no a paralytic - and perhaps a paranormal??
Nah, just a parasol now.
I agree Spitty.
We once had a long discussion about brain cells in the local, shortly after we finished the riveting talk on bucket handle collecting, we came to the conclusion that the more brain cells one has the more worry one has about losing them.
Ah the curse of the demon drink, the thing is that it doesn’t agree with everyone and the trick is to keep away from it if it makes you anyway rowdy or cranky. I hope that chap at least learns something from making an idiot of himself, if only for his kids sake.
in my experience I found that certain drinks have different effects on people, for me whiskey is strictly only for medicinal purposes, whiskey cloves and lemon for a bad cold works wonders for me, otherwise I don’t touch it as it don’t agree with me.
Many years ago I had heard that gin made one depressive, purely out of curiosity I tried a session on gin one night and found meself wallowing in self pity, remorse, and sad memories, I felt almost suicidal, It put the wind up Phyllis I can tell you, never again tink yo.
Beer and the odd drop of port in the evening suit me just fine.
Very true Jem. Gin smells like perfume to me, it also known as Mother’s ruin.
I occasionally drink Vodka with a lot of orange Juice. I also like the occasional glass of Port. I’m sticking to my Sweetie wine.
I saw that same guy by the pool earlier, he was apologizing to everyone.
Shame on him, I think. His wife was talking to me by the pool, I am glad I never remarked about him, as I didn’t know it was his lovely wife.
The problem with the guys drinking here, is they are drinking all day and night.
Sweetie, have you been Twisting By The Pool?
What ever became of Mr. Twist himself, old Chubby Checker?
There we were at lunchtime sitting out in the beer garden of the local lapping up the good weather. We, well they really, I wasn’t, were discussing the British exit from the EU, I wasn’t interested in the conversation to be honest, I’m not a political vulture, but I was asked what my opinion was about the whole thing, I just said that if the majority want to leave then they should leave and that’s that like it or lump it, thems the rules we all live by in a democracy.
Having said that I thought I was off the hook, until Harry “rent-a-row” Flynn jumps in with
“Yes that’s alright Jem, but how does that effect the man in the street and the pound in his pocket, that’s what I’d like to know”
I felt like saying eff you and the man in the street Harry but I remembered my manners and kept me mouth shut’
By the way what ever happened to the man in the street, politicians never seem to mention him nowadays, he was always the most important man in the country on budget day. Poor chap, he never had more than a pound in his pocket all his life, God he wouldn’t get much for his pound today.
Ahh the man in the street, took the long and winding road, if he had any sense.
A whole pound in your pocket!
A bit heavy.
Even half a kilo is a bit much for the man in the street.
I watched the football, I had no choice, it was on in every restaurant and bar.
I believe England won.
Where is Gumbat?
Exactly what I was thinking.
lookin for Pug of course who always gets lost in Bulgaria lookin for the Pug tribe - he tried to bring his toy mechano road digger in but they drew the line at big boys with little toys?
You are being naughty again Gummy Bear.
I’m sorry but I’m tired. I will try and catch you tomorrow. X
taxi run now for moi!
Good Night John Boy. X
goodnight maryellen - why don’t we move into the same bedroom and stop all this yelling??
Gummy Bear you do come out with some things, I can never predict you.
Good Afternoon from Bulgaria. X
ya need to leave all those bulgas alone and come back to the bossom of ya friends - well all the male one anyway - we’ll relax you lady - Jem the shoulder massage please - no phyllis had gone shopping - spittie toes please - you have to learn to be humble - were’s fruitcase - pissed as usually - take some pics for GS! - pugs - oh I don’t know he just falls into a mess and can’t keep spouting out superlatives!! - and me - zen bras and motorbike maintenance!
I always knew I was a bit psychic but thank God I’ve had no experiences of it for some time now, maybe it fades away as one gets older, however last night I had a strange dream, I switched on my computer and all the text was in German, even my emails, no matter what I tried I could not get it back to English, I was only wasting me time so I switched it off.
Now you can believe it or leave it, matters not to me, but this morning I had an email from Hamburg from the wife of a German chap I worked with here in Dublin in the 1970’s, he had passed away peacefully last night at home, rest his soul, we used to play mind games while working opposite each other at the bench, weird is it not, scary really, makes you realise how very little we know about how things work, they say the soul/mind never dies. :shock:
You behave yourself Gummy me lad or I’ll put the heebee geebees on ya.
Did you ever see the film of Stephen King’s “Thin” where yerman is cursed by a gypsy and starts to fade away to a skeleton?
My nephew got a job on an airline that specialises in transporting Zoo animals all over the world, he’ll be stationed in the African jungle , no internet, but he said he would drop me a Lion.
We went for a wander off the beaten track last night. I was shocked! Away from the posh hotels and swanky bars, lies a whole new place. Some of these folk live in sheds!
They are so poor, it was shocking.
Hubby has seen worse, being in the Merchant Navy. But I cannot get over how people have to live in this day and age.
No lighting or proper sanitation!!!
We found some nice tucked away restaurants, a little further on. I suppose these poor folk work in them, watching, what must seem, the rich folk.