I’m too knackered to get excited about anything now Pug, I’ve just finished working.
All submitted ideas will be examined to see will they fit the tiny budget, I approached the National Lottery to finance it and they sent me a cheque for 5 euros so we have to stick within that budget, that means yez’ll all have to bring your own camera’s for starters.
We were talking old films in the pub one day and old Henry pointed out that in the wrestling scene in “Women in Love”, where Oliver Reed and Alan Bates wrestle naked, Reed did not want to do the scene, not because of modesty but because he had a ban the bomb tattoo on his backside, there was no such sign about when the story was written, anyway it was a very small tattoo so he didn’t mention it and the scene was filmed on a closed set, whatever that means, but this is all according to Henry. Henry said that you can view the scene on utube and if you zoom in very closely you will see the tiny tattoo.
That night I put utube on and got the scene, sure enough there was the tiny ban the bomb on Reeds left buttock, I was pleased I spotted it and lay back in the chair with the huge hairy male arse enlarged on the screen. Just then I got a tap on the shoulder from the wife “Changing your sexual preferences in your old age?, yeh dirty ole bugger” She wasn’t particularly bothered and thought it amusing, I was scarlet in the face as I tried to explain but you know women, all I got back was a stiff smile and the reply “A likely story”
Great stuff Pug, it beats my next suggestion into a cocked hat.
“Fart in a Space Suit” shucks mate.
Pug, you write some marvellous pieces,some deep stuff grafted in, cleverly disguised.
Jem, my late & dear mother was a lifelong friend of Ken Russell, the film director & who knew Oliver Reed well.
About 10 years back I was having afternoon tea with Mum & Ken . THe subject of Oliver came up & Ken had no illusions about Ollie’s limitations in acting, having about 3 “Stock” expressions.
" WHich face now KEn " he would enquire.
Ken asked me what my favourite OPera was & I replied CAV & PAG.
" I’ve directed those 3 times" said he.
My mother died in November 2011, Ken passed on the same day exactly.
Decision
Preference
Judgement
Selection
Sorry, I just felt like saying a Few Choice Words.
does myers/briggs mean anything to you spitty??
Here’s my selection of choice words for today, please don’t ask me how they came into my head, they just did.
Cream Buns.
Wet grass.
Yellow Kites.
Hard Wood.
Ken Russell was a pioneer in making controversi films, I’ve always been grateful to him for that, although the Irish censor hacked his films to bits before they were shown here.
How nice for your mother to have known him so well. Oliver Reed was a kind of adopted hero over here when he visited, a big hit on the national TV talk shows, everybody loved his wild antics, he eventually moved here for good and is buried in Cork, rest his wild soul.
Hmm…my own preference for films tends to be anything I can bugger off to make a brew and on arriving back at my throne,immediately pick up the plot/thread. Any fillum that requires constant attention or deep thought,is a ‘meh’,to me. I like entertainment,not thought-provoking intensity. Which is why,young Jem,I have to say,your country’s best-ever export is Dara O’Brien. Mock The Week is a staple solid pour moi. The diversity of humour,the variance in delivery,the genuine pleasure the participants have in the making of the show [which is seen even more vividly in the out-takes] makes it a real pleasure to watch. Plus Dara’s knowledge of science & physics,which he oft displays when making that other show,elevates his status from being merely a ‘tv celeb’ to ‘Intelligent educated fellow’.
However…having said all that,here are my own ‘words of the day’. Ready?
Poecilonym
Contrarotational
Indoctrinative
and we’ll finish with that old favourite;
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllantysilllliogogogoch
Right; now…there are 58 letters in the name…BUT [pay attention RJ] there are OFFICIALLY just 51-because ‘ch’,‘ll’ & ‘llll’ are digraphs,thus are treated as single letters. The ‘ch’ is a voicless uvular frictative,whereas the ‘ll’ [which includes the ‘llll’] is a voiceless lateral frictative…ergo,officially,51 letters. Y’see? Oh,btw-'voiceless lateral frictatives don’t occur in the English language,just in the Welsh/Gaelic. …[y’know-sometimes I even bore ME,with the useless stuff I somehow have picked up on my way along life’s wandering path…] And yes,I know the translation-but you’s are bored enough.
Not by association.
I just wondered Spitty…
My words for today
Defrocked
Schadenfreude
Pretentious
Aggravated
Serendipity
(Even I think an odd list)
Noted thanks PUG
Right as ever Jem
Spitty I like the word CHOICE , as an adjective rather than a noun.
Did you ever get the urge to tell your Maths Teacher to go 4th and Multiply?
Pug old chap you never cease to amaze with what you know, it’s a comfort to have someone like yourself willing to share your knowledge with such modesty, thank you my friend.
I was listening to an old comedy radio show featuring the famous “Goons”, old stuff but it still made me smile, then I began to think about comedians who could never make me laugh, here are a few of them.
Arthur Askey.
Frankie Howerd.
Brian Rix.
Cannon and Ball.
Maybe it’s just me but how these fellas managed to get paid for what they did is beyond me, chancers the lot of them, but thankfully we are all different and as Bob Monkhouse said “A sense of humour is a funny thing”
My Commerce Teacher said to me “Spitty, have you completed your Corporate Structure thesis yet”, I said “it’s none of your Business”.
I was warned several times that my granddad had a habit of stealing items from roadsides. I refused to believe it until one day I went to speak to him about it. I realised then,it was true-all the signs were there…
Ok-my words for the day:
Predilection
Perambulations
Parapsychology
Podginess
And finally-a comedian that I always found about as funny as chilblains,is Ken Dodd. Although Norman Vaughan was also as amusing as a Chinese Burn…to moi,anyway…
Signs of the times Pug.
Close the doors they’re coming through the windows!
I can handle most troubles and I always get by
But what gets on me wick is the household Fly
I sit at the bench working quietly away
Then a constant buzzing noise leads my mind astray
I try to pretend that theres nothing there
And carry on setting the stone with care
Much as I try I can’t concentrate any more
So I get up and open the workshop door
Hoping it will fly out into the fresh air
To give it a chance, it’s only fair
He’s asking for it now, cos he won’t take up the offer
Stupid little insect, now he’s really going to suffer
Out comes the can of concentrated death
Supposed to kill Flies in their very first breath
Down it drops to the left of the bench
Landing just behind a stainless steel wrench
Back to work and no pests around
But what’s that I hear, is it another buzzing sound?
Didn’t I just killed it, that pesky Fly
Seems like the buggers are immortal and never die.
Ah,Jem,my dear chap
what you don’t realise;
is that your huge discomfort
Is pure nectar,to flies.
They take it in turns
although there’s a whole bunch;
and while you swing at one
the others dump on your lunch!
And then with a chortle
they take to the air;
for they know that damned buzzing
will cause you to flare
And,as ineffectively
you swing rolled-up paper;
the flies are all laughing
as for them it’s a caper.
You may even score one
a loud final ‘SPLAT!’
as with grim satisfaction
you murmer “Take THAT!”
…but still the flies win
with a fast final lap;
coz they’re eating your lunch
…while you’re eating their crap…
[Aflred,Lord Tennyson-eat yer heart out,y’LOSER]
Plenty of blackbirds in the garden today, I fixed up the old Bird table with a new top, the old one was falling to bits.
We have plenty of Birds over here, I’m useless at identifying the different kinds, the coast is not far off but I’m not sure if we have any Puffins on any of the small offshore islands, Puffins are posh Birds I believe.
I have never seen an actual Puffing, but I remember reading about them in Enid Blyting books when I was a lad on holiday in Londing, I used to travel over every year from Dubling, actually that was about the same time Elizabeth Taylor got married to Richard Burting, she wore a long white dress and he a double breasted suit with two buttings on the jacket, the wedding breakfast included prime Scottish Mutting and domed butting mushrooms, Johnny Rotting played as a guest artist, no comming people were allowed near the hotel.
Is this Pidging Inglish, if so, you deal with the Birdshite.
That was a great Fly poem Pug, best I’ve heard and I’m being serious, deserves to be up there with the best of them, Tennyson was only a merchant banker anyway, never made me laugh, he took life too seriously poor soul.
That’s the way the posh ladies from Dublin 4 speak Spitty, their daughters and sons get “Morried” and they have the coal delivered in Sex, I’m just a peasant and get a kick outa slagging them off, that’s allowed.
A geezer knocked on my door this morning, when I answered he said, are you aware that one of your Ridge Tiles has moved, I can fix it for you, I said Ok, how much will that cost, he said £100.00, I said to him “I think you are having a Lath”.