Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

Sweeties…I think you mean “The million pound note”…a black ‘n’ white film starring Gregory Peck,made in 1954. As I recall,the film was based on a Mark Twain story. [ps…I still love you…sigh…]

That must be it!!! Stupid girl getting it wrong.
I must look for it on youtube.
Thank-you Pugsy Bear.:lol:

That’s very kind of you to say Mags and Solo, thank you, I know I’ll be continuing in the same vein, this old dog is too old to go changing horses in mid stream.:wink:
Christ there’ll be no stopping’ them now, give them a pat on the back and they’ll be off like the galloping major.:lol:

sometimes here we are like monks - a silent order - we can even speak like this in silence! I do believe spittie for example has been in the loo for a week - it’s his silent week for cleaning loos. and robert J is on bell cleaning duties - he climbed up there 2 wks ago and has now got the hump. what was that film with the bells and the hump - can’t think of it - now I’ve got the hump. enough humps around here to make a camel!

but heh we never let the well run dry - do we lads and lasses - we have now become a sistereen order and they have more humps than we do!

Hear hear Gummy.:-):wink:

Now for a sweet memory before I head off for a well deserved pint (I made the wife a cup of tea earlier):smiley:

I remember well that first day at Woodstock back in ’69, though a mere 23 year old slip of a lad I delivered my maiden speech to the assembled throng of ragamuffins, I was hot and thirsty and in a bold attempt to imitate Julius Caesar I began “Friends, Townies, and Countrymen, lend me your beers” I went on to say how the older generation had sneered at our music, our hair, our clothes, our way of talking and even our way of walking, that we should ignore the doddery old gits and hope we died before we got old, that we should all band together and stay together, sing in harmony, remember the generation who thinks together stinks together, and let us all beat as one big smelly heart”
Well I don’t have to tell you how that went down, they lapped up every syllable and I was invited to every “in” that was going, the love in’s, the drink in’s, the sit in’s, the lie in’s, and of course the naked swim in’s, indeed that first night I had to beat the wenches away from my tent. Ah yes those were the days.
No doubt you were attending some boring university getting further edumacation about that time Gummy.;-):slight_smile:

That’s good to hear Jem, it’s more intelligent than a general chit chat thread … even though it sometimes take me a while to decipher some of the posts :lol:

Spitty still stands for autonomy, no team effort, but, if left to his own devices would be out of Bog Roll, in less than one week.

Not that any of the Scribblers would send any Cushelle, no quarter offered, and none extended.

Jem check the toilets they’ve let 'im loose to soon - is that spitties new hairstyle of did the mop get in the way? at least he’s put down the jack hammer for a while - made a nasty mess of his feet I can tell ya!

spittie ya not cleanin the bogs with cushelle rolls again are ya - ya costin us a fortune laddie

I have been located at the top of the bellower, wrong! Gummy, don’t you remember that time when we climbed Ayers Rock, or as the locals now call it. UHULU.

I had a fit of vertigo, when I tried to go, there was nowhere to go. I suffer badly from VERTIGO so there is no chance of me climbing the bell tower. In any case there are 237 steps on a series of rickety ladders. I’d have to wind up the clock, that 157 turns of the wheel.

Anyway, changing the subject.

I welcome the wise comments from our sisters in scribbling. Wise and astute.
What we have created is a force of nature that is scribbles, by a happy overdose of serendipity. An unstoppable black hole of scintillating subjects.

\I doesn’t know what is going on most of the time, but it is to be expected after all I am virtually 70 years

I despise Cushelle, lets go back to BRONCO, a man’s loo paper, strong enough to write on with the new fangled ball point pen (NOTE not a Biro)

Now I am happy.:lol:
Back to utter confusion.
What is wrong with Izal?
Good Night lovelies.X

used to use the torn up Liverpool Echo once!

PANSY!

REAL men use a wire brush & Dettol.

It’s all a conspiracy you know, in the days before the Takeaway, one had no need to wipe.

wow that used to really clog up the system!! - hot flushes and cold flushes - but heh no wire brushes. I did once wonder why pugsie was always scratching his arse!!

Quite so, back then, it wasn’t just Policemen who had Truncheons!!!

Errr!!!
Good Afternoon Gentlemen (Sweetie scratches head, and thinks - are they, gentlemen???)

I have to go the dentist later!!!
More expense, just to have a look in my mouth!:mrgreen:

Have a word with Gummy, he’ll have a look in there for nowt.