Err It’s too early.
No, I must be good, too many posts that are tempting.
Good Morning everyone:lol:
Don’t forget the D-C-G Blues sequence,slow,low and lazy,into the bridge,Spits. Even better on a twelve-string in standard ‘G’ tuning,bro. Especially when one’s sat on the beach,idly strumming it and picking out old ELO tunes…and,generally just enjoying the day and doing not much at all as the pooches enjoy themselves.
Sounds like bliss.
How are ya Pug. 
Actually I’m glad waxing was mentioned, it gives me the chance to brag about the time I had my legs waxed in the pub to help raise funds for the children’s hospital here.
I’m glad to say my legs are still as good now as they were then, nay better because the hair never grew back again, I am now the proud possessor of a beautiful pair of smooth unblemished lily white pins, the envy all the old birds up in the local.
Paddy Losty had his beard shaved off that night, it was a great sacrifice for him as he’s had it all his adult life, rest his soul he was a very dear life long friend of mine.
Phyllis helped organise the small event, I think we raised over 2,000 quid that night. That was in 2003 I think. I have a photo somewhere but I can’t locate it at present, might be on another machine.
I have left instructions in my will that I’m to be cremated minus me legs, they are to go to the college of art in Kildare street as a model for life drawing, they will be stuffed and mounted on a Connemara marble base with an inscription on a brass plate simply saying “Jem’s Legs” I may be gone but my legs will live on. Oh yes I love me legs, God bless ‘em, long may they carry me.
What a lovely post Jem.
I once read the Tarot in Dover for charity.
a tarot from dover - can you catch them off the south pier?
Jem, I have always heard of “leg men,” but I didn’t realize until now that it meant not that you admired them…but had them…
Now this begs the question: skirts or shorts when heading to your local local?
A good man, your bearded friend.
I haven’t wore short trousers since I graduated into ‘Longers’ at fourteen Surfer, we don’t get a lot of Sun in Dublin, hence the lily white legs, the few tough old lads who brave the elements in shorts over here usually end up with pneumonia come Autumn.;-)
There is one woman in her 80’s up there in the pub and she wears a mini now and then, bit of a Joan Collins type, but she doesn’t have the legs for it anymore, and nobody has the heart to tell her.
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I found the photo from 2003.
The chap on the left is the late Paddy Losty, the wife Phyllis is keeping an eye on the waxer in case she pulls me whole leg off with the strips.
That is lovely Jem.
Never had my legs waxed, does it hurt?
May I borrow Gummy Bear tonight?
Pugsy, Blues progressions were the bread and butter, but, as time goes by, the ability to play acoustically the chord sequence to “Blood on the Rooftops” after not touching a Guitar for a couple of years means everything.
kenny wayne shepherd - 10 days out - now there’s a trip down old nostalgia lane - deep deep south mon!
Goodnight Possums:lol:
My [few] schoolmates all laughed when I said I was going to become invisible.
…if only they could see me now…
Ladies Gaelic Football
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Jem wot on earth is goin on - just switched channels and there is ladies gaelic football being played and the commentary is in gaelic - that’s no way to get the world to listen! we have only just condoned female AFL here in oz - we don’t called them ladies - [they object!]
there are not even any sub-titles
can you please rectify this - stopping it all together would be best and sending them off for secretarial training and homecare studies!!!
one team is TG and the other Dun - can you translate??
FGS just noticed they are playing with leather gloves on?? i suppose they are worried about their finger nail care heh?
thank god the ref was male - at least he kept some law and order!
I have to say that I enjoyed watching the Six Nations women’s rugby.
I was just looking at an old episode of the Invisible man other night Pug.
Not being a sporty type meself Gummy I didn’t even know women played gealige football, my grandson plays for a Dublin team and I will consult him on the matter when I see him, he has just turned 18 and and I don’t see him as often as I used to, as you know it’s now Springtime and in Springtime a young man’s thoughts usually turn to something other than visiting old grandfathers.
I do however agree with you whole heartily, broadcasting in the Irish language is no way to popularise the game overseas, just goes to show you the gobshites we have to put up with in government.
About two years ago we had no government formed here, the parties couldn’t agree on forming one, this lasted for about a year and the country was rolling along splendidly without them, is there a lesson to be learned there I wonder, I think yes, it proved that politicians are actually an expensive waste of space.
I think Women’s football is so unfeminine anyway, who wants a bird with shoulders like a weight lifter and legs like a wrestler.
Yeah, a Bird built like that could be very demanding, and you’d have no choice but to “Kick her into Touch”.
Don’t be so remiss,Jem [AND you,Spitty]
THINK of the taxi fares you can save,having celebrated somewhat enthusiastically,when yourself is at the pub watching Dublin beat Dunnusagain 48-2 in the freestyle naked 5-a-side Gealige Football!
In comes herself,having arrived after the desperate call from the barman,lifts you over her shoulder,sings sweetly in calming tones as she strolls home,where she lays you on the bed,yourself still rambling about how it 'Was never a penalty,the gobshite!" that got the other team that vital 2 points…and then caresses you with her warm,loving musculature,as you blearily begin to remember there are other things besides the footy,that you quite enjoy…[hic]…
That’s all well and good for fellas who like that sort of stuff Pug me lad, I like the women in my dreams to be soft and gentle as the good lord made them to be, satan and lace, sugar and spice and all that, walking straight in high heels with a swing of the bottom every now and then, long slim fingers and a graceful pair of elbows showing through a sleeveless figure hugging red or blue dress, neat handbag to match, blonde hair preferably freshly dyed, she would sip her champagne from a stemmed glass, no beer for my dream ladies, a smoker would be a bonus especially if she used a long cigarette holder.:-)
If I wanted a rugby player I’d stand outside the dressing rooms at Lansdowne Road on match day dressed as a brasser.
I would be scared as hell, I went out with a lady, a fellow of the String Section of the Orchestra, she was muscular, I was left feeling Viola-ated.