I’m a fan of the old 1950’s science fiction and horror films and thankfully I can get my bellyful on Youtube, the wife doesn’t like them so I have my own TV to watch them on via my Mac Mini. The other night I was watching a mad film called “The Brain Eaters”, really way out for it’s day, anyway who comes behind me only the wife, she gawked at the Alien creature tearing the brains out of a soldier on guard and commented “No wonder your nuts watching stuff like that, grow up for Gods sake” (I’m 70 now, how many more years before I’m 'grown up’?) Well you know what they say comes out of the mouths of babies, but no one has come up with a name for what comes out of the mouths of women yet. I tried to explain that she used to say the very same thing back in the 60’s and 70’s when I watched Star Trek and look at all the things that have become fact since then, all science fiction stuff is only new ideas and theories being put forward, they laughed at Columbus didn’t they?, I even quoted H.G. Wells “Human history in essence is the history of ideas” but she wouldn’t listen so I told her to contact one of her sisters on her communicator and leave me in peace.
But she had planted a seed of thought in me head and I started to wonder, what happened to all the juvenile delinquents we had in the 50’s?, did they go on to be geriatric delinquents or did ‘pot’ kill them all off? did half of them go blind as they said would happen? they would all be in their 80’s/90s now, and what is the correct term for an old juvenile delinquent?
I used to hear my mother talking in the kitchen with my Aunt Tessy and Molly, they never used the words juvenile delinquent in front of us kids, they would simply say ‘JD’ as in “That son of Mary Doyle is turning into a right little JD” There was no need for them to worry I would never have guessed what a JD was, for all I knew it could be a fella on the radio who plays records backwards.;-)
well done Pug wanna try for No 2? you’ll probably find it in the same place!
In the town I saw a creature
which feeds the cattle. It has many teeth;
its beak is useful as it points down ,
gently plunders and turns for home;
it searches for plants along the slopes
and always finds those not rooted firmly;
it leaves the living ones held by their roots,
quietly standing where they spring from the soil,
I once walked out with a Miss A. Demure
She smiled weakly and blushed when I swore
She swished her pale fan and giggled “oh Sam
How could you, you couldn’t I’m sure”
She would sneak a quick glance on the chance
That I didn’t stare back less perchance
We’d fall madly in love, for good and for good
And Miss Demure would become Ms Giganteoussssssssssssssssssssss!
Wouldn’t life be perfect if sweatpants were sexy, Mondays were fun, junk food didn’t make you fat, girls didn’t cause so much drama, guys weren’t so confusing and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
Just popped in as getting ready to leave for work…found that somewhat ascerbic comment.
Y’see,gumbud? THAT’S why being me is no great joy.
I did NOT need to ‘look it up’ nor ‘google’ it.
No;one of the 71 homes I was deposited in as a child was just a short walk from Battle Abbey. Yes,I do know the answer to #2,no,I won’t ruin your fun. Why the acidity toward me?
erhm??? - no I don’t produce acid as anyone here could attest - must be producing ya own dear fellow - off you go to work dear lad and less of the acid!!
Let us take a moment to remember those early pioneers of equality of class, race, colour, religion and gender.
I mean, of course OUR GANG.
Trailblazers in everyway,
So let’s give it up for those legends of the 1920s
Spanky
Alfafa
Darla
Carolina
Pete the dog
Jackie
Scotty
Mickey
Chubby
Tommy
Farina
Froggy
Jean
Lee
Dickie
Joe
Dorothy
Mary Ann
Wheezer
Specks
Mildred
Harry
Kenneth Williams posted this in his book of putdowns “ACID DROPS”
It goes like this.
A bishop was travelling in a second class railway carriage, dozing, when a troupe of Pantomime artistes rolled into his carriage. SEizing the opportunity to mix with common and vulgar people he handed round his paper bag full of ACID drops, accompanying every stop with a question. and when the bag reached Miss Fifi the ensemble were identifying what parts they were taking in their next production, Dick Whittington.
THe Archbishop , finding a new confidence announced loudly
“Miss Fifi. I suppose you take DIck”
“Blimey, your Grace, Yes I do, but not for ACID drops”
Looks like yezzer all in full swing lately, poems and puzzles galore, what more could you want with your tipple.
Being a complete townie I know absolutely nothing about farming but I think I’ll have a stab at the thing that feeds the Cows Gumbud, is it called a combined harvester by any chance?
Acid, very interesting stuff is acid.
I got a tiny splash of sulphuric acid in me eye when I was an apprentice, nasty, the best thing to do there is immediately rinse the eye out with soapy water, then get it checked out, worked fine for me. Sulphuric acid is a great man for making warts disappear, and I kid you not, I had a pair of ugly warts between my right index finger and thumb, very annoying when your working with a file in your hand, I dipped the tip of a cotton wool taper into a bowl of diluted sulphuric acid and dabbed it lightly on the two warts, after a while they turned brown, no pain whatsoever, the next morning I woke up they were gone completely, pure magic, I’m looking at my hand now and theres not even a mark where they were, I was thinking of patenting the cure but seeing you are such nice chaps you can have it for free.
I often wondered if they ever tried acids in their search for certain cancer cures, they say warts are a form of cancer, anything is worth a try in the fight against this terrible disease in my opinion.
Being a complete townie I know absolutely nothing about farming but I think I’ll have a stab at the thing that feeds the Cows Gumbud, is it called a combined harvester by any chance?
no Jem something a little before the harvester more primitive.
remember these are anglo -saxon riddles - mind you they probably had the grim reaper then?
you have two final goes before the Graham Norton chair is applied!
apropos sulphuric acid; I imagine that would be very difficult to obtain over the counter these days?
Acid Queen in TOMMY the rock opera played by Ann Margret.
I suppose that’ll be acid as in LSD, not pounds, shillings
and pence but lysergic acid diethylamide.
Justamo, that’s LAD not LSD.
Lucy in the sky with
diamonds is
changed
then
oh.
Was
that poetry?
or just the thin
end of an imaginary …wedge
Jem, acid curing cancer, it’s a thought innit.
many breakthroughs resulted from thinking outside the box