naw - he’s none of them - loffa will do!
swe’ve got too many yanks hangin about here!!
“I am ruminating,” said Mr. Pickwick, “on the strange mutability of human affairs.” “Ah! I see — in at the palace door one day, out at the window the next. Philosopher, Sir?” “An observer of human nature, Sir,” said Mr. Pickwick. “Ah, so am I. Most people are when they’ve little to do and less to get.”
Did it ever strike you, on such a morning as this, that drowning would be happiness and peace?
“It wasn’t the wine,” murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. “It was the salmon.”
steady on SP you will be leading RJ astray with all this bard stuff! I wonder if Pugsie can muster up for this?
Mmm, I wonder.
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more to the point of exhaustion - come on pugsie - get ya war paint on laddie!!
On Saturday nights I never get tangled, knotted, or unravelled, I simply get locked.
Some fine scribbling going on folks, it makes me heart swell with pride, well done the lot of yis.
It’s spitting rain here while the pope is about a mile and a half away in the Phoenix Park saying mass for the massive crowd gathered there, pity the weather isn’t nice for it.
I saw that on the TV Jem, such a shame.
Anyway, I am continuing with Dickens.
I know ya don’t do politics ; religion or sex on here Jem - well ya past the sex bit heh ! - but ya’ll all finally gonna become secetarian bird!! and kick the holy post!! yahooh ; may apologies if I’ve offended ya sexual feelings and give Phyllis my love too!
I have Great Expectations.
we all have on here SP but ya just ain’t fulfulling em! - take ya clothes off instead of fluffin about in those silky nightwear thingos!
“He who has conquered his own coward spirit has conquered the whole outward world;”
“Don’t be led away to think this part of the world important and that unimportant. Every corner of the world is important. No man knows whether this part or that is most so, but every man may do some honest work in his own corner.”
yep I remember conquering my own spirit - I just looked at the bottle and said - you’ve got drink all that in one go lad!
Of course I’m not offended Gummy, the church and me parted company many many years ago, I just cut the middle man out and now I say me prayers directly to the main man. The speeds are much better too, 1,000 Mbps and powered by SIRO. (Sacred Internet Relay Org.)
I thought I posted this earlier but I must have forgotten to press the send button, apologies if it appears twice.
“The time has come,” the Gumbud said,
"To talk of many things:
Of cigars— and aching backs—and alcohol tax–
Of Kimberley—and Diamond rings
And why his tea is boiling hot–
And whether Saints have flings
The Walrus and the Carpenter, my great Aunt Peggy had a Walnut sideboard made by a master carpenter from Ballyjamesduff, perhaps the Walrus was mad=Wal-nut, and the carpenter took a hatchet to him and made a sideboard out of him. I could never figure out what a carpenter was doing hanging out on a beach with a Walrus while he could be busy turning out beautiful furniture, also I never quite understood how a walnut sideboard was actually made, how many walnuts does it take to make a decent sized sideboard, and how do they get the wrinkles out of the shells, pity we have no scribbling carpenters here. I know Rosewood, if she ever got the chance.
Reading the weird writings of Lewis Carroll is an excellent way to escape from this troubled world into a land where anything is possible. 
Mad Hatter: In the gardens of memory, in the palace of dreams, that is where you and I will meet
Alice Kingsleigh: But a dream isn’t reality…
Mad Hatter: Who’s to say which is which?
Time: Everyone parts with everything eventually, my dear.
Alice Kingsleigh: You’re you again!
Mad Hatter: Well, if I’m not, I wish I was. Have we met?
Alice Kingsleigh: Yes! Well, no. I mean, not yet.
Mad Hatter: That’s funny. Actually, I should know you.
Alice Kingsleigh: Well, we have met once when I was younger.
Mad Hatter: Well, I’m afraid I don’t recall.
Alice Kingsleigh: That’s because it hasn’t happened yet.
Mad Hatter: Oh. When will it happen?
Alice Kingsleigh: Years from now, when you’re older.
Mad Hatter: [confused] I’ll meet you when you’re younger and I’m older.
Alice Kingsleigh: I realize it doesn’t make much sense.
Mad Hatter: [pauses] Makes perfect sense to me. I’m Tarrant.
Alice Kingsleigh: [shakes his hand] I know. I’m Alice.
Mad Hatter: [amused] Alice? You seem to have time all mixed up.
I think he has gone shy.
NO apology required,RJ,old chap. Your humorous response was merely a reflexive reaction to surprise,accompanied by candescent uncertainty regarding whether you were pleased at the recognition of yourself as a valued contributor…or slight bemusement at finding a post in which you were involuntarily involved without prior permission or expectancy. Either way,non offensionum,old chap. [and if dumbug is still awake,having attempted to understand attribution variances in sobriety of expression whilst retaining equilibrium of humour…it’s because he’s still chewing his crayon and dribbling down his bib]. Oh-plus he has ZERO command of Latin. [duhhhh]
Is scribbles in meltdown, or, has it always been.
Back in the day, you thought you had folks marked by their habitual behaviour, so, you visited there usual haunts, but they were nowhere to be seen, that was unusual.