Here we are.
Bricks Gummy???
Zippy! Gawd Spitty I thought we were on a roll for love stuff.
What do I get Zippy.
I saw you posted earlier.
You just don’t want to get trapped.
I did wait for you Gummy Bear.
But I am so tired.
Good Night Possums.
Ok you funny bunnies not an ounce of romance left in ya tired and gnarled bodies [ with the exception of Sweetie Pie.] Now I am about to try an experiment that may not work but as Jem as STILL not mastered the art of posting utubes I am trying to help him too!
No that one didn’t work - it’s an embedding thingo - but the rule here Jem as me old grandpoppy used to say ’ if you don’t succeed at first try and tray again" - I would translate that into oirish but somehow I misplaced me aer lingus lingaphone!!
no stay with me stay with me - second try!
yes it worked!! - no Jem you stick with the first set of instructions and we’ll take this slowly!
this IMO is the best rendering [no bricks intended spits] of the song - elvis did it and as usual overdid it spread it all with sugar and spice and maple syrup and fecked it up - frank sinatra also did it BUT IMO again - well I always thought that our own Mat Munro was a better singer than frankie boy.
the song and its meaning - universally transferable and I could have sung that a few times in my younger days as I greeted the dawn looked around and said " where the feck am I again?"
yep that’s old elvis for ya - fecked up the song and his life - can you imagine became a legion and died a broken man addicted to drugs. that mans life went down hill after his wife left him. Watch the Joanna Lumely doco of her visiting elvis’s gracelands and touring it with elvis’s wife and the stories she tells - fascinating. Sweetie Pie a drum roll please for the romantic years!! at least pug knew how to romance a lady didn’t he?
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Mr G: Oh deary me, deary deary me! SP! SP! Come up stairs. [He looks around the edge of the stage.] Where’s my wife SP?
[SP enters carrying a big wooden spoon. Mr G is facing the other way so SP comes up behind him and wacks him on the head to get his attention.]
SP: Mr G. What is it? What do you want? [Knocks Mr G down] Why aren’t you helping with the housework? [Mr G motions to the audience. SP looks around surprised.]
Oh hello everybody I’m Mr G’s wife SP. How do you do? Very nice to meet you. [Bows and waves.]
Mr G: SP how 'bout a kiss? Kissy! kissy! kissy! [Mr G walks towards SP waving his arms to embace her.]
SP: [Pushing him backwards.] No Mr G you can’t have a kiss.
[This is repeated a couple of times.]
Mr G: Oh please!
SP: Oh alright then. [She puts her spoon down.] But first I must blow my nose. [She picks up her apron and blows her nose very loudly and for a long time. They then kiss in an exaggerated manner, flapping their arms and spinning around in circles. Suddenly they part and Mr G looks out to the audience. SP grabs her spoon and hits Mr G over the head.
SP: That’s enough Mr G, besides you’ve got a headache. Now Mr G I’m going downstairs to make supper and look after the … [Baby cries] Oh listen to that. [Baby cries] Look Mr G now you’ve gone and woken the baby. [Hits Mr G on the head and disappears below leaving Mr G rubbing his head. ]
Mr G: What a beauty! What a pretty wife!
Romance, yeah?
Don’t call me Zippy, I’m Geoffrey.
I wonder who Zippy is, errrrrmmmmm.
it’s just a word we play around with spits like you do with ya bricks!! I bet you’ve kissed a brick or two in your time - come here me beauty and let me lay you - “no no says the brick - no no Mr spittie I don’t want you to lay me - you always do it crooked!!”
spitties got a bent one spittie got a bent one!!
there is nothing wrong with preferring to be zipped up - it stops the heat getting to run and killing the sperms!
I counted 227 la’s
Everyone needs a structure in their lives.
Now yer talkin, we need a bit more due diligence round here, keep looking at the detail, there’s a message somewhere.
could this be called Satanic worship??
Not Black Box due diligence, silly.
Jem just a bit of encouragement getting this one posted took me 30 mins - sometimes they just don’t cooperative despite SP interventions!!
well it’s gonna get worst spitie not better - they have even reduced the output of 't’s as you can see!
oeer countdown has just come on after one of my favorites - the muskateers’ very fomantic!
the angels - take a long line - appalling - oh just a quick one - now DCI banks - the Yorkshire countryside is majestic but the story lines depressing! surely its not like that all the time in UK is it?/
Oh I say it’s getting better and better on Scribbles. Great stuff boys. Keep the love flowing. I knew you were all romantics. I will add some more later.
I’m trying to cool down, I need a wet teeshirt.