oh good oh!
Am I on the right thread?
You sure are Sweetie, unusually harmonous ain’t it today?
Interesting about Southern Comfort RJ, although I never acquired a taste for it, or any other spirits really.
My family never produced any spirit drinkers that I can remember, all mostly beer men, the women drank either sherry/wine or a half pint of Guinness, a fully grown man would not be caught dead with a half pint glass in his hand, I remember one time a tourist came into our local and asked for a half pint of Guinness, the barmen smiled and said
“I’m very sorry Sir but we don’t serve half pints when we’re busy”
“Why’s that?’
“Cos it takes too long to wash the lipstick off the glasses”
Then there was me Uncle Joe, he would sometimes take a Jameson whiskey with a dash of Schweppes peppermint cordial in it, swore by it as a cure for an upset stomach, a “Jemmy and pep” was the call when his stomach was howling, but as soon as he was back to normal it was on with the pints again.
God rest his soul, he was a harmless auld devil, never married and worked very hard in the road freight department of C.I.E. the semi state body in charge of Irelands transport. He was mostly employed in the furniture removal section and was always coming home with bundles of books that people gave him when they were moving house, the brother and me were never short of a read when we were kids.
Confucius, he says.
“If you know not where you’re going then any thread will take you there”
Confucius, he says.
“If you know not where you’re going then any thread will take you there”
selah
As my gramps used to say
“if a thing is worth doing it’s worth doing twice”
Deja vu?
My parents’ never had any books when I was a kid, I was dependent on relllies, neighbours and the school library to feed my voracious appetite for reading.
I was a difficult child & had ideas above my council estate location background.
Our front parlour was reserved for my father’s brother who turned up after their wedding and stayed for years.
A tough seaman he was sick on my mother’s lino once too often & she said either he (ROBERT) uncle Bob goes or I go.
It was touCh and go for a while.
After Bob went he left the SEVEN PILLARS OF WISDOM written BY that chap Lawrence of Arabia.
I never read them cos there were only 2 volumes that I could see & my dad said they weren’t suitable for me to read. This was my first knowing encounter with parental hypocrisy, for in the sideboard behind the books on the CORONATION were the PERFUMED garden & the KAMA SUTRA.
You’ll be pleased to know that i am all typed out
BBL
A story at the Candy Bar.
I will re-post here if you want???
I’m sure there was much learning to be done, on the Estate.
WELL???
I see Pugsy is having a bath.
That’s my SECOND one this centu…er…I mean,yea…[soddit]…MONTH!
Cor you smell nice.
Will Scribblers survive the latest round of Whims? is everyone just avoiding the Squonk syndrome.
Life can be very frustrating!
The lighted match that breaks in half just as you have struck it!
The pipe that’s out but starts a fire within one’s jacket pocket.
The ember that jumps from the fire, it’s whereabouts in doubt!
These pyrotechnic wonders are sent to try us out!
The cup that empties itself out when carrying a tray,
The champagne cork that pops itself when 20 feet away,
The milk that boils while someone knocks politely at the door,
These things are sent to try us out- but isn’t it a bore?
Just in Time
It’s in the Kanban
Lovely Jubbly
Stick it in the Van
But, the process
forget that
Look at the Princess
Oh Drat
I was got by the spin
Should have ignored the Din.
don’t matter
Just await the begin the begin.
Time to hit the sack my friends
Before you drive me round those bends
You put up with my nutty posts
You watch the boys and all their boasts
But all in all I have to say
I always come back every day
So now I leave you and say Goodnight
At least I’m happy you will not fight.
Aww,Sweetie-off to bed you went,
leaving my heart broken and in descent;
so I’ll count the hours until your return
and pray that my poor broken heart doesn’t burn.
Awake! For morning in the bowl of night
May give our Sweetie Pie a fright
And lo! The hunter of the east
Has caught her bosom in a noose of light.
(With apologies to Omar Kayyam)