I’m sorry Spitty, I don’t get it…
Do you ever stare into the ripples of a gently meandering river, and imagine you see something? I was once in mid wales, sat on the river bank, staring at the water, the distinct feeling I got was something was staring back, being unsure, I called the farmer over to confirm what I thought I saw, he said reassuringly, your not the first to think you saw this phenomenon, but there is definitely no Eye in Teme.
MERELY?
Gumbud… fellow HOG **
I very much enjoyed your response, made me chuckle, but simply, purely, hardly solely . (thanks Roget)
Your fine deservesw a much more inventive piece of prose from me , but it’s too early in the day.
More later Gumbuddy.
NB** Folks from Hampshire are known traditionally as HOGS, Wiltshire bumpkins are Moonrakers, speculatively something to do with the famous CROP CIRCLES found there
Reg Presley, late of the TROGGS (Wild Thing) spent most of his life & cash trying to prove their authenticity, that they were messages from outer space.
From my early galactic experiences I can assure any readers that most other worldly beings gave up any hope of intelligent life existinjg on Earth Aeons ago.
Of course thats MERELY their opinion.
That’s what happens, when you try to convince folks in a neighbouring county about the existence of something in your county, it’s known as Trogging a dead Hog.
I gerrit now, I was merely being mischievious, soz Spitto.
The eye reminds me of the time my uncle Vivian accidently swallowed his glass eye. It became stuck in his rear rather than passing through gently.
The doctor had him bend over the table to examine his rear and was taken aback to be confronted with the glass eye firmly stuck in the exposed anus, staring back at him
“Come come Mr Vivian, I am a doctor, you can trust me”
I have a tale to tell about this well known known phrase or saying, regretfully too rude to mention on here…
nice one Spitty, made me laugh.
I’m merely saying that I rarely make comments about TV ads, I can barely tolerate them, especially the fairly long ones early in the day, so this is merely a short observation on how breakfast habits have changed over the years, I do believe we can now get breakfast in a bottle and drink it on the way to work, but that’s nothing new to me, I was doing that years ago from a silver hip flask.;-)
Just looked at that ad for the Alpine breakfast, the burly young chap with muscles to spare (Alpine Joe I think he’s called) walks into the cafe and says “I’ll have the full Alpine please, nuts, almonds, berries, raisins, the lot”
Is this the new image of the health food freak getting tough all of a sudden. No more the days of the full breakfast with lashings of rashers, black and white pudding, sausages, fried bread, eggs, mushrooms, and in comes “The full Alpine” tough as the the nuts that are in the stuff. I don’t think I’m able to take much more of all this change, I’m only getting over the Cornflake revolution, for me Porridge is your only man every time.
I can just imagine getting up some morning, flexing me sinews and calling into the wife in the kitchen “Phyllis, I’ll be having the full Alpine this morning, and heavy on the raisins” Back will come the answer “Feck off I’m busy, you can go yodel for it, I’m no Swiss maid”
are we talkin at crossed purpose here or are our purposes getting crossed the last time I saw a cross purpose was in the Bay of Bengal where it seemed to be totally lost and had no purpose left in it - I gentle get in back on course and it then very purposely swam away as purposes usually do
I just wanted to put a plug in for purposes - they are wonderful creatures and once they have a purpose again swim off quite merrily!
a likely story.
I believe a group of purpose’s are called “A reason of purpose” Have you tried reasoning with them Gummy? On second thoughts maybe it’s best to leave them alone, after all if you can’t smile at a crocodile how can one possibly reason with a purpose. Enough Jem you foolish old man.
Now for something sensible. How many apples in a barrel of grapes? The answer is Train, and if you have to ask me where does the train come in your a worse fool than me.
The thing with that poncey ‘Full Alpine’ advert,Jem,is that what you DON’T get shown on screen is the quart of full-fat milk,the 26 sugars he puts in his [porcelain,naturally] mug of tea,or the fekkin great slice of cake he has in his lunch-box. [as in old WWII gasmask-holder that today doubles as his munchies bag and now holds a fekkin great slice of cake and a flask of extremely sugary tea]…NOT ‘lunchbox’ as in “Ooh,look how many budgies I’m smuggling”! GOTTIT!?!
I have lost track completely of this series of posts, I hope to rejoin you guy’s world in due course
Gummy, if ever I visited you, I would spend all my time, under the shade of the coolibah tree.
Take your time RJ, topics don’t close here, come to think of it they don’t open either…:-)
Speaking of lunch boxes Pug, Perry Como was so laid back and relaxed when he sang that it’s said he tucked a live hedgehog into his underpants before he went on stage to keep him awake during long concerts, that explains the big bulge in his pants, unlike Tom Jones he was not delighted to see the ladies at all.
Divert her with a Swiss Roll, you can have your cake and eat it.
See, we need to club together, but, should we Sh1t, in someone else’s pot?
well talking of train of thoughts I caught a train recently - yes there it was hanging from my fishing rod - one of those plastic ones that kids play with - but I digress and ronny corbet used to say - bless his cotton socks!
so I caught this train to nowhere and i noticed it went under a subway of unconsciousness - funny I thought - funny but stick with it.
they had warned me that my train of thought COULD sometimes be derailed, frequently hijacked, and has been known to reverse course - well my my I thought what an exciting journey - and then an announcement came over the tannoy for a moment I thought I was in Hotel California
"this train of thought has no beginning or an end, and it is unknown whether there are any passengers on board.
" how strange I thought sticking with me train of thought of course!"
and then I thought dang it if I ever lose this train of thought I am really in the billabong soup if ya get me meaning
Yes,this place does get a tad difficult to follow,from time to time,gumbud.
In,fact,just today,I was thinking aloud-and what I was thinking aloud,was
“llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch”.
Of course,that’s easy for me t’say…
well never mind the welsh were always a bit illiterate were they not yakky dah - couldn’t seperatetheirwordsyuseenowbecauseofhowtheyspoketoofastly
I feel so much better now I know even our resident polymath is confused.
My uncle Vivian’s brother Bob (he of Bob’s yer uncle),also my father’s brother too.
There was a third brother Ted to his family and Joe to his colleagues in the MET.
Actually 2 more brothers who sadly died in infancy.
now where was I?
I blame it on that Confuseus chap, had he kept his gob shut no one would be confused, all these philosopher fellows would have been better off just doing a decent days work instead of sprouting shit everywhere they went.:-)
One of my favourite songs of the 60’s Spitty was Del Shannon singing Swiss Maid, loved the yodelling bit. I always wanted to learn how to yodel, I even bought that Australian fellas record “She taught me to Yodel” what was his name now, Frank Earmeadow? I could never manage to get my tongue in the right position for the notes to come out right, my mother was terrified at the faces I would have to make trying to achieve perfection in this art, I remember one day she said to me “If someone comes up behind you when your making them faces and slaps you on the back you’ll stay like that” That put an end to that for me.
I did dabble in opera singing for a while, but no luck there either, did you ever watch operatic singers on TV?, you have to be able to make your mouth square like a Rubik cube for this stuff, I just couldn’t manage it, crap and all that their singing is they sure have to work hard for their few bob.