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omg - no he/she needs bloody shooting!
could never get into that - must be my peculiar sense of humor?
YOU,have a sense of HUMOUR?!?
Good Lord-you keep THAT well hidden!
[mwahahahahaha]
I will post the Quiz answers.
Sorry, I forgot.
Back in a mo.
There were lots of words that came over from America in the 1960’s as you well remember Gummy, usually in songs or films then gradually made their way into everyday use with the youth of the day.
For example, a song is a big hit in the States, then some enterprising pop music boss on this side of the Atlantic would lease out the rights of the song and get one of the upcoming young British singing talents to record it and release it here, the likes of Cliff Richard, Adam Faith, Vince Eager, Gene Vincent, etc.
It was painfully cringeful for me having to listen to Cliff singing stuff like “Gee whiz it’s you” and in “Living Doll” ‘Some big HUNK can steal her away from me” and Adam Faith with his direct copying of Buddy Holly’s quivering voice type singing.
Words like “Dreamboat” and “Swell” and “Groovy” were often used here by the easily led.
Was you a Liverpool Dreamboat Gummy? I can imagine all the Liverpool Lu’s swooning as you walked along the old pier head “Gee whiz, there goes a real Dreamboat”
Click on this link for all the answers.
https://www.quizmasters.biz/DB/Pic/Silver%20Screen/Silver%20Screen.html
On My Own
On my own
Pretending he’s beside me
All alone
I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever
And I know it’s only in my mind
That I’m talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there’s a way for us
I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone
The river’s just a river
Without him
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
I love him
But every day I’m learning
All my life
I’ve only been pretending
Without me
His world will go on turning
A world that’s full of happiness
That I have never known
I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own
Songwriters: Alain Albert Boublil / Claude Michel Schonberg / Herbert Kretzmer / Jean Marc Natel
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life
Ah that’s lovely Sweetie, really nice.
I think that woman has the love bug bad, maybe she’s one of Gummy’s ex’s from Liverpool and she can’t live without her Mersey dreamboat.;-)
Just thinking, manys the dreamboat turned out to be a tug (thug), my sister married one when she was very young, thankfully they parted fairly quickly and she’s now happily married again to a lovely fella.
Thanks for posting the answers to the quiz Sweetie, I haven’t finished the third one yet so I can do it at my leisure and see how I do.
My God your all getting very sentimental tonight, everyone drinking gin?
See folks keep doing sentimentality, till everyone they know has disappeared.
Talking about finding old things in fields and in cliffs.
Believe it or not as it bothers me not, but back in the late sixties I was once commissioned by the national museum to put together a gold and silver chalice dated around 500 AD, found by a farmer while he was ploughing his field in Co. Meath, his neighbour was not far away, he was a sugar beet farmer, out standing in his own field I believe.
It was beside a skeleton and was battered and broken in six parts, the skeleton was in bits too but I don’t think solder and a cleaning would have helped him recover.
Who knows St. Patrick himself probably used it at some time, he was here in 432 so we’re told, the museum paid me handsomely for the job, bless their dear hearts.
I made up a children’s story about it, used to tell it me kids at bedtime, saying that as I was cleaning out the chalice I found some dried up seeds at the bottom, planted them and up came a thornless rose tree, it had green flowers and white leaves and special magical powers etc. etc. my kids loved it and still remember it well, they often slag me about “Saint Patricks Rose”
Aww, such lovely posts.
I am all sentimental now.
Geocaching
A couple of years ago I was fallowing my hobby of geocaching. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a bit like ‘hide & seek’ for grown ups. You hide something , leaving a small notebook and let other s find it from encrypted instructions on line. I was looking for a place to hide mine and as I pushed it into a small gap in the limestone cliffs, I noticed a ‘clinking’ sound on my watch strap. Looking and feeling around in the dark hole I found a bottle covered in dust but when wiped you could read a piece of paper inside.
The hole in the rock where I found it!
The bottle
The news paper
And the guy that hid it back in 1890’s.
nice pic of ya beard CM - you’d been drinkin the old grape juice again had ya ?
Ah a piece from one of my favorite musicals - is this part of the quiz by the way? For me it was a toss up between three notable singers who sang it in the show : Elena Markova; Elena Giardini or Lea Salonga??? hmm???
I guess pickin ya best singer is not an objective thing heh - lots of memories there and sentiments and love jangles but for me the voice that clicked the most was Elena Markova - now that yanked a few ones??
Miserable weather we’re 'avin heh?
Nah! This is a proper beard Gumbud!
