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Well thanks anyway for telling me all that brewing stuff Gummy, I shall store that infermentation for use when all me brass is spent. 
No sign of it running out yet, though I’m doing me best not to leave it behind.
God bless this government, they are very kind, every Friday they ask me to go to my local post office where they will be giving out free money, all they ask is my autograph on a small electric screen and then the lovely girl smiles at me, asks me how I’m feeling today, and hands me lots of brand new notes, the same with the wife who’s day is Thursday.
I mean where would you get it, and we don’t have do a hands turn, except signing your name of course. Yes you can’t beat the old country for looking after it’s old folks, I’ll give them that if nothing else.
Seriously, the contributory old age pension is a very good thing, I hope it will still be in place when my grandkids reach retiring age.
I remember a Train Driver who all his life aspired to retirement, on the State Pension, one day I asked him why this was the case, he said Spitty, me old mucker, who would not want to be paid, for doing “Chuff” all.
sometimes spittie I think there he goes again the light of our lives then I yarns and the wife says gummy I don’t know who ya talkin to but put out the light!!
You just tell her Gummy, there is much to know, but, no need to know it.
better not spittie she keeps on commenting are you going to talk to your imaginary friend spittie again - I say he’s not imaginary he’s real - she says well prove it then!! - please step out of the shadows spittie just for 2 mins so she can see you!
you may be interested in this story as Jem often says but if ya not who gives a feck - so here we go - there was i the other day watching one of my favorite tracks of heartbeat - on my 8th run of the series now. when low and behold at a sad part which was bringin a few tears to me eyes I hears Joe Cocker singin Let it Be - and very beautifully too - much better than Sir Paul in my opinion [another paul eh but I digress]
so I mentioned it to the lad on the phone and dates came into the conversation [we are both aficiandos of the singers and song and era - I’ve taught him everything he knows but he does like to think sometimes he knows more than I!!]
any old ow - I gave him the url and said it was 1969 rendering - he comes back a day or two later can’'t be Da ya wrong the Beatles didn’t release it until 1970. Ok says I - I’ll double check for ya - I did of course and he was wrong of course and then he says - bloody hell the beatles must have given Joe that song to release himself before they did - well it was then I howled with laughter but then had another thought - I could just hear John of the Lennon saying to Paul - Paul there are kid are la we don’t want none of that religious stuff on our LP’s about mother mary and all that twaddle!
there got that off me chest now -over to you lads!
Pardon?
Songs are scary, and folks should note the lyrics, in 1969, I listened to the Hollies, when they told me, the road is long, from which there is no return, sensibly, I’ve made a point of living in a Cul De Sac ever since.
Yes the hollies can lead you astray Spitty.
I was so infatuated with that girl in the song that I nicked a Bus Stop and stuck it outside my house, but the girl never showed up.;-)
Well like I always said Gummy, I’m not very religious, having words like immaculate conception, sanctifying grace, and the virgins who woke up and trimmed their lamps, and the foolish virgins who didn’t, what the hell was that all about? it was all drummed into me at the tender age of seven or eight, I hadn’t the foggiest what they were talking about, then you begin to think the church are brainwashing you and keeping all the good bits for themselves on a need to know basis all the way up to the pope, didn’t Jesus say we’re all in this together, you never see a skinny bishop as me granny used to say, why do you think they wear the thick sashes around their overfed fat bellies?
Anyway I do love that song, it’s comforting, and wouldn’t it be nice if we really had a powerful mother watching over us, who really knows, maybe we have.
Fair play to the young lad, my young lad (he’s 48 now but still me young lad) is always trying to catch me out, but he’d want to get up early for that. My regards to him and your good lady.
Jem, I am more than willing to Hedge your Bets:lol:
Y’know,it’s come to my attention that the current fashion trend isn’t so much the item;nor yet,the style of that item-but having the ‘correct’ label is all-important. So I was somewhat taken aback this evening…indeed,my ardour was cooled with immediate effect…when,on sliding her panties down her smooth,glistening thighs,a large label came into my line of sight. That label contained one word … NEXT!
…bit off-putting,don’tcha think, chaps?
Yes Pug, donecha just ate bein told whatodo, Pants used ta ave infamation on tha label for Ladies like tha ones from C&A.
“Next” on her panties Pug? What was she doing, holding auditions? Did you get the part or did she say she’ll let you know.;-)
Just for the record, my missus buys her underwear at a shop called “The Gap”, no kiddin.:shock:
Actuelleh,old boy,I was called beck for an audition on camera.
Naturally,I performed with aplomb and expertise,as is my wont.
However,due to a small problem with their bank when transferring my fee, payment for my on-camera multi-orgasmic encounter with a Friesian cow [well,it was for her,natch] is slow coming through.
However-I did get a tenner for thinking up the title of the fillum.
I named it ‘Beef Encounter’.
Wise decision, you chose a Friesian, not a Hereford, best if on film, to have stuff “Down” in Black and White.
Good title Pug.
And while we’re all in a silly mood.
I once had to make a hasty exit from an young ladies bedroom as her father turned the hall door key to come in, the flat was five stories up so I opened the window, climbed the drainpipe and got onto the roof until he went back out again. Some fella in the street below, Peter Rogers was his name, had a camera and filmed me climbing up to the roof, he made a short film and called it “Carry on up the Drainpipe” that was the first carry on film ever made, the rest is history as they say.
Watched Hitchcocks film “Spellbound” last night, it was worth watching again, nice twist at the end too. Funny how one notices little things they overlooked before in films. Two psycho analysts, male and female staying in a boarding house, they are going to their separate bedrooms for the night and he says to her “Goodnight Dear, and happy dreams, we’ll analyse them over breakfast in the morning” Could you imagine being married to one of them? especially if you had any guilty secrets.
Talk about workaholics!
Our school never did any chemistry or biology stuff but I did have a go at analysing a frog in me dads shed when I was a lad. It was already dead when I found it, the brother and me used drawing pins to secure his arms and legs to the bench and opened it up with a used Mac’s Smile razor blade but we found nothing of any interest there, only guts and green gooey stuff, but mostly lots of guts, so we sellotaped his guts back in and buried him in the side garden beside the rose bush, we were always tidy lads.
One thing we learned from the experiment, it takes a lot of guts to be a frog.
I have extremely bad news, which will adversely affect all of us.
Indeed,the trauma instigated by the realisation of just how life-altering this revelation is,will adversely affect every single person here! If you feel you don’t have the cohones for such traumatic revelations, then look away now…
Lads…Wally’s been found!
I bet the stupid bustard couldn’t resist some digital activity, probably on some Forum, Somewhere.
who the feck is wally??