolutely no Italian, we were like two drunken clowns smiling and staring at each other, finally I said “Adios amigo, I’ll hand you over to my son now” Then I crouched below the screen and slithered out into the kitchen. Not for me the Skype thing, great for the younger folks though, anyway who wants to look at a plate of tripe on a screen.
All this talk of Skype, and the Back of the Head, this needs “Nape-ing in the Bud”, Gum.
No,my dear chap.
T’is indeed a genuine name…the very chap who invented the ‘theoretical geometry’ that produced the endless staircase.
Dashed sure you can find it on the interwebz thingy…or at least a description. Anyway,must whizz - don’t want to upset gumbud by taking up space that could be devoted to his Uncle Vivian…
What’s this sudden urge to see faces?
Will the next thing be hugs and embraces?
Why act like the French, when merely the mench
Of Skype, is enough to keep all in their places. ;-)
“Come on let’s crawl to the ugly bug ball…”
Ugliness, like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, we must not forget that.
I had an ugly uncle, every time he saw a handsome fellow he would say “Isn’t he a handsome pig?”
It took me years to figure out why he had to add the pig bit, then I realised that he knew he was ugly and he begrudged calling anyone else handsome, the pig at the end was his way of consoling himself to the fact, sort of mixing the handsome with the ugly, if you follow me. It was all in his mind. So if you are ever called a handsome pig it will always be by someone less handsome than yourself, does that console you lot of handsome pigs?
I am Inconsolable, Lights, Camera, Action.
well there you fairies - last time I’l mention skype; skype ; skype; skype; skkip’ sskippie; slype ; wife ; skipes; scripes skype; skype ; skype; skype; skkip’ sskippie; slype ; wife ; skipes; scripes.
and I thought I was dealing with internet savey navies - shine a light and they all cry foul and run away like cockroaches from the torchlight. go and play wiv ya wheelchairs; rubbish removers; backsheds and balsa wood planes see if I care!
No Pug, Uncle Vivian is MY relative, good grief.
Endless Staircase? the geezer who invented that must have been an Early Riser.
Nah Spitty, Pug means a ziggurat , from ancient Mesopotamia
viz
Ziggurat - Wikipedia
A ziggurat (/ˈzɪɡəræt/ ZIG-ər-at; Akkadian ziqqurat, D-stem of zaqāru “to build on a raised area”) was a massive structure built in ancient Mesopotamia and the western Iranian plateau. It had the form of a terraced step pyramid of successively receding stories or levels.
really I thought he was my uncle? 