It can be profitable, talking to animals, the question is, does it constitute Work?
You will get your own post from me Spitty.
Go and look at my painting in the Art section.
Good advice there Sweetie, yes the times have certainly changed.
I remember years ago there was a rumour going around that Clint Eastwood was Stan Laurel’s son, anyone remember that? Of course it was proved wrong.
I’m just looking at the remake of ‘The Time Machine’ (Guy Pearce and Samantha Mumba 2002) on 5Star and Jeremy Irons is the spit of Boris Karloff, could he be his son I wonder?
Sorry Jeremy, but with all the shit floating around Hollywood at the present time anything seems possible.
The Time Machine, one of my favourite films.
Missed that, oh well it will be on again.
You know Pugsy Bear will be back now and tell you about this -
I hope so, some Bastards had better watch out.
I am totally flaked out at the moment, the tile fellas have just left at 8pm.
I have been up every morning this week at the unheard of hour of 7am to facilitate the builders doing the bathroom, I was never the bright an early top of the morning kind of person, takes me at least an hour to get back to reality from a deep sleep, one wouldn’t mind if one could grab a nap during the day to make up for it, but that’s impossible with all the noise, and I’m not the napping sort either.
I tried to work in the shed but I could not concentrate, the weather is terrible so a walk is out of the question, go to the pub and herself starts moaning if one starts to enjoy oneself and overstays a bit.
They’ll be here in the morning at 7.30am too, Sunday, bloody pagans have they no respect for the lords day and an old geezers sleep.;-)
I’m off to bed now while the goings good, see ya all.
Bye bye Jem, events have caused me to become Paganised.
one can say one can “wouldn’t have minded givin her one?” - many including presidents paid for the privilege but SHE paid with her life and then had the chance to ‘time travel’
time travel ? - everything is possible in the time of Goddit but we mere mortals are so stuck in our ways and feet firmly entrenched in crap that we couldn’t move if we tried.
One infamous spiritualist once said [and I paraphrase {don’t understand it - google it}] " the function of man and wobetide her - her as well is to spend time on earth workin out our own spiritual sh1t before moving to higher planes. and if you can just stop for a moment stop navel gazing and look at the miserable state the world is in right now that’s pretty well much on the ball - trouble is as we keep workin out our own sh1t it keeps flying about onto others!
Gumbud are you unhapppy?
I like you happy much better.
well I am losing 'the manager" the recipient of all my corny jokes and I love to see his face light up and of course there is still the matter of Miss Bottom -shhh - doom seems to await me - BUT I do await the cruise with anticipated joy - I do hope all the other scribblers are going to - we all need a few coke and rumbas!
I’m not that unhapppy!!!
Phew!
As far as I know, you are all coming.
Fruity is arranging transport to the docks.
We can have a stroll along the deck and put the world to rights:lol:
now if we could reverse those positions I’d be happier - know what I mean little miss marilyn of the OFFs
Who Flung Dung???
I’m not sharin a berth with spitie by the way - the sound of that jack hammer all night plus the holes in the hull will be enough to sink the titanic!!
Marilyn Monroe! what a pleasant surprise Sweetie, she’s my favourite pin up girl of all time, thank you.
God gave us the Sun and the Moon
What more could we want I ask you?
Without them nothing on Earth could exist.
Cheer up and enjoy yourselves.
And now a message from Jems sausage line poem factory.
See the Birds in the sky, they neither labour nor toil
Yet they get their food free, maggots straight from the soil
See the Monkey climb the tree, heaven sent him no manna
Still he lives like a king, never short of a banana.
Take the humble Jelly Fish as he floats in his inner sanctum
Not a worry or care, cos his belly is full of plankton
The old Dog as he lies by the fire on a cold night
Doesn’t worry because he’s broke and hasn’t got a light.
The Butterfly who is born to live for one glorious Day
Makes every second count before he goes away
So count your blessings while you still can
Remember that you’re here for a very short span.;-)
I don’t know what Kung fu that.
Spitty can you tell me whatever happened to the Go go girls?, you never hear about them anymore, did they ‘Go’ too far?
Good Afternoon Possums
Sweetie must go away for a little while.
I shall be at my BIL side as he passes to the other side.
I made this promise, and I hope God gives me the strength to carry this through.
Take care of yourselves and those you love.
I will be back as soon as I can.