The former post is a concrete poem, a poem that takes on the shape of an object, in this case?
If you can’t see it, try being negative!
Well if we use the old adage “his brain is in his bollocks” as a guide – I would say your brain is well hung on both left and right cerebrums and hanging low!
looks like you’ve got us all boxed in there RJ
RJSD
but doesn’t some childish painting come into the box too?
or as spittie would say it’s ABB!
Them puzzles is way too tough for me lads, you want Pug for the likes of them, dominoes is my game and I’ve played with some tough characters in me day, in one rough pub down in the docks, aptly named “The Crow Bar” a game of dominoes went into injury time.
I may have posted this poem before but it’s one of my favourites by a man who was no stranger to the old Dublin pubs.
The workman’s friend.
A Pint of Plain is Your Only Man
When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night –
A pint of plain is your only man.
When money’s tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt –
A pint of plain is your only man.
When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A pint of plain is your only man.
When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare –
A pint of plain is your only man.
In time of trouble and lousey strife,
You have still got a darlint plan
You still can turn to a brighter life –
A pint of plain is your only man.
(Flann O’Brien, also known as Brian O’Nolan etc.)
Brian O’Nolan wrote under several names, his best work to my mind is “At Swim -Two- Birds”
‘Plain’ porter was Guinness double xx as opposed to the dearer xxx stout, very popular in the 1950’s in Dublin city and often called the workman’s friend, it wasn’t as strong as the xxx and they no longer produce it.
OK the answer to the second riddle is a harrow or rake!!
and here’s the turd as the Irish say:
I’m told a certain something grows
in its pouch, swells and stands up,
lifts its covering. A proud bride grasped
that boneless wonder, the daughter of a king
covered that swollen thing with clothing.
a special for spittie!
well it sounds like a good drop to me Jem - I still remember the pleasure of drinking guiness during my tour of the Emerald Isle in '99 oh happy days.
this w/end I will embark on my own homemade beer making at a cost of 25p a litre bottle. Yes you can beat the odds!
I’m thinking Kilts and sporrans, 25p, on the face of it seems good value, provided you don’t generate 10p’s worth of dregs per unit, has anyone ever consumed a KFC Boneless Banquet for one?
no spittie ya on a one track male dominated search there
I think many of us have witnessed this event at home in the kitchen when we’ve sneaked a peek at Mom!
Ah spittie dear fellow the dregs are collected as additional yeast for the next batch - nothing wasted everything gained. However once the first batch is bottled if you are a regular drinker of the golden nectar then a second brew must be started to keep a good brewers cycle running. If you get the gist?
I was honestly going to say a hay fork Gumbud but I thought no that’s too easy.
Good for you making your own beer, the price of a pint in my local today is 5E .50cents, us pensioners get 50 cents off between the hours of 12pm -3.30pm, I know every old lad says this and not to be the odd one out I’m saying it too, I remember when I could get 10 pints for a pound, 2 bob a pint! God be with the days, as me dad used to say when anyone complained about the price of a pint “It’s your own fault, you didn’t drink enough of it when it was cheap”:-)
not too easy to get a pint in WA but you can in other states. I bought a schooner of beer a few weeks back [three quarters of a pint] in a posh pub for $A9 - never again [ just over your E5.5]
that’s why home brew is so attractive - if I buy a carton of beer [24 cans] it costs me $A2 a can which is only half a pint a can approx - OZ is confusing because all states have their own glass sizes. When I was in Victoria last year I could easily get a pint of guiness in a lovely old pub called the “North of Britain” - log fire and all.
I used to like a pint and a mingle, now I like a pint.
Must try a pint of Mingle next time I’m over there Spitty.
I like to mingle with all sorts, you hear so many different opinions and tales, no man is an Island, but you can still have an Island of Man, speaking of the Isle of Man, are they still in the EC or have they never been in it?
Drinking alone is dangerous, I’ll take my chance, I’ve seen where gregarious consumption can lead.
thought for the day:
My boss said “dress for the job you want not the job you have” now I’m sitting in a disciplinary meeting dressed as batman?
talking about mingling - now listen hear chappies - if anyone of us were to win a humungous amount of dosh how about the leisurely scribbles group being shouted to a lovely holiday here??
ps: must check out whether cigars are permitted but knowing Thailand I feel sure they are!!
pps: wives not permitted - sorry Jem!
OK pools and lottery tickets at high noon!
Gummy, a lottery win would be good, but empty, without getting our personal house In order, we need to spend time getting our bikini body’s back in shape so we can observe the view from our personal pool, whilst others observe us observing, without guilt.
95% there.
95% where exactly and what measuring device do you use apart from a guessometer?
Gummy, if you take the state of your carcass at say, the age of sixteen, size, weight, flexibility, and so on, that is the standard, if you can replicate this, after four decades of self abuse, that’s OK, doesn’t matter if the standard is not a standard model, so to speak.
self abuse?? - is that the same sort when me ma used to shout up the staircase after school was out - “Gummy are ya self-abusin yaself up thar agin - cos if ya are ya can cum down and wash the dishes!!”
Bonjour,matelots!
[yes,I speak perfect German]
Jem,I just rose from the fetid swamp I like to refer to as ‘my bed’ and saw your reference to pints being two bob each…it brunged back a memory of a day waaaaaaay back in 1969,when the smokes of choice tended to be Players #6,or if times wozzard,Players #10. I was in a village near Chelmsford,Essex,at the time,[the home I legged it from to join the Merchant Navy as a deck-boy]-and I vividly recall my mate Roscoe spluttering in indignation one evening as we gathered [as was our wont] by the village telephone box,because a pack of #6 had gone up to 2/6d! He was indignant,to say the least and was vehemently decrying the increase. It was generally concurred that if Players #6 reached 2/9d,[an outlandish price,we all agreed] that they could ‘stick’ their ciggies up their respective chuffs. At the time,it seemed outlandish that a packet of smokes could be so expensive…move forward 47 years…a packet of smokes now costs circa £7!!! And today,they don’t put the number 20 on the side,as there’s usually 18 incumbants-which equals [near as damnit] 39p EACH. Which in turn equals nearly 7 bob PER SMOKE! Kinnell. I wonder where Roscoe is today-and if he ever did beat his expensive habit. If he’s still with us,I bet his spluttering indignation can be heard for miles around him!