Begorrah, what should one make of that?
I’m tempted to venture into the travel scribble, and recount my days spent in Pontypandy.
Goodness, what a lot to read!
I was not up to reading the wonderful writings of young Robert yesterday, but I am now updated. I never knew my paternal Grandfather, he died before I was born. My Maternal Grandfather died when I was 6 years old, and all I can remember was that he was very ill. So I treasure your stories Young Robert, for I have none.
Hello to the rest of you rascals.
Has Gumbud done a bunk with Pug I wonder.
…DAMN!..
I told gumbud to keep it [us] a SECRET,otherwise y’d ALL be wanting some!
Actually,I’ve been doing those things I do when none of you are looking.
…mainly,for reasons I really cannot fathom,playing riffs on my fretless bass guitar. I genuinely don’t know what gave me the urge,but I felt I had to plug it in and let rip with some bass riffs and bridges,but it HAD to be on my fretless [bit more ‘jazzy’,y’see],as I can skip & skim along the neck without getting that annoying ‘buzz’ sound,as I use only smooth strings on my fretless bass. THERE…bored the frilly panties off the lot of you. I’d like to say my absence was due to me climbing Everest again…but,that becomes boring after the first half-dozen times. So I made Cappuccino instead and drank it as I wrote ‘riff-notes’ on an old A4 pad I found in my desk. Next stop-my trusty Hofner…
Shall I call you Plug?
Glad you have been having some fun - therapeutic as well.
Apropos of nowt…do any of you know what an Apple iPad 2 is,perchance?
I found one,under several choirs of paper,in the bottom of a drawer in my ancient [16th century] desk. I had NO idea what it was/is-it’s in a very close-fitting red leather wallet/case. I was REALLY surprised to find it,as I haven’t rummaged through my drawers [Ohhh,MATRON!] for years-literally,YEARS. So whilst I was playing my bass,I charged it-it takes REALLY silly photos on a thing called ‘booth’…you can do all SORTS of things with the pictures you take! …er…anyway…sorry-DO carry on-and say hello to Sweetikins pour moi. Merci. [now,where was I…]
http://i66.tinypic.com/rkub1l.jpg
SEE?!?!?!?
Not that one’s childish or nuffink-but this thing’s BRILLIANT!
[oh-hello,Sweet and Feminine Lady of the X-chromosome variety. XXX]
Oh WOW they are BIG!!!
Clever you.
Nice to have you back.
What about some Ham Stew?
Ok, here’s some, it ain’t fretless but, that makes it harder.
“Some concentrate while others spread themselves thin” This was the answer given to me by an old retired watchmaker, I had asked him why he became a watchmaker in the first place, this chap could make his own cogs and springs by hand when he had to and used to oversee all the government and public clocks in the city, he really knew all there was to know about clockwork, whereas meself who’s been a goldsmith all me life knows absolutely nothing about watches and clocks, nor do I want to, cogs, spindles, and springs are not my cup of tea. what he meant was, to be great at something you had to give it your all.
’Spread yourself thin’, that was ringing in my mind when I got home to my dear wife, she was spreading the butter on a plate of freshly baked scones (that’s sko-ens, and not scons in my neck of the woods), she was lavishing it on a bit thick and I says to her, “You’d want to watch your weight love, don’t slap on too much butter” Now before I’m accused of being nasty to her let me point out that herself and the daughter always ask me to remind them to watch their weight if they eat too much or look too fat, anyway she said to mind my own business and she’d eat what she likes when she likes, fair enough but why involve me in the whole thing, It matters not to me if she’s the width of ten as long as she has her health. God you never can win the female sex can you.
Now there’s an idea for a new low fat butter, the slogan could be “Spread yourself thin”
Any sign of the Gummy fella?
Don’t forget that this only works if you reverse the polarity of the neutron flow.
You could buy her some of that new to the market baking product called, I can’t believe it’s not lard. 
Fruity, don’t you start with yer IQs an all that.
Indeed Fruity, there were no obesity problems back in the old bread and dripping days, only the rich kid in the neighbourhood was fat then, and boy did he get a slagging God help him.
I was just looking at the drone you bought Pug, I didn’t think you’d fall for that old trick, that model is one from the 1950’s, they were used to scare the birds off airport runways and it needs a runway to take off, no vertical take offs back then, that’s why they had wheels on them, incidentally it’s powered by Esso blue paraffin oil, very hard to get nowadays, also the tank cap is missing, note the hole in the centre.
Where is Gumbud?
Has he run off with Ms Wiggle Bottem?
He maybe here Sweetie, but, just misplaced his name badge.
Maybe he is on a promise:mrgreen:
Well, he is the master of suspenders.
Likely lingering in the lingerie line, louchely licking liniment, no doubt.