I’m so sorry to hear that bad news Sweetie, I understand the situation, I was with my dear Mother when she passed away, God be with you.x
Thank-you Jem, I was with my Mother.
We call on Him whenever storm clouds gather
We call on Him to light our darkest day
Why must it be that only when we’re lonely
And hopes are dim, we call on Him
Why don’t we call on Him before we lose our way
To count our blessings and thank Him while we may
We call on Him when no one else will answer
We ask of Him a reason to go on
When our cup of joy becomes a cup of sorrow
Filled to the brim, we call on Him
Why don’t we call on Him before we lose our way
To count our blessings and thank Him while we may
Songwriters: Ben Weisman / Fred Karger / Sid Wayne
Thoughts with you Sweetie, tough call.
Thank-you Spitty.
I will be back to annoy you all.
I’ll have to think on that one, it’s been a while since the girls entered the “No Go” area.
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My God, I just checked it out, Go go girls were back in 1968!!!, didn’t think it was that long ago, how time flies when your getting old.
So these three ‘Fine things’ would be Go go grannies now, just goes to show you time has no mercy where the female body is concerned.
Back in ’68 she was a Go go goer
Can’t do it now cos her feet are too sore
She still hangs around with all her old chums
With their varicose veins and their flat bottomed bums
She can still move her legs if you give it a mention
Every Friday morning as she collects her pension
But jiving is out because of her bad back
And she was lucky to survive her last heart attack.
Speaking of hearts, I tried wearing my heart on my sleeve, it was no use, I couldn’t get me overcoat on.
The one on the right,Jem,she now has no teeth.
The one in the centre has a girdle beneath,
for she now weighs eighteen stone,all blubber and fat;
but the one on the left-she’s even fatter than that!
Plus they all wear absorbency pads in those special places
and waddle,not run,when they’re put though their paces.
All three have got corns,arthritus and wear loafers;
but the worst-all three now grunt when rising from sofas!
Guess, I got out at the right time.
just thought I’d throw a spanner in the works??
Percy Thrower the first of a long line of spanner throwers!
me father was a spanner thrower; me grandad and his dad
that’s where I got me spanners from and learnt to throw them lad
it’s harder than knife throwing cos they don’t stick in the board
we use polysterene or we’d kill a bloody hoard
now you’ve have heard all this nonsense
of throwing spanners in the works
it’s just an old wives story
put around by an old wife nerds
the tested spanner thrower would not resort to that
we’ve never damaged any works and that’s a bloody fact
I must admit whilst practicing we may have missed the mark
but we stayed away from works and things and practiced in the park
it’s a bit like gypsies, travellers, hobgoblins in the woods
you’ve got to blame somebody if your works don’t do what it should
so if your message board is languishing with not a bloody word
and every time you switch it on there’s not a murmur there
don’t blame the spanner thrower he fixes things that work
got get another bloody board and call it “spanner throwers fair?”
You DO talk some rubbish gumbud,re throwing spanners;
One NEVER throws spanners around ladies-that’s bad manners!
If you insist on such actions,you’ll just look a fool.
You’ll end up single and alone,furtively ‘polishing your tool’!
Be adept with a Wrench
If you want to win a Wench
Don’t fear of seeming Flunky
Pullings easy “Greasy Monkey”
Just take on board the Sluts
They’ll tighten up your Nuts
when you’ve “Serviced” the Manor
Just throw away your Spanner
a poem all about Pugsie for Pugsie!!
REFLECTION ACROSS A TABLE
I came across old Pugsie as he sat with Miss Maybe
I asked him why his glasses shone - my reflection beckoned me
Maybe said it’s accidental don’t take it all to heart
He trained for taxidermy, but once he went too far
There was a terrible accident when once he whirled his knife
He stafted with an elephant and it ended up with mice!
So now he’s incognito with marguerites standing by
His stare is a reflection of the blueness in the sky!
He has an alter ego that swings from he to she
One minute a cool sweet boy the next a tart for free
so do not make assumptions when his knife is on high ground
I’d hate to think your taxidermy time had just come 'round
gumbud ©
Do you aspire to be RJ
I mean a perfect clone
And view what I see
Then quite perfectly honed
It would be hard to imagine
Being resident champion
Standing up for lost causes
Braving boredom and nauseas
With patience and with much Grace
Raise banner of Saint Boniface
(C)RJ .ppffttttttt
St Boniface patron Saint of lost causes
well yes robert ya do have a bonnie face laddie!! now pray tell what have you lost this time - not your two wheeled chariot again??
will this do as a temporary replacement??
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What variety, we’ve had go go dancers who’ve gone ga ga, spanners and instructions on how to throw same, who flung ku fung dung, saints and causes, Rambo’s wheelchair, and the devil knows what else. what more could a soul ask for? Maybe a bigger spanner to secure all the nuts we have loose here.
Great stuff fellow scribblers.
And now in the interests of continuity.
Going back to when I was a small boy we had ‘Corner Boys’ over here in the City, I don’t know what you called them in your parts, but they were before the Teddy boys, not quite hooligans, just suspicious looking lads who usually hung around street corners trying to look their best. Smoking but no drinking and nobody had even heard of drugs then, they waited for the girls to pass by, then they would practice the wolf whistle with a bit of slagging thrown in, all quite harmless and the girls seemed to love it too because they kept coming back for more and the girls all tried to look their best too. Now and then a row would break out between rival wannabe leaders, sort of like an online forum, but nothing too serious bar a bleeding nose or a fat lip.
At weekends a card game would get going, pontoon usually as it was a quick game and easy to pick up the coins off the pavement if a copper showed up, they were seldom caught gambling because they normally posted a few small kids ‘On guard’ further up each approach to the corner. When some of the small kids had to go home to bed and left their post unprotected, the odd copper would sneak up on the assembled gamblers and they were all lined up against the wall Valentine’s Day massacre style and frisked, then all the names were taken along with all the cash and any smokes the lads had on them, but that was the last they ever heard of it and the lucky copper had a bonus for his night on the beat.
Corruption has always been with us and always will, right on down the line, even to taking pennies from poor street kids.
I did once follow a Bonny M who sang quite nice!!
all well and good Jem but where’s them Youtubes???