And now by way of commemoration, the Sausage Factory presents…
Ode to the Victorian Urinal
Gone are the days when men walked tall
Cos urinals had just been invented
You had your slash against the white wall
And walked away contented
Alas no longer stand the enamelled clays of Shanks
Tiny steel bowls have taken their place
And you line up with the other ranks
As you jostle to find a space.
Relief is no longer the pleasure it was
And your privacy went out the door
Space is money, that is the cause
Now they all miss the bowl and it lands on the floor.
Yes indeed, no privacy at all when doing number one in the pubs these days, the old urinals gave plenty of privacy with the high side walls, must be terribly embarrassing today for anyone with a small how’s yer father, just saying like.
That’s the urinals covered now, next week I’ll be doing the arsenals.:-)
It was summer 1977, I had left school in 76, and met a girl during an excursion to the posh town, who had just left school, so was one year younger. At the time she lived in the house above, and the horseshoe above the garage was there then, as, she had a horse. The relationship was always going to be short term as she was due to go to university in September, (it was presently July). I met her brother only once in passing, but 15 years later, I went to work for a company where, he was the IT manager, but a decade or so on, his family were killed in a car crash in the USA, he survived, but with critical brain damage.
The point of this is, I’m keen to acquire the horseshoe as a keepsake, should I knock the homeowners door and asked if I can purchase it, or, is it best left where it is as it may have a significance, for others, in the ensuing forty odd years.
In all sincerity and reality spits…
That horseshoe,to you,has a spiritual holistic complexity that brings the colours of your mind together,to brighten the images of the roots that became you. So yes,knock…explain…ask if a replacement would be acceptable. Keep to the fore of your mind the reason you asked…those ‘root’ seedling events,that became spitty. If you don’t,you’ll forever wonder,end up blaming yourself for never having asked. For it’s a simple truth that,if you don’t swing the bat,you won’t hit the ball. If the answer’s “Go away”,you’ve lost nothing.
If the answer is "Why,certainly-just replace it with a like version’’,you’ll be happily smiling,dancing with herself,tonight. If the answer is “Oh,dear fellow,help yourself,take it…just be careful”…you’ll be somersaulting into the pub before ‘throwing some shapes’ as you grin like a loon in pure happiness.
So,just ask,explain…and earn that smile.
Well why shouldn’t yeh, I was going to say the same as you said but you got there first.
You know what they say Pug me lad, “Great minds think alike and fools seldom differ”
‘‘Ask and it shall be given you;seek and ye shall find;knock and it shall be opened unto you:For every one that asks receives and he that seeks,finds. To him that knocks,it shall be opened’’.
I may have that slightly misquoted…it’s from memory,but one believes it’s Mathew 7-7. If it’s good enough for JC,it should be good enough for you,spitty…
I’ll look forward to that Sweetie, try and get a name or some hint of a name and I’ll look up Wednesdays racecards on Tuesday night, anything sounding near what you have I’ll put a few euro’s on it for the craic.
I once had a dream out of the blue of a horse called Eric and it won the next day at 10/1, no messing, wrote a post about it a few years ago.
spittie - the road to hell is paved with good intentions - acquiring it may bring you ‘bad luck’ - just saying - and I’m sure it’s crossed ya mind?? - I won’t charge this time!!
