I never thought you would be lost for words:mrgreen:
I’ll be back!!
Tongue twisters, they are fun.
Ah, I see, point taken.
For many successive years I used to attend the annual Fleadh Cheoil (traditional Irish music festival) in Kilkenny, many’s the wild time I had there in my younger years, three days of wine, women, dancing, singing, and general craic, I often wonder where I got the energy from to keep going, perhaps it was due the old Arthur Guinness, some of the pints you got them days there was atein’ and drinkin’ on them, but like all good things one enjoys the woman soon put a stop to me gallop, maybe it’s just as well or I’d never have lived to collect me pension, too much enjoyment can kill ya, just ask any woman that and i’ll bet she’ll agree, especially if your married to her. 
Here’s one for you Gummy dear boy.;-)
The Swagman’s Lament, by Jem
I had a gal at the hardware store
Blew me out, didn’t wanna see me no more
Her man was jealous, spiteful and mean
Said if he ever caught me he’d pick ma bones clean
So that’s ma story it was sad to tell
Just when I thought things were going’ so well.:-)
well all the ladies should know heh??
I’m not a pheasant plucker,I’m a pheasant plucker’s son
I’ll be right here plucking pheasants 'till the pheasant plucking’s done.
Pugsy Bear I thought you were away.
I am. I’m in Shetland.
…we do have [early] 20th Century technology here,y’know!
Good and jumpers.
Are there significant Cliffs on Shetland?
VERY much so,spitty…but we kids ALL jumped off’em!
When I were butter lad,we used to leap off the cliff,swim out to a standing finger of rock we all knew as ‘The Willy’,climb it,then spend all day throwing each other off it,before swimming back,climbing the cliffs,collecting Puffin eggs on the way up,to take to matron so we wouldn’t be ‘leathered’. It honestly never occurred to us that mainlanders would think it ‘extreme’,it was just ‘‘what we did’’…Good times,spitty…good times…
On the Estate there were unwitting Jumpers, not a cliff insight, folks just waited, to see who jumped first.
Yes,it’s a strange-but-true truth,that I met my friend of [now] many years as I pulled out of Merthyr Tydfil steelworks with a fully freighted artic…pulled into the side of the road besfore the bridge,as I needed a slash…and there,sitting in the edge of the railway bridge,was a young lass. Long story short,…I sat down beside her and she asked me wtf I thought I was doing. I answered “Well when you jump I’ll have to jump first,to give you something soft to land on,otherwise you could get hurt”…and to this day,14 years later,we’re still friends.
There are some things an individual is not allowed to do, long may that be the case.
Gummy, sometimes it is more about perception, not reception.
I’m still popping bubbles.
I didn’t say a word! - but I am ready to receive you - horizontal ideally in a box perhaps?? - I’ll take care of the music don’t worry - we may even be able to persuade Pugsie to cum along wiv his gittar and play a moanful tune??
please pugsie please pugsie please pugsie please just for spits and co??
I’ve never known a moment when you weren’t - I just can’t picture you without bubbles - they seem to come out of everwhere!!:shock:
Good Night Sports