I would but I got Trigger finger, nowt to do with del boy.
Good Night Possums. X
Well done.
There was I in the middle of posting something and the whole street went into total darkness, everything just blanked out by a massive power failure across the city, that’s the second time in a few months. It just goes to show you how we take things for granted, Phyllis was up the wall worrying about the stuff in the freezer, the last time it went out for 12 hours, I went out to the shed to get a few candles then upstairs for a book to read, I can read in the dark as I went to night school (Stan Laurel).
It’s back on now obviously.
i see you’ve been messin about with you ubends [utubes] again Jem and blacked them out too! maybe you’ve got too much electricity surging through ya veins? now listen ma man anyone who can keep this thread goin for 10,000 shots more does not give up. I was avin problems why only me good self the other day I’ll be tellin ya and tried to get that flit about SP to help and she couldn’t keep still for one minute and left me in the dark - Jem ah ya listen now ? - so back to basics I thought and went to the very top thread here ‘announcements’ and there it twas in all it’s former glory " how to post an youtube" honest ta god and hope to die " if I be lyin to ya laddie - follow that meticulously with the attention of a well honed jem cutter and all will be revealed - do not stop at ‘go to prison’ or marylebourne station and wot ever ya do avoid those flutterin eyelashes of the one we dare not mention by name - wink wink nod nod - ya know what I’m sayin me man?? - ok may the force be wid ya den!
Hi folks
oh dear , I’m too late
they’ve all retired.
ah well, now the room is empty I can recite some of my recent attempts at rhyming verses. I say “rhyming verses” to excuse myself from calling it/them actual POETRY.
Poetry springs from the heart, it comes from within.
Poetry exists before the words are typed
Poetry is a force of nature, just waiting to claim it’s existence.
Poetry can soar & raise the spirit.
Poetry can tell of the worst events in Planet Earth’s span
And of unspeakable motives.
And beauty and Grace, of love and selflessness,
forgiveness and generosity
Practice session over now, & I started off so well but I became carried away with half thought out impulses, hoping that my words would take on a life of their own.
Ah well time for me cocoa. I was given a large bottle of SOUTHERN COMFORT for my 70th birthday, but I can’t drink it because I am on a pill that reacts badly to alcohol.
Siht
I was also given a voucher for a slap up high tea. You know the sort of thing. Tiny cucumber sarnies, cheese and onion (red dontcha know)sarnies, scone clotted cream, jam, cream cakes, chocolate cakes.
You’d think that my sister would know that its poison to a diabetic. WE gave it away.
I am turning into a grumpy old fart.
Wheres my chum Pugs?
Where is his P.I.C, yon Gumbud?
fret no RJ we are only a stones throw away:
well now that RJ’s reached seven ooo
well don’t we damned well know it
he’s flouncin 'bout with new charged thoughts
a Poet don’t ya know it?
"The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
Oh and RJ among other things?
so give it all ya’ve got young Bob
just let the wax run lyrical
and maybe then we’ll get some sleep
or will that just be a miracle?? bom bom!
yes Pugs always better than a chemical formula - or some cosmic phenomena full of mumbo jumbo and signifying nuthin - nothing like a bit of Lewis Carroll to keep us sane!
erhmm erhmm - how can I put this politely?? - a slight overuse of the word Poetry perhaps RJ but overall well done me lad well done - sweetie pie will hand out the blue pills soon!
I must have typed that post in my sleep
Good Morning everyone
Goodness, I missed quite a bit!!!
Jem with his blackout.
Gummy looking for Pugsy with Robert. He works you know.
Now then Young Robert, you could have phoned and asked for a diabetic high tea.
Typing in your sleep, did the sheep not get in the way?
PS I can be your Southern Comfort, just don’t tell Gummy or Pugsy:mrgreen:
Ba Gum, your in fine fettle and more than able to turn them grand verses out RJ, long may you reign.
I always thought Southern Comfort was a pair of fur lined ladies knickers.
Gummy, “Let the wax run lyrical” sounds a bit like a clinical procedure to me, like when I was having me ears done the nurse was singing sweetly into my ear as the wax flowed out, utterly disgusting!
Pug thank you for the kind words me lad.
They invent a thing called a spell checker and it’s now responsible for most of my mistakes because of predicted text, I type the start of a word then think of how the rest of it is spelt, while I take me eye off the word another one is substituted, now I have to go back over what I’ve written several times to correct the spell checkers sometimes funny mistakes, three times the work, if your not alert and it gets through the text predictions can really make a monkey out of you, I think it’s all part of a conspiracy to turn us all back into obedient apes, progress me arse, it’s backwards we’re going.
The old dictionaries were really useless too for how can one look up a word when one cannot spell that word? It’s like the banks, they will lend you money provided you can prove that you don’t need it.
Ah tis a grand August day today, nice bit of sun out, not too hot and a nice gentle breeze caresses my brow as I sit in the garden typing this crap.
Number 2 grandson will be here shortly to tell us his exam results, I said to him what I said to me own kids all those years ago, just do your best and hope for the best, you can do no more so don’t upset yourself by worrying about it, fail and you’ll be loved just the same as you are now.
you need a pint of guiness after all that Jem - haven’t got the man flu have ya?
I most certainly do need a pint Gummy, I’ve built up a thirst that I wouldn’t sell for a grand, but I have to wait for the grandson, when he’s gone I’ll be like a greyhound out of trap 6 at Romford.
Thanks, chums for your unconditional positive regard for moi.
I have been suffering from chronic insomnia, but recently I have developed PARASOMNIA.
That’s a generic word concerning the way the brain knows when you are awake & when you are sleeping. BUT, when the brain frazzles you are left in a limbo & the body tries to act your dreams, legs thrashing, arms flailing, shouting and swearing. A bit like TOURETTES really.
HEY HO
this is what I wrote last night.
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I have before me
a very blank sheet
The sword of Damocles
hovering o’er me
the pressure’s intense
So I’ll try to make sense
Of the puzzle concerning
The matter perturbing
The strange unlearning
Or the odd reversing
Of answer and question
I’ll start the session.
Later…
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My latest post is about the times when you have the answer to something but you have no idea what the question was.
I suppose the ultimate example of this is from the HITCHHIKERS GUIDE to the galaxy. The answer was 42.
Here’s one written earlier
EX WIKI
Southern Comfort was first produced by bartender Martin Wilkes Heron (1850–1920), the son of a boat-builder, in 1874 at McCauley’s Tavern in the Lower Garden District, 2 miles north of the iconic French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana.[3] According to the New Orleans Convention & Visitors Bureau, McCauley’s Tavern was “just off Bourbon Street”, and the original form of the drink was called Cuffs and Buttons.[6]
Heron moved to Memphis, Tennessee, in 1889, patented his creation, and began selling it in sealed bottles with the slogan “None Genuine But Mine”[6] and “Two per customer. No Gentleman would ask for more.” Southern Comfort won the gold medal at the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis, Missouri
erhmm robbie old mate - d’ya want us to respond to all of that??
Don’t think so