she is the dancing queen!
She is indeed.
my family was so poor it couldn’t even pay attention!
blind prostitutes heh - you’ve gotta hand it to them?
my wife said sex is better on holiday - worst postcard I’ve ever received!
are we all able to do this ?? share our local news ??
here’s ours:
looking forward to hearing yours!
or you could try this one? on you tube
keep trying pugsy!!
We got all our Sharks in Government buildings Gummy, they only appear when they’re looking for votes, and they actually come right up to your door.
Thank you Sweetie for the dancer and your kind wishes, you are very thoughtful.
We all had a terrific day yesterday, some great dancers there, one old lady was in her 80’s and she horn-piped like a 20 year old, a great sense of humour she had as well, she told us a few jokes you wouldn’t hear in an army barracks, God bless her. Some great singers too, one 15 year old girl in particular, she sang “The Mountains of Mourne” like an angel, as Samuel Goldwyn once said “Can she sing! she’s practically a Florence Nightingale”
I think I had one over the eight and I’m paying for it today, getting too old for this kind of thing now, but then I think of my dear old dad who was 94 when he died, he always said you’re never too old for a pint of Guinness me oul son.
I am so glad you had a wonderful time Jem, as it was special for you.
I see Gummy Bear wants local reports.
I did try earlier and the site crashed so I lost the lot.
Yes I know, maybe I am losing the plot.
You have:lol:
Hello Dave H, I hope you are well.
It really is a miserable day here today, grey skies, bitter cold winds, dangerous icy roads, and the missus snoring away on the sofa having her afternoon nap.
Norman Wisdom was on the TV in a film singing a song I never heard before and never want to hear again, I like Norman but when he sings he seems to have had an elocution booster injection, for an ordinary fella every single word is perfect, I believe he wrote all his own songs too, but a few lines in this one went
“If you say you’ll be mine
I’ll take in the sign
And pull down the blind”
It sort of begs the question of what he was showing in the window doesn’t it?
Don’t mind me I’m just bored stiff.
Have you noticed on these Isles over the past ten years that Spring is later and later arriving? At the other end of the calendar the Winters are not as bad as they used to be, maybe in a few years they will have to adjust the arrival times of the seasons accordingly or folks will be saying “That was a really harsh Spring we had, can’t wait till next Winter” We’ll be all mixed up, wonder how the poor plants feel, the climate is not changing, just the man made dates of the seasons arrival times.
Spitty hasn’t been around for a while, I suspect he’s laid up with that flu thing he was on about, get well soon old bean and I hope everything is alright at Spittingtdale Manor.;-)
If a group of soldiers are called a Platoon, are a group of Spitfire pilots called a Spittoon? Just askin’;-)
Lovely post Jem.
I like Norman Wisdom, and I have actually seen him in Portsmouth, some years ago now.
The words ‘Oh to be in England, now that Spring is here’ seem odd today, we have a thick blanket of snow.
I too miss Spitty. Like the quip.
For information, I have put a thread about my family’s life down under in the Travel and Holiday section.
It was all Gummy’s idea, so you can blame him.
I finally found out why the chicken crossed the road.
…he was trying to get a signal on his iphone 4…
I have just told them about it at the Candy Bar.
It is brilliant.
congrats to Oirland for winning the grand slam and beating those dirty limmys over the sea. and on St P day too!
Ireland secured only their third grand slam in history and inflicted a third defeat in a row on England with a dominant display on St Patrick’s Day
and in 2019 they’re off to Japan for world matches against Scotland and Japan
JOLLY decent of you to refer to us as ‘dirty limmys’,old boy.
One can but imagine Crocodile Dundee is EXTREMELY proud of your prose.
wot my God man - I’ve never shared my pros with 'im - he’s got 'is own! and more prawns to put on the barbie - [not miss barbie you understand?]
an anyways I thought you lived on an island disconnected from the Limmy breed??
I’m still here, but límiting myself to reading only for the moment. Too much testosterone about.
I am having a delayed mid-life crisis. I toyed with the idea of going through it back in my 40’s, but in the event, I couldn’t be arsed.
However, now I thought “Why Not?”
Err a little confused on your post young Robert.
Try Tobelerone much safer than testosterone.
How ya doon RJ. I was robbed of me mid life crisis, I was all ready and waiting for it but it never happened, are they given out automatically or does one have to fill in a form and send it in somewhere?
Yes the lads did well Gummy, nice of you to offer congrats. As you know I could never make head nor tail of the rugby or the cricket, but millions enjoy it and good luck to them, horse racing is my only sporting tipple, and we did well at Cheltenham this time round.
There was an old rhyme with Japan somewhere in it when we were in school, the school teacher asks a little girl what she wants to do when she grows up. I’ll try to remember it correctly, so long ago now.
“My name is Sadie
When I grow up I’ll be a Lady
Then I’ll get married and have a baby”
Then she asks the little boy next to her what he wants to do.
“My name is Dan
I’ll sail to China and Japan
And if Sadie wants her baby, tell her I’m her man”
Ah life was so straight forward and simple back then, today they probably would have parted after having an identity crisis and Sadie would become Dan and Dan Sadie in an effort to reinvent themselves, people really do go out of their way to complicate things these days. (sings bar of “Give me the simple life” to himself as he dons his coat to head for the pub)
One certainly does,old chap. Those dashed ‘dirty limmys’ do insist on conjuring up reasons for one’s idyllic solitude to be marred by their accursed inabilities to co-exist peacefully with one another,however. Why,just this very morning,whilst one was strolling in the quiet havens of one’s beaches,one’s tranquillity was interrupted by some cove masquerading as a postman,who informed me I have a parcel arriving 'pon the morrow. The MORROW,for goodness sake! Upon enquiring why he hadn’t brought it with him,he informed me the parcel in question is “Still at the depot,innit” and that he wouldn’t be arriving at aforementioned depot until “Me shift’s over,soze I can load up fer termorra”. Hmm…one can but wonder what postmen of yesteryear would make of such antics. So,as Putin has garnered himself the spotlight for another term,that Trump chap is still ‘tweeting’ nonsense,Mrs May is still in close-quarter combat with her own party,the EU remain determined nobody must leave their prison confines,North Anywhere still hates South Anywhere…and politeness and decent manners are seen as a weakness,rather than the mark of a gentleman - then,yes,one is perfectly happy to be resident on a small island upon which wildlife may flourish without fear,birds sing in happy trilling harmonies,the pooches gambol and play without need of restraining leads…and no miserable neighbours whinge at my plugging a guitar into the amp stack at 3am. Meh…my world may be small-but it’s mine and I love it. [btw;Croc says he’s chucked a shrimp on the barbie just for you and asked me to remind you to bring a few ‘cold ones’]. M’kay?