Or’ just to think you are.
There is a book in all folks, one day a paragraph will suffice.
That’s one of the bonus’s of being nuts spitty, you don’t have to worry anymore, the authorities do all that for you.
well I’m glad we’ve split the atom yet again - well at least on this site anyways - this is our long w/end in OZ - well to be accurate every w/end is a long one - a yawn in the sun and a stretch on the beach and a long wait in the skin cancer clinic!
but of course on Monday the big controversy begins - shall we celebrate to coming of the first fleet and pretend this was the first Australia day or commemorate as the first day of invasion and a time to reflect and morn??
there is no easy answer like donald trump musing over Palestine and should he withdraw aid cos they have insulted the vice president of the USA and why should’t Jerusalem be the capital of Israel??
there is always an upside and a downside - I will be taking the course of the Buddha - straight down the middle. the w/end here looks promising heavy cloud cover with predicted thunderstorms - perfect weather for pipe smoking [that is not peace pipe necessarily] and bourbon supping - yippee oh and of course listening to world and national news on my little trannie!! hic - sorry egg and bacon backfire!
Well,here I am,home,finally,having spent nearly all night trying to sort out other people’s bloody silly arguments. It GENUINELY amazes me,even having worked in prisons with really disturbed-and often misfiring-minds,just how far people you think are just people,will go to,to cause trouble. In this particular case,I was phoned and almost begged to get my [rather pert] arse over to a nearby village pdq. The reason? We e e ll…it seems that despite knowing the dangers of doing so,some people just cannot resist having affairs. WHAT exactly,the overwhelming force of lust has,that the absolute knowledge of knowing such stupidity CANNOT go unnoticed by those close to either party has,that supercedes and even overrides common sense really does baffle even a chap well-versed in the art of forensic psychology. One person is engaged to another,whilst chasing a third in a distant town,as yet another is getting rid of an errant husband,citing his sexual exploits with minors [absolute rubbish-but VERY good for citing a divorce] as the reason…even as she has an affair with the engaged chap who’s ALREADY having his fun with an unmarried mother in the town some miles away! [far enough away that he thought his fiance’ would never discover the truth] BUT-despite totally blowing her fuses on discovering this truth…from the one who’s trying to offload her husband [ohhh,yes,it gets better!] the wronged fiance’ is ALSO having an affair!
But MEANWHILE,the party getting rid of her husband is chasing after the chap having the affair in town! Oh,ffs-and they drag MY sorry arse in to try to sort out the anger,bitterness,tensions and unfriendliness that has resulted!!! So - yours truly [c’est moi] has sat’em all down together,told the lot of ‘em that the first one to move will wake up in hospital [nerve holds,NOT breaking bones…I’m no longer a Royal Marine] and got stuck in.
It turns out the divorcee is passing on messages she gets from the fiance’ regarding her little affair,to the chaser of the lady in town…who’s thrown a shitty fit,flounced-and thrown fiance’ out…except,she’s staying,as his lodger-which is awkward all round as he wants the money her lodging with him brings in,but ‘divorcee’ wants to get round of a night for sweaty funtimes with him…but without her husband finding out! Meanwhile,lady in town is getting annoyed and sending texts to all-and-sundry,asking wtf’s going on,as she isn’t being bonked as often as she likes to be. Which has stirred the shit nicely. …so please don’t ask why I finally,after over four hours of trying to sort this lark out,I said “You lot must be effing joking!” [only I didn’t say ‘effing’] and drove home. Blimey. I’m qualified as a forensic & motivational psychologist,not as a ‘Dynasty’ scriptwriter! So NOW you see why I’m happy as a pig in shi…er…straw,to live quietly with my books,guitars,harmonicas and pooches,on my peaceful little island! WHY people feel the need to have affairs will be a subject for discussion LONG after all of us are mere memories…is it SO bloody difficult to say “This no longer works. Goodbye” before leaping into bed with what amounts to a merely physical attraction-and DON’T try telling me it’s her/his mind that attracts-that’s bullshit I’ve heard a thousand times and it doesn’t have even the slightest ring of sincerity to it.
Right…time to make some espresso,methinks.
The rest of you are all either snoring,farting,or both…sweet dreams,poppets.
ya not that bright - getting yaself involved in it in the first place - there I know we were all thinkin that so I’ll be the first to say it - so pushing me to the front Jem!!
just finished watching an episode of Heartbeat - purely for medicinal purposes! - guess what the first piece of advice always is from the cops asked to get involved in a family dispute - always a mindfield don’t get involved unless someone has made a formal complaint. they teach ya that in forensic psychology 101!
What’s the name of that village Pug? Sodom and Gomorrah?
Sounds like an episode of that horrible show the missus watches in the morning time, the Jeremy Kyle show, I know the name of it because you can’t forget it, the fella says it about a hundred times during it, he really loves himself and his name that chap.
I think it’s sad that folks can belittle themselves in public like that, if they have no respect for themselves they should as least think of the shame they bring to their families. I find it hard to understand what all the fuss is about on these shows, there’s never a decent looking bird amongst the whole lot of them, certainly none worth risking a marriage for, as for their screeching voices as they wobble across the stage shaking their fists at the equally ugly blokes, it’s pathetic, but that’s what some folks want it seems.
The things some men/women do for a bit on the side never ceases to amaze me, gluttons for punishment if you ask me.
yes Jem it’s all very well offering ya platitudes but wot’s the point of offering to get involved in the first place??
Maybe Pug is known around his neck of the woods as the head fixer upper, he might have a calming effect on folks with louvre troubles, either that or he has a very big truncheon and uses it to batter some sense into them.
Louvre, yes, the Blind leading the Blind, with a bit of Bling.
It’s a strange thing with some men, including meself, they seem to have trouble saying the word ‘Love’ when it has romantic attachments, no problem saying I love horses or beer, but having to say ‘I love you’ sort of sticks to the tongue and won’t come out.
I remember an episode of the Simpsons when Madge forces Homer to tell her he loved her in front of his mates in the bar, God I really sympathised with him, it was a nearly the death of him.
THANK YOU,gumbud - the respectful ‘well you tried,Pug. You’re a good friend’ which you tried SO hard to disguise in your words,is MUCH appreciated,ol’ buddy.
I take it YOU would’ve let the scenario descend and,mayhap,develop into physical violence,rather than intervene and,if not solve the problems,at least placate those involved to the degree of name-calling,rather than running to the kitchen for a fkn great knive,or producing weapons such as pepper-sprays and using them-hmm?
DON’T take the piss until you can equal the qualifications AND can match the experience,of those you deride. Gottit?
DECENT of you,mate. Well done.
Absolutely. It started when a certain young Miss took to holding my hand when she were twelve, and about five years later I started to feel this sort of rubbing sensation on the top of my head. Eventually after several decades I realised it was her thumb print.
In other words I know my place, it just took me a while to work it out. 
I’ve never suffered that problem, not even when surrounded by other mens. I did work with a guy once who would sometimes get 'phoned by his fiancé. His end of the end of the conversation would be, Yes I do … of course I do … you know I do … I can’t say it … yes I do … no I can’t say it … yes I do, really … no, I can’t say it …
FFS. With me it would be, I love you, and the guys nearby would shout out, we love you too Missus Fruitcake.
As for the mediation bit, I’ve had to do that with different parts of the family, but there was never a risk of it degenerating into violence.
I don’t know what I would have done in that situation.
I choose NOT to mix or associate with those sorts - sounds like your in sods heaven? AND ever since you got up off all fours you’ve been fighting your way through life - a sort of male version of Florence Nightingale perhaps?
I have an associate like that “oh sorry darling but must dash Thomas and Maude are having some marital issues and I said I’d pop over and talk it through with them”
“Oh are you a fully qualified family therapist then”
“no but I’ve been doing it a long time”
Join the do gooders club!
if they want to maim each other let them; if they want to kill each other let them ; if they want to kiss and make up let them just get on with ya own life before that falls apart!
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
An’ ev’n devotion
exactly couldn’t have put it better myself even in old english - is this called soothing the brows of the dying??
i like to follow the advice of an old mate of mine
“The Inner Light”
Without going out of my door
I can know all things on Earth
Without looking out of my window
I could know the ways of Heaven
The farther one travels
The less one knows
The less one really knows
Arrive without travelling
See all without looking
Do all without doing
GH 1968
One can but assimilate your ‘old mate’ is an avid fan of ‘University Challenge’,gummy? Sitting in a comfy armchair,freshly brewed mug of tea to hand,doughnuts in the chairside table,fire warming his toes as he mentally devours knowledge…
…yes,one can but agree with his outlook,bro-your old mate has it nailed.
unfortunately he died of cancer 16 yrs ago leaving a lovely wife and son!
Hello Possums
I made it to your humble abode at last.
I have to backtrack I am afraid.
First Pug (My affectionate term for him Pugsy Bear)
Trying to play mediator in affairs, of the no, not the heart, the body really is no easy task.
I have to remind you of another branch of psychology, that concurs that it is indeed the women that do the choosing. Men can only hope that they are the chosen one.
Now I am not saying that some females are indeed never satisfied with what they have, or are indeed easily led astray.
I remember my Grandmother telling me in her day, being the youngest of seven sisters, that it was not acceptable to marry until the all the other siblings had walked up the aisle. In those bygone days, she was the chosen one to deliver secret love notes, written by her sisters to their intended beau.
These days we have sexting for goodness sake! There is even a whole set of Emojis made for this purpose, I came across them when searching for smilies.
It is a different world we live in these days, words I have never heard of!
I overheard my son’s friend saying to him that he liked his Mum, adding that I was a MILF!!! I had to google this term to find out it’s meaning, and I was shocked!
Yes indeed it is a different world, I have only by chance glanced at the Jeremy Kyle show, I call him Dr Doolittle as he talks to the animals.
That is all from me for now.
I will come back soon.