Thankyou Mags,you’re an angel…it’s daft-he’s ‘just a pooch’…but,well…he’s LOFTY!
[you really are a very nice lady,Mags. XXX]
And Jem-that prayer may have been ‘just a prayer’ to you…but to whomsoever listened…it was worth hearing-thankyou,mate. Lofty won’t be home for a few days,as he has to fully recover. That lump was massive,blocking his oesophagus,thorax AND blood vessels. That ba##tard got off VERY lightly,condidering. Still,forr’d,not back’d…Lofty’s soon coming home! YAAAAAY!:-D:-D:-D:-D:-D
Yes, the starting point is getting yer “Mind Right”, this is the users responsibility, see, folks who want to help are, in general, tapping in for personal solutions.
This is it Spitty, one has to confront one’s own demons and fight them off single handed, no one else can get inside your mind, it is unique to you, just like pain, it’s not transferable, but I’m sure there are a few Frankenstein type scientists out there already working on it in secret, I think the two Bush’s were pioneer subjects that went horribly wrong and backfired, they left out a few things when putting the brains back in like memory, how to count, history geography, etc., lets see how they’re latest model Trump turns out.
Now for something slightly weird.
I made a startling discovery when I woke up this morning, I was dreaming that I was sitting in my local reading the paper and enjoying a pint of the black stuff, it was a long and pleasant dream and lasted until closing time, when I woke up I realised that I was reading the paper without me glasses on! That proves to me that you if you went blind and already had reading and writing learned all is not lost, you can still read books and newspapers in your sleep, maybe some whiz kid could work along those lines for a gadget to help the blind read, titter you may as that odd ball comic Frankie How weird used to say.;-)
Ok-this has nowt to do with anything…but on the morrow,The Memsahib & I are finally,at last,OMG it’s been a long wait,off to collect Lofty from the surgery. YAAAY…it’s amazing just how this place has seemed so quiet and ‘not quite right’ without him. I’ve had to resort to biting all incoming letters myself! [the toothmarks just don’t look right though…]
Oh I see, you bite the letters first then you lip read them, makes sense.
Happy days then for you and the missus Pug, God you’ll have the poor little fella spoilt rotten when you get him home, and who could blame after all he went through. Well done to all concerned in getting him right again.
Anyone remember that ancient joke about the fella who spent years teaching his dog how to play poker?, well it was all a waste of time, every time the dog got a good hand he wagged his tail.
Oh God that really is the limit but it was the only way to get it out of me mind.
Watched an old film recently and it had vulgar sounding title, a 1950’s film with Kirk Douglas called “Young Man with a Horn” Embarrassing title ain’t it? I was going to email the TV station and suggest an alternative title “Homo Erectus” sounds a bit better and not as direct, don’t know how they’re going to get on with next weeks matinee, a US Cavalry film with Audie Murphy starring, “Bugles in the Afternoon, good clean fun and all that but the titles are inclined to lead you astray in todays society where everything has different meanings, this is all too much for an ole fella like me.:shock:
We’ve had no government here for nearly three months, they couldn’t decide who was going to get all the good jobs and they kept on wrangling for weeks, they finally managed to stick a sort of government together rather than face the electorate again, but I can’t see it lasting, The Country was never going better when we had nobody running it except the civil servants, makes you wonder why we need these highly paid gobshites in the first place.
Mars Barr on politicians, he calls this “Up for Election”
There is no secret to successful politicians
No magic wands, jesters or magicians
Have a hard neck and never give a direct reply
And make sure you conceal every lie
If you want your followers to adore you
Blame all the woes on those who were in before you
Always dress well and speak with a plum in your mouth
Never appear angry, raise your voice or shout
Don’t get drunk in public and speak when sloshed
Amuse the intelligent and confuse the unwashed.
That’s all I need to know now so I’ll get me coat
And knock on your door seeking your vote.
Some folks know the game they play
To preserve the self, other minds they sway
No conscience here, inevitable, the time delay
Black or white, No, shades of Grey
No soul search, or reality spasm
Just for today, short-termilism
They love their kids, and future proof
But more concerned with plans uncouth
You’d think it would be Black and White
But, truth be known, they don’t give a shite
OK-bugger it,bad times. Lofty died 4 hours ago. We’ve had him home for two days…but if truth be told,I’ve had my doubts regarding his usually indomitable spirit being so,well,absent. The he started regurgitating fluid…and just on four hours ago,Lofty went to Pooch Heaven. God Bless Lofty-a better friend no man ever had. [he was helping me re-wire a switch,here. Couldn’t’ve managed without him]
Oh dear Pug, I’m so very sorry you have lost your dear friend Lofty Our pets leave a huge gap in our lives when they leave us but in time you will realise they have also left you with some very happy memories. (hugs).
Ah so sorry to hear that news Pug, I’ve just got back from the country and saw your post, the poor little chap put up a brave fight, anyway he’ll suffer no more, I don’t know what to say old mate but I know the feeling of losing a canine friend, my sympathies to you and your good Lady, take care of yourself.
Reading Spitty’s thread about what can happen when you go to the jacks wearing a long housecoat reminded me of the little accidents we kids used to have, one of the old kids jokes back then was always told when lent came around every year. “What are you giving up for lent Willie?” “I’m giving up pissing for lent Tony, I’m pissing for height now” the things kids did for a laugh back then, so innocent.
Ah those young years when we hadn’t a farthing
Scraping, scratching, and begging your pardon
Going to bed on an empty belly
And getting the slate off old Mrs Kelly
Nicking apples without a by your leave
Wiping your nose in your gansey sleeve
Cleaning your bum with yesterdays news
Gluing used chewing gum under church pews
Looking at comics and the great ‘Red Rider’
Pulling the legs off a helpless Spider
Putting your hand up in the classroom, “Please Miss”
“I’ve a pain in me mickey, can I go for a piss?”
“No!, sit there and wait for the break”
“Oh please Miss… for God’s sake”
Too late now the damage is done
And six of the best don’t count as fun. (Mars Barr)16/5/16
Yes, the throughput of the name
The thoughts and digits seem insane
Then the silence, the calm, and nuance
Was the onlooker in a trance
But what the heck, it all rolls on
Tomorrow there’ll be another one
From a distant place or town
So be it, “bring on the Clown”.
Cosmic Properties and all that.
There was another good program on BBC4 last night, the presenter was explaining all about energy and the way energy from heat only moves in one direction, all way above me but I do try to understand these things, I am a keen student eager to learn new stuff. It seems James Watt and Stevenson knew all about steam engines but hadn’t a clue about steam’s Cosmic Properties or Thermo Dynamics, all hot stuff. I learned a little bit about it and decided to put my limited knowledge to the test when the wife was cooking dinner today. She was in the kitchen stirring something in a small pot and I gently put my hand on her shoulder, stared into the pot and said “How are your Thermo Dynamics behaving dear?” She gave me a Bulls look “Are you trying to get up my back?, I’m sweating here and not in the mood for your riddles, why don’t you nip up to the pub and annoy your mates until the dinner is ready” And there ended the lesson, no more Cosmic Properties studies for me in the house after that sharp rebuke. With a heavy heart I donned my jacket and headed for the local. As I sat down facing a lovely cold creamy pint of Guinness I rapidly contemplated it’s Cosmic Properties then slowly lowered it down me gullet, a few more of these and I would be up in the heavens meself, then I replaced the glass neatly in the centre of a fresh beer mat, rubbed me hands together smiled and said to meself “Thank God for Thermo Dynamics”:-)
Our pets leave a huge gap in our lives when they leave us but in time you will realise they have also left you with some very happy memories. (hugs).