I thought it was Anne Bolleux:mrgreen:
I am sure my Grandma used to make Hash Tag.
Pooters were something nasty in your pants:mrgreen:
I always thought Pixels were in Cornwall.
OMG we’ve all got a nasty rash of 000000000111111111111000000000001111111111110000000000001111111111111etcetc
Oh I do wish Pugs were here - he’d soon sort it out said Roo to winnie as they ambled through the woods!
I would put some cream on that.
At least I don’t have a wooden heart.
Do we know a song about that?
Gulp, I’ve been rumbled, hoisted by my own petard, painted myself into a corner, sold a dummy, up the creek without a paddle, penning bollox.
oops gum butt, in my haste, I didn’t read your nickname correctly
NB
Dictated by RJ and posted in his absence
Mmm I see Young Roobert:mrgreen:
Sweetie runs off into the woods.
An old fart a la carte
Now then Jem, don’t you start
If only like you I could be wise
That wud be a nice surprise
Leisurely Godfather supreme
To coin a phrase creme de la cream
Pug has disappeared just now
A polymath, no sacred cow
more later, possibly
Pugsy Bear is in my care
Where he is I’m fully aware
He will return, of that I’m sure
Until that day, you’ll miss him more
I’ll send your wishes, if you ask
For now, he has an urgent task
“There are only 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don’t.”
… from that well known and revered chap or chapess, A. Non.
Where he is I hope he’s happy
As a baby in a brand new nappy
I hope is bum is no longer sore
Come back Pug and open the door.
Yes Spitty, data has been around for a long time now, I remember as a child going for fags for an old age pensioner, he wouldn’t give me anything for going but he would pat me on the head like a dog and say “Data good boy”
Wasn’t there another very popular piano player around the same time as Russ Conway called Winifred Atwell, she could really bang the tunes out, her records were always played at parties in our granny’s house.
Remember the chap who invited them all to an Island in Agatha Christie’s “And then there were None”?, he was a Mr. U.N. Owen.
my granny used to take some evil lookin fluid from time to time and whenever I asked her what it was for she used to say " now don’t you worry laddie I’ve just got a bit of binary" :shock:??
ps: remember the binary has been around from time imemorium when were just lookin in the wrong places!
Good Night Possums. X
where’s she goin again - when she says “goodnight” I’m not sure whether she gonna have one or she wants us to have one??
and since have we let possums in here ? - spittie possum blunderbust please!
Gummy, you know the Score:-)
everything must change
nothing stays the same
everyone will change
no one, no one stays the same
the young become the old
and mysteries do unfold
for that’s the way of time
no one, and nothing goes unchanged
there are not many things in life one can be sure of
except rain comes from the clouds
sun lights up the sky
hummingbirds fly
winter turns to spring
a wounded heart will heal
oh but never much too soon
no one, and nothing goes unchanged
The young become the old
and mysteries do unfold
for that’s the way of time
no one, and nothing stays unchanged
That’s lovely Spitty:)
Yes I agree with you Summer, that poem is too good to be in scribbles, it belongs in the serious poetry collections, he does come out with beautiful serious stuff, but it’s rare to get him in a serious mood and one has to get up early or stay up very late to catch it, he’s not just a pretty construction expert you know, well done young man.:-)
Err it’s lyrics.
Four-year-old Johnny was curious about her mothers grey hairs. One day, he asked
her, Mummy, why is some of your hair turning grey?
The mother seized the opportunity to give him a life lesson. She replied, You see, Johnny, every time a baby does something naughty, one of Mummy’s hair strands turns to grey.
Johnny replied So that’s why grandmother has a head full of grey hair.
Bill and Ben were council workers tasked with measuring the Flag Pole outside the council office. How do we do it says Bill, we don’t have a ladder? I don’t know says, Ben. They looked at it for 5 mins but no ideas came. A young lady comes by and sees 's their dilemma. Lend me a wrench sh says, they do, and she lowers the pole to the ground, gets out the tape measure. 18ft 6 inches she says, they thank her and she walks off.
Typical know it all female when we wanted the height of the pole she gives us the length.
he didn’t create it FGS - he just borrowed it and as usual forgot to add the real author!
The song Everything Must Change was written by Bernard Ighner and was first released by Quincy Jones in 1974. It was covered by Nina Simone - found on google - spittie you’ve been googled again!:shock:
Gummy Bear you are back
Where’s you been???
my my twinkle toes - I’ve been wandering around in the woods for ages looking for Pug bear!