No man is an ISLAND,
just saying we need a few ferries.,dont’cha know.
Sorry/?
I’m sorry cos I’ve forgotten the author.Are you sure you saw it on stage & not “Daisy pulls it off” perhaps?
Yes, I saw it at Poole Lighthouse. It was VERY rude.
YEBBUT,our Sweetie is looking for a MAN…preferably,one with three legs,RJ!
So…a certain island near Angelsey should do,don’tcha fink?
What say we fix Sweetie up with Brian Ferrie???
Or Gummy Feral.
Oh,does m’main man win the trophy for humour,or WHAT!! WELL done,spits!
Robinson Crusoe is yer only man, he knows all about islands, you’ll probably catch him on Friday.
Ah good old Radio Caroline, memories, memories, the stuffy old BBC wouldn’t play pop music, neither would our own Radio Eireann, so Caroline was a Godsend to us teenagers back then, nice to see she’s not in the scrapyard yet.
Ho ho ho Pug me lad, I can see a wave of heavy slagging on it’s way from Australia.
Sean my eldest grandson called into me today, haven’t seen him for a while as he is studying hard for his college exams, he asked me how I was. I answered him thus
“You know the way Americans say ‘Shit happens”?, well I get violent stomach pains when it doesn’t happen, otherwise I’m grand”
I was trying to tell him in a trendy way that I was constipated, I suppose thats what comes from watching too many Victor Stallone films. 
My dear Jem…just ask bumgum for a close-up photo of himself attempting to smile…you’ll very soon have loose bowels,me ol’ mate!
Pug,
do any of these names mean anything to you,
OTIS< FRANK< PERCY< POMPEY?
I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time again!
The F word!
The Prodigal Son in the Key of F
Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow forced his father to
fork over his farthings. Fast he flew to foreign fields and frittered his
family’s fortune, feasting fabulously with floozies and faithless friends.
Flooded with flattery he financed a full-fledged fling of “funny foam” and
fast food.
Fleeced by his fellows in folly, facing famine, and feeling faintly fuzzy, he
found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy foreign farmyard. Feeling frail and
fairly famished, he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from
the fodder fragments.
“Fooey,” he figured, “my father’s flunkies fare far fancier,” the frazzled
fugitive fumed feverishly, facing the facts. Finally, frustrated from
failure and filled with foreboding (but following his feelings) he fled from
the filthy foreign farmyard.
Faraway, the father focused on the fretful familiar form in the field and
flew to him and fondly flung his forearms around the fatigued fugitive.
Falling at his father’s feet, the fugitive floundered forlornly, “Father, I
have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited family favor.”
Finally, the faithful Father, forbidding and forestalling further flinching,
frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch forth the finest fatling and fix a
feast.
Faithfully, the father’s first-born was in a fertile field fixing fences
while father and fugitive were feeling festive. The foreman felt fantastic
as he flashed the fortunate news of a familiar family face that had forsaken
fatal foolishness. Forty-four feet from the farmhouse the first-born found a
farmhand fixing a fatling.
Frowning and finding fault, he found father and fumed, “Floozies and foam
from frittered family funds and you fix a feast following the fugitive’s
folderol?” The first-born’s fury flashed, but fussing was futile. The frugal
first-born felt it was fitting to feel “favored” for his faithfulness and
fidelity to family, father, and farm. In foolhardy fashion, he faulted the
father for failing to furnish a fatling and feast for his friends. His folly
was not in feeling fit for feast and fatling for friends; rather his flaw was
in his feeling about the fairness of the festival for the found fugitive.
His fundamental fallacy was a fixation on favoritism, not forgiveness. Any
focus on feeling “favored” will fester and friction will force the faded
facade to fall. Frankly, the father felt the frigid first-born’s frugality
of forgiveness was formidable and frightful. But the father’s former
faithful fortitude and fearless forbearance to forgive both fugitive and
first-born flourishes.
The farsighted father figured, “Such fidelity is fine, but what forbids
fervent festivity for the fugitive that is found? Unfurl the flags and
finery, let fun and frolic freely flow. Former failure is forgotten, folly is
forsaken. Forgiveness forms the foundation for future fortune.”
Four facets of the father’s fathomless fondness for faltering fugitives are:
- Forgiveness
- Forever faithful friendship
- Fadeless love, and
- A facility for forgetting flaws
WOW Young Robert will love that Ciderz.
I’m off to my bed.
Good Night Possums. X
really?? - you never said that before ever - feck missed a few chances there then? Pug my sweet; darling honeysickle rose can you get off the floor for one moment - sp wants me to sweep everything up and out and I’m afraid the dust may get up ya trembling nostrils and start you trembling with excitement again - you know like you did last xmas when I gave you that lovely pink - opera dancers twirl around - those that stick out so we could see all the knickers - you know? [ he loves doin his twirls - don’t ya pugsie - do a twirl for SP - tippey toes ?]
eh yuz - who ya callin an INTO ? - yes I might be a thug and sometimes lowlife but never an INTO - pugs hit him!! - he’s castizin our lovely SP’s home from home - carpet to the ceiling mansion candy bar!
NO the heron Pugs NOT yaself - he’s into selfies a lot these days aren’t ya dear?
ah yes the infamous effs - there’s a lot of effin goin on about 'ere I can tell ya - there’s 'effin forest for a start and that reminds me of the interview with Parkinson and sir john mills - sir john was telling a story of one of his early stage appearances where swearing was required in the dialogue and some old geezer in the front row stood up and said " eh I paid good ‘effin’ money to come in 'ere I don’t wanna 'ear all this ‘effin’ bad language and promptly walked out.
and then there was the 'effilant and wheelbarrow up seth bank way that I used to frequent after my studies in old londideum
heh there’s a lot of effluence around here lately ain’t there just?? Pugs effluent wagon please - rush job needed!!
'ave ya got time for a bedtime story - well in my younger days I was studyin at the London University - yes Pugs a proper university not ‘nautical miles 101’ - and I lived some 50 miles away so had to catch one said train up to the smoke each day - when I boarded it was already pretty packed as it had started from Bournemouth full of rich filthy business crowd [ SP bunch heh] and they had just finished their breakfast when it arrived at my pick up - ya could hear them pickin their teeth and spittin out the bits. I used to buy the daily mirror in those days - when it was a good paper - no filth like the sun ya know! and we drew into waterloo station just as I finished the sports page - last page - from whence I alighted and walked a good 25 mins to my college of residences - oh happy days - I even remember the first topless bars opening - oh happy days - oh happy days when we all thought the sun would never set on the British Empire - Pugs !!! Pugs!!! the flag please oh and drum roll too!!
ps: oh pugsie bear did I tell you about posting utubes on here - it’s quite a simply act of intelligence you don’t even have to go to universal studios to learn it - go to announcements right at the top - no don’t stop and ask SP for directions she’ll just send you around in circles - and select ‘how to post a youtube’ and just follow simple instructions - yes they are in english but possible could be obtained in german or french on request - oh and while ya at it take along Jem as well - he’ll be a comfort to ya! - hold hands now firmly!
There is a flagrant fixation with fornicated fondants, at the Mo.
few fellows fornicate frequently in fondants and fewer favour fine females with forthright intent fearing frightening fecal fiddling in a field.
CM - can ya stop effin about and find ya G string please ??