I have been trying to popularize the word STREWN.
S.T.R.E.W.N
Say it out loud,. its better than shouting in a 1st class carriage as you go into a tunnel.
Better than
having the last ROLO
I didn’t think anything could be better than the last Rolo RJ.
STREWN as in a strippers garments scattered on the deck?
Music Maestro please!
‘Here’s a happy tune, where you can swoon, beneath the moon
They call it the strewn song
Have no fears, you’ll shed no tears, drink up your beers
They call it the strewn song
Take off your hat, fling it on the mat, avoid the cat
They call it the strewn song
Stay were you are, remove your bra, slide round the bar
They call it the strewn song
Next your pants, while you dance, a sexy glance
they call it the strewn song’
And on until all is strewn on the floor.
You may have accidently stumpled on the secret of the century there RJ, it is written that when the saviour returns he will be able to preach to every corner of the world all at once, therefore I foresee him having a twitter account under the username S.T.R.E.W.N. Watch out for it round about the year 2020.
Saviour To Return Eliminating Wretched Nasties.;-)
Blimey RJ, Strewn, that’s a bit Seedy, Strewth.
he does come out with such piffle sometimes - balderdash I say! may his strewns shrink in the night and give his reproductives a nasty twinge!
THIS,is a genuine product I found on the shelves of a well-known grocery retailer,who’s name rhymes with ‘Pesco’…
yes but ya can see the bird beneath -weren’t tryin to hide it were ya?
Pug I think a soup with the word Cock in the name simply means there’s chicken in it, like that Scottish soup Cock-A-Leekie which contains chicken and leeks, there’s also a fair bit of dripping, but not as much as to have to call a plumber.
I heard a song on the radio while working today, it was Boy George singing that chameleon song, then a thought struck me, what kind of an old git would professionally call himself ‘Boy’ at 56 years of age? Think it’s time to drop the boy and revert to your old name again George Alan O’Dowd, won’t be long now boy till your hobbling along for the bus with your free pass.
Then you have the ‘Beach Boys’ or what’s left of them, they are even older than me, and the ‘Spice Girls’ are pushing on too, wouldn’t surprise me if one of them was a spice granny by now.
Boys will be boys I know but not forever, no foresight when choosing stage names that’s what it is.
Remember that band of old lads called ‘The Decomposers’, they had one hit and that was it…then they went their own ways and duly decomposed as they always had supposed they would.
well you can have boy george back anytime he is messing about on oz tv
back to strewn
There was a young lady from strewn
Who constantly gazed out at the moon
She gazed at it so much she got spasms in crutch
And they diagnosed here as “strewn with the strewn”
I did tell you Pugs that when these dirty thoughts came back again take a little more barium with ya cocoa?
To Air is Human, if you ain’t got a Tumble Dryer.
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well you can have boy george back anytime he is messing about on oz tv.
We certainly don’t want him back here Gummy, you are welcome to keep and cherish him forever in sunny Australia where all the has been old crocks of the entertainment world go to make a few shiiings in their later years, look what happened to poor old Tony Hancock, he was so depressed in the place that he topped himself in a lonely room in Sydney, rest his soul.;-)
there are the boys and there are the men in OZ - if ya can’t handle it get back home to mummy land where old queenie will look after you!
australia is a land where men are men and the sheep had better beware!
It seems there is a campaign afoot, to get this haven De-niched.
ROBERT GOES SHOPPING
These out of town shopping malls are just too big but life compensates and in places like Marks & Spencer reside the most wonderful food halls. I am avoiding Waitrose after a run in with the portly assistant on the delicatessen. I merely asked for thick slices of ham and she mistakenly thought I had a lisp & cut me off six thin slices of ham. I am a reasonable soul, but good ham is expensive. I handed them back to her and repeated thick slices of ham, three of . Bless her, she couldn’t get it. I took whatever she handed me.
SIX THICK slices of ham. £9.50. (it was very nice)
I digress, the strangest thing happened to me on a recent visit to M & S super food hall on junction 7 of the M27. I went in looking for their “Dine for 2 for £10” offer now showing on tv. I had a devil of a job to find it and in my confusion walked backwards into an elderly man shopping with his elderly wife. As we untangled ourselves I noted that his basket was empty.
Then I looked at my basket, somehow his lingerie was hanging onto my basket I hobbled after them as fast as I could but they were too fast for me. I grabbed an assistant and said“Quick, follow that man, I have his lingerie”
Then I went & had a coffee, black
Gumbud is flirting with the dear ladies in the poetry room. No good will come of it. If he manages to play pied piper of Humbling successfully we will all have to clean up our act.
I never wish for the downfall of a geezer, but a reappraisal seems to be in order.
Yes he’s flirting around like the rambling minstrel of yore, serenading the fair maidens with songs and poetry, you are right RJ, no good will come of it, especially if Mrs Gumbud catches him at it, I can foresee skin and hair flying.
Never been one to “Nip” in and out, but, the gang is all consuming.
This may seem irrelevant in this time of navel gazing, but “foreskin flying” Jem? bit graphic ennit?
Can I join in?
It will take me some time to get the gist.