I like silk.
Betchoo look GOOOOD,in skimpy silk,you little MINX!
GRRRRR!
Thank you once again Pug me lad for your prompt and informative reply.
There ain’t many ‘Silks’ in my area I can tell you, although there were a family of Judges, there used to be 10 kids and the mother and father, horrible little tea leafs they were too, if ever a surname went astray it was on the Judges.
I would not do a judges job for all the tea in China, God help them, they may be well paid and have influence in high places but they have to have constant security and are not really free people i think one has to be specially cut out for that type of job.
I could never pass judgement on my fellow man, just think of all the mistakes that they have made over the centuries and sent innocent people to their deaths, better a hundred murderers rot away in prison than one innocent person go to the gallows in my opinion.
My mother in laws maiden name was Bowes, she had a brother who went to Spain to fight in the civil war there, when he came home he insisted everyone called him "El Bowes”
Buttons and Bows.
Bob Hope, The Sentimentalists
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let’s go where they keep on wearin’
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Don’t bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let’s move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o’ her clothes
And you’ll stand out, in buttons and bows.
I’ll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that you’ve homespun
But I’ll love ya’ longer, stronger
Where yer friends don’t tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let’s vamoose where gals keep a-usin’
Those silks and satins and buttons and bows
Gimme eastern trimmin’ where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I’m all yours in buttons and bows.
Songwriters: Jay Livingston / Ray Evans.
get off get off - bring back flanagan and allen - and the performing dog!
watchin women playin around like silly little girls has never appealed to me - I feel like smacking their silly little bottoms - bottoms - bottoms oh dear I’ve cum over all faint again! - smellin salts someone RJ!!!
And Chris de burgh.
nah we dunno need any crisper birds on 'ere now - just hungry jacks or the kernels??
there’s a lot of 'jumpin the queue tonight ? and will Pug please put down his toy tractor - ya can play wiv it lately laddie with ya leggo set - now where did I put my mascara pot??
SO very Elvis,that,Sweetie.
Can’t you just hear that ol’ "You ain’t nuthin’ but a hound dawg,cryin’ alla time’’ as he does that ‘‘Uh,HUHH’’ hip-wriggle…
thatsa one lookin sick pig ma’am - would he/she be called humpty dumpty by any chance - looks like it facin the chop and knows it !
My granny was a country woman and she used to say that pigs can see the wind, never quite knew what she meant by that, I mean how can anyone know what a pig can see? 
The granny had a valid point,Jem.
In Shetland,when I were butter lad,you never saw pigs facing into an approaching storm. It was taken as a sign of wet,windy weather being imminent-and was inevitably correct.
all together now!
I used to be a butter lad butter lad butter lad
I used to be a butter lad and they all wanted me
with a shetland here and a shetland there
here a shet there a shet
old mc pugsie had a pig but it never faced the wind
chorus
I’ll butter you if you’ll butter me
into the wind we be we bee
old Mcbutter had a farm
Heh heh heh heh heh!
I thenk ya I thenk ya!
yest leave the coppers in the plate thenks
Genesis never encouraged Pigs, that was Floyd.
Well the blessings of God on ya for that Pug, and the brother and me thought she was just daft.
I’m lilly the pink miss floyd perhaps ?
OR EC is God!!