don’t you try and drag australia into all of this we’ve got enough of our own idjets see!
widespread oh I see that’s were we got our irish margarine from because it is widespread wow !
well there’s a brave man if I saw one or perhaps an idiot savante - You’re gonna dig up the Irish slave trade and post it - ah here come the bones all posted in brown paper parcels - I’ll trade ya a thigh bone for a hip bone
can ya post mine to the Irish embassy c/o sydney - I’ll go and collect after all the hula baloo has died down and they removed the entire police force of sydney and those little tractors that move around searching for drugs or bombs!
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I’m so glad to hear that Spitty old son, the welfare of my fellow scribblers is always first and foremost in my mind.
As I said before Gummy, I have relatives all over Australia, some are descendants of the deported ancestor Mick Keogh who used to make his own sovereigns.
My nephew is a high ranking copper in Sydney, no kidding, so you’d better be nice to me or I’ll have him on your case for distilling illegal mountain dew.
Thank you RJ, you are very kind, and I have no copper relations in your neck of the woods, well not yet, but there are the makings of some very fine coppers on the grow in the family, God knows where they’ll end up plodding.:-)
I could talk about idiots all day long, but I promise you this is me last few words on the topic, by the way, what is the correct opposite to “Idiot”? “Egghead” is not a proper word so what is it?
I have made a casual study of idiots over the years, it’s a fascinating subject, all about the workings of the human mind, and as you all well know we know very little about how the mind really works and what it is capable of given it’s full potential.
In his book “Neither here nor There” the late great neurologist I.C. Truyew wrote “How do we know for sure that we’re not the idiots and the idiot is the wise person, he has his yardstick to go by and we have ours, who is right and who is wrong? When I look inside a human brain they all look the same to me”
You have a point there Doc, it was the so called intelligent minds with power that caused all the problems and destruction in the world to date, not the idiots.
The true idiot is harmless, has no ambition therefore lacks greed, the lack of greed alone in any person is a true virtue to my mind, he hears a new joke and the first thing he wants to do is share it with someone else just to see them smile, now wheres the harm in that I ask you. God bless all idiots for they can see the real meaning of what life is all about…being happy and carefree.
The idiots prayer (by Mars Barr)
As I close my eyes to sleep
My thoughts are of little Bo Peep
Lying in a meadow on top of some creep
And not giving a damn about the bloody sheep
May God forgive her for her mortal sin
That’s what comes from drinking home made gin
My older sister Mary was the very same
Lost all her morals and ended up on the game
Just like me she had no sense
All a chap needed was a couple of pence
In an old shed or on a haystack
For a threepenny bit you were away in a hack
Forget us not dear lord when our day comes
It was not our fault if we couldn’t do the sums.
No forgiveness for them
They’ll feel the Wrath
They should have learnt
To do the Math
ah the NSW police force - once reputed to be the most corrupt police force in the whole of aussie - I do hope your nephew was sent in to clean it up??:shock::shock:
Australian
The Seekers
I came from the dream-time,
From the dusty red-soil plains.
I am the ancient heart,
The keeper of the flame.
I stood upon the rocky shores,
I watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I’ve been
The first Australian.
I came upon the prison ship,
Bowed down by iron chains,
I fought the land, endured the lash,
And waited for the rains.
I’m a settler, I’m a farmer’s wife
On a dry and barren run,
A convict, then a free man,
I became Australian.
I’m the daughter of a digger
Who sought the mother lode.
The girl became a woman
On the long and dusty road.
I’m a child of the Depression,
I saw the good times come,
I’m a bushie, I’m a battler,
I am Australian.
We are one, but we are many,
And from all the lands on earth we come.
We’ll share…
I love it RJ, full marks, may you never lose it.
As usual, there is always the possibility, it is all, One and the Same.
is that an RJ copyright ?? if so do claim it old man!
if so you could be nominated as poet laureat for NSW!
I remember the very first cigarette I smoked, I was 11 and out fishing with my Uncle Joseph, I wasn’t doing the fishing he was, I could never see the point of dragging the happy fish out of their homes by sticking a hook into their mouths, then yanking it out and throwing the terrified creatures back into the water, but millions of folks do it, and each to their own, if you don’t like my peaches don’t shake my tree, as a young lady once said to me in the backseats of the local cinema, she called me a foreigner, said I had Roman hands and Russian fingers, but meanwhile back at the riverside…
He put the rod down on the grassy bank and took a twenty packet of “Craven A” from his shirt pocket. “Want to try one of these Jem?” “Why not Uncle Joseph” and I took the offered smoke. I have to admit that it made me feel very ill but I continued right down to the end, after all if he thought I was man enough to smoke the least I could do was act like a man.
That was when the brother and me used to stay with Uncle Joseph and his wife Helen in their little cottage in County Westmeath during the Summer holidays. Strange how the Summers back then seemed to be sunnier and the people happier. Anyway when we came back the following year and went fishing again I offered him a cigarette from a packet of ten, he was shocked. “I thought when I gave you that smoke last year it would turn you off smoking for life” he explained. “No fear Uncle Joseph, I’m made of sterner stuff, the brother and me are fully fledged smokers now, thanks to you”
That old trick the adults used to use to prevent the kids from taking up the smoking habit, fighting fire with fire, backfired. Of course if they tried it today they’d be locked up.
What-ho,Jem;
Many sorries,m’dear chap-one’s been attending to a rather ill friend’s needs,so not paying much-in fact sfa-attention to interwebs 'n things of like nature.
Anyway-the opposite of idiot,if one were to use origins of words,would be ‘extrovert’.
Y’WOT?!?,I hear you cry.
Well,in original Latin form,idiom,idiomatic,idiosyncracy and idiocy,ALL refer to a person’s habit or tendency to keep reasons for taking certain actions-actions that may well seem foolish,or just bloody ridiculous,to those not privy to the introverted,self-contained reasoning behind them. The ‘ID’,or ‘inner self’,becomes a driving force. Whereas,by grammatical definition,an EXTROvert,would make great play of publicising both his reasons [i.e;externalise]’ AND his [or her,natch] thought processes,plus the resultant actions thereof,to extemporise before an audience…after all,who doesn’t like praise?
[I hear it’s quite nice…#sigh#…]
See?
…and not a fish in sight…
I went out with a right ugly lady, that sold Fish for a living, she was a “Right Monger”.
I am not the author. it was written for the SEEKERS with JUDITH DURHAM & is the unofficial ANTHEM for OZ.
i DIDN’T mean to deceive you all, merely omitted to quote source,
SMOKING
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I had a WOODBINE aged 12…bleurgh!. Never touched one again during the following 57 years.
I say this not as a person without vice, I have made up for this saintly preserve by indulging in much more disgusting penchants.
Thanks for that enlightening explanation Pug, fair play to you, your always on the ball and you know your stuff. Hope your friend gets well soon.
Well it could just as well be written by you RJ, anyway I loved and enjoyed it.
Hasn’t Judith Durham got the sweetest and sexiest voice in the world! I wish she could sing into my lug all night long, it would send me drifting off to paradise, sigh! agus sigh aris.
I knew a girl who thought she had a great voice, but she sounded very whinny to me, one night when we were out together in a pub she got up to sing, I was praying that she wouldn’t, but she did. All through the song I was mortified, when she sat back down again she asked me did I like her singing, I said it was OK, this did not please her and she said loftily “I had my voice trained I’ll have you know” “Well it must have been trained by Vincent O’Brien because you sound like a horse to me”
I never saw her again after that night, strange isn’t it.:shock:
No, at least you weren’t nagged, for eternity.
talkin of singing as we were whether to fish or who or whatever I was having a very nostalgic evening recently on youtube listening to the life story and singing of a one Deanno Martin and what a sad finish as he sat alone each night in his local cafe eating the same dish and drinking his wine. but in his happier days he often attended the Johnny Carson show and often with Bob Hope and others. It was always an impromptu affair with humor bouncing from one to the other - here is one such ditty from Deano
I finally found the perfect girl
Couldn’t ask for more
She’s deaf and dumb
And oversexed and owns a liquor store
merely omitted heh - I once knew a mermaid called merely omitted - she merely omitted to point out she only had a tail and that was it - I could have been sliding up and down that for hours.
anyways RJ either you omit or don’t omit where does the merely come in??
I suppose we could introduce a business of ‘merely’ products
Merely Sauce - a sauce to use when you don’t want to get too hot and saucy
merely pizzas - just a light crust without the olives and salami slices
merely teabags - recycled teabags from hants with just a hint of flavor!
It’s about time “Geezers” started singing from the same Hymn Sheet, consider the great Farther Abraham mantra.
Yes, sing along. La la…
And now, the second part.
And now all together. La la…