Oh,btw-JEM…yes,mate - I lifted one lid ready to put the hose down the pit-and as I did,a ferkin’ great rat the size of a badger bolted out,ran straight across my booted foot and disappeared into the bloke’s shed-all at the speed of lightning. My WORD,the lady of that house certainly can be shrill!
Sorry, I got as far as the Dove hair advert, and refused to answer the question.
ohh come on now wee puggy it’s a lovely haircut - what it say is "“this is the North Korea” we dress different wear our hair different and probably even pee different!! wot say you RJ??
love his hair style by the way cheeky little punk! - i would seriously love to go to meet him with the correct interpretors
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R.E.M.
Life is bigger
It’s bigger
And you, you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough[CENTER][/CENTER]
Oh,that’s a bit of genius therein,Robocop Jr.
When REM wrote that, they couldn’t have had any notion of how salient those words would be twenty years later…or how relevant.
Still,I’m sat here, finished for the day [early start] with a fresh espresso on the desk,my old 12-string across my lap, gazing out at the coastline as the rippling waves caress the beach…and do I envy those overpaid, self-important planks all clamouring for attention in Brussels/Washington/Beijing/Moscow,et al? Nah-coz I got new workbooks AND a hi-viz with my name on the back…coz I am IMPOTENT.
[I know that’s correct, coz Missus Pug tole me so!]
Great to see you all in good creative form lads, must be something to do with the water over there.;-)
Ah the old turning of the cheeks Spitty, either be you a man of the cloth or a layman like meself, the way I see it is cheek turning is essential for the efficient flowing of the blood supply, ask any Japanese person, when they exercise each morning before work they will always end the session by vigoriously wallopping their backsides with their hands, a bit like morris dancers, there’s nothing as effencient as a well slapped arse, and if you have to sit on it all day like meself you will appriciate that, besides you will never hear me or a Japenese person complain of the unmentionables, yes indeed there’s a lot to be said in favour of trim well turned cheeks, sure there’s nothing as off putting as a wrinkley bum.
Yebbut-the big difference is,Jem…
…they Japanese bum-slappers ain’t secretly wearing their wife’s frilly thongs,y’see - whereas,certain [no names,no pack-drill,wink,wink] persons who work at benches a smidgeon further West than Kyoto,well-look,all I’m saying is,if it floats your boat,then good onyer.[but don’t let herself find out!]
That reminds me of an old mate of mine Pug, and on the same subject too.
The time Maggie Thatcher came to Dublin Castle for talks with Charley Haughey. All the businesses were closed and as our workshop was beside the castle we were given the day off. We all retired to McGills pub and waited for the entourage to come up Dame Street.
Old jewellery polisher Dinny Byrne was an out and out socialist and when the car with Maggie in it stopped at the turn into the castle Dinny just couldn’t resist the opportunity that presented itself. He stood up on the window seat in the pub, lowered his trousers and flashed his polishers arse at her, her face was something to behold, quick as a light two burley coppers were into the pub and pulled out poor Dinny by the scruff of the neck and into the black maria, it was a week before we saw him again.
That was back in 1980 and Dinny would have been about 68, he suffered from what’s known in the trade as ‘Buffers Bum’, a common complaint of polishers, they get it from sitting on the high wooden stools all day long, they don’t have to get off them because the work is taken to them to polish, actually when they get a tea break they stand up drinking it. Buffers bum is a terrible sight and I mentioned the above event because it was the first and last time I ever saw a buffers bum. an horrible sight indeed, it seems the two cheeks of the bum are deprived of blood flow for so long that they flatten out like pancakes and turn a permanent grey and yellowish colour, I never want to see the sight again.:shock:
So you see how important it is to circulate and shake your ass baby.
ah if you geisha too I’ll geisha too ! - spent a few of my younger very younger years in tokyo and somehow managed to hook up with a geisha girl. Problem was her long hrs - so I would hit the bars until the wee hrs of the morn and kiss and cuddle in her place until a few more wee hrs but would easily fall asleep and would wake looking like a geisha man if one ever existed. trouble was she would tell me how to get the mask off. you can imagine me walkin through the back alleys of tokyo and explaining to my land lady where I’d been?
There must a a law of thermodynamics or nuclearfission to explain this - as I sat typing this I gently nudged my mobile off the table it hit the sliding floor and I found the batteries beneath the bed among some cockroaches at the head of the bed and the back cover equally among some cockroaches at the foot of the bed and the bed is over 6ft long - how does this work??
Pug I think this is your dept yea?
Nowt t’do with t/dynamics or n/fission,gumbud…
Euclidean mathematical vectors are in 5 planes…but this is altered when irregular weighting of the object is a variance. In this instance,the vector of the battery/batteries would be more directionally stable,due to the even distribution of ‘planed’ weight…so the only inconsistency to take into account would be the angle of the phone on impact. Obviously,this will not only impart vectoral impetus,but will to a great degree dictate that vectoral assignacy to ‘lift’ factors. These will be much less intrusive to the battery/ies,as they have equable solidity,which is subject to identical gravitational attraction in all sectors of it’s solidity,plus is gravitationally aligned toward the greatest point of attraction,or ‘pull’. Having made impetic contact with the floor,the battery/ies will slide or roll in a direction directly aligned to the angle of fall,until all impetus has been deleted. However,the back panel is affected only slightly by ‘Euclidean Directive’ mathematics,as it’s flat,wide,has a very slight weight attrudance to one end [the other having camera-lens sighting holes in it],thus it can,and usually will,build up a compression resistance of oxygen particles beneath it as it bounces,which will,in effect,allow it a second or so of ‘gliding’…it isn’t really,but the effect seems the same to the human eye. Ergo,your battery/ies fall in the same spot as your rear panel,but the physical attributes of the two mentioned items will dictate a difference in their response to the vectoral,gravitational and resistance build-up,of sub-molecular particles beneath them as they descend-and although the battery/ies will be compelled to follow the vector least angular to the position at moment of impact,this does not apply to the lighter,flatter,panel,which is more easily rebuffed/lifted by sub-molecular compression of air beneath it at impact,thus it can appear to ‘glide’ in a totally different direction to the more ‘directional’ battery/ies. Shit - I tried to keep this really simplistic…I really did…so,I do apologise!
You did a good job, a simpleton understood it, he just told me.
just for pug, verse the third
rem
Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this, the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
[CENTER][/CENTER]
The problem seems to be dreams, versus awakeness, fantasy is for young folks.
and some more.
Everybody Hurts
R.E.M.
When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you’re sure you’ve had enough
Of this life
Well hang on
Don’t let yourself go
'Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on)
(Hold on) if you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you’ve had too much
Of this life
Well, hang on
'Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don’t throw your hand
Oh, no
Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone
No, no, no, you’re not alone
deep eh?
Yep, but that is too direct.
Well Spitty, I was not expecting that
hos this for being less direct
They’re Coming To Take Me Away
Napoleon XIV 1966
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I’d go beserk
Well you left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I’ve gone
Completely out of my mind
And they’re coming to take me away ha-haaa
They’re coming to take me away ho-ho hee-hee ha-haaa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they’re coming to take me away ha-haaa
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well thank you for that Pug and yes I could feel your effort in every sentence trying to keep it simple - has your missus given up asking you how things work these days?? OR was that just after your honeymoon? - and how do they get honey on the moon?
ezcue ME but is this a private discussion or can anyone join in??
Sorry, that is no good either.