Gummy I thought I told, I’m a Lover not a Fighter.
This section of Scribbles has been running for two and a half years now, how long before the de-potentialization process is complete?
I was sent these by a friend.
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Kids, you just gotta love em.
“Depotentialized” That’s a real cracker Spitty, had to scratch around a bit to figure that one out, anyway the answer is we should be paradoxically delimited any day now, I believe it doesn’t hurt much, and you get a pen a badge and a cup of tea with a wholegrain biscuit afterwards, so you can stop worrying old bean.
“[…] and social) becomes a distinct realm of human praxis - and at the same time paradoxically delimited and depotentialized.”
You can’t beat the things kids come up with Sweetie, they never cease to amaze me. I love them.
It made me smile, Jem. I have asked him to send me more.
His wife is a primary school teacher.
Talking of being a kid (Not a goat!), do you remember being asked what you wanted to be when you grew up?
I hadn’t got much choice Sweetie to be honest, but I was lucky, most boys in my area left school at 14, the legal age here to do that, then went on to ride a messenger bike for the big stores in town, that’s what I was doing when I made a delivery to a jewellers, they were looking for a boy to act as general dogsbody and were paying ten bob extra to what I was getting, eventually I was made an apprentice goldsmith and I’ve never looked back since.
I dearly would have loved to had a good education, but circumstances being what they were the family needed every penny that could be earned back then.
This is the hedge I trimmed yesterday, it’s over six feet high. I’m happy enough doing the inside, but as I said once I go out to the street to cut the other side people kept stopping you to have a yap.
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See those two telephone wooden poles, well they have been there since these houses were built in 1930, they are still as solid as a rock even with the extra TV and internet heavy cables attached, they knew how to make things last back then eh?
Jem just a few comments re above: you mention you dearly would have loved to have had a good education [notice I spruced up the sentence a bit?] but Jem you keep amusing us well here all the time with a vast range an anecdotal comments stretching over milleniums of nonsensical information - and that is good not bad! most of your sentences are well structured and it is only occasionally that you lapse into gaelic and that is amusing rather than frustrating!
and now to your hedge - I seems that you have a certain pride about your hedge - your in fact six foot hedge that you point out so precisely. but let me ask you a question Jem - wouldn’t it be much easier to trim a three foot hedge and you could do most of it standing on the inside. Psychologists will tell you that having a need for a furkin six foot hedge is a fear syndrome - a fear of people looking in and seeing perhaps how well off you really are - yes it gives you privacy but what are you really hiding? Now Jem when you go outside and trim your 6 FOOT HEDGE , you mention that people stop and talk to you about all sort of manner of things - that is good Jem - you are fulfilling an essential social function - people may be lonely and need to talk - what would be even better is that you invite them into that beautifully manicured garden for tea?
Anyway I do understand that I have given you many thoughts to ponder on there so will leave it as is at the moment. I could talk at length about the wear and tear on the light posts you mentioned and was even wondering how tall you are cos that goalpost looks pretty small to me?
still enough for now - how you don’t mind me intruding but I am actually 6 foot 6 inches and so can see quite easily over your hedge - or are you just hedging your bets??
love to Phyllis as usual! xxx
ps: wot is the function of the 2 ft wooden fence?
Ahh Gummy, how nice of you, you really are a big softy under that rugged outdoor exterior, I tink yo kindly.;-)
That hedge used to be much smaller, three feet to be exact, and one hadn’t a minutes peace with all the neighbours and everyone else gawking in as they passed, we wos like exhibits in a zoo, monkeys on display for all to watch, you see we are on the mouth of a cul-de-sac, there is a busy road at the front of the house.
I made that small fence to keep my dog Rocky 2 from escaping out under the hedge, he is not a very bright dog, in fact he’s an idiot by times and might do himself an injury should he get out.
The dog is called Rocky 2 because Rocky 1 died of old age, the wife’s idea not mine.
Well I have just stopped laughing about Gummys’ comment about the fence.
There are times when little things just send me into fits of giggles.
Lovely posts today btw.
I was actually referring to what do you want to be when you grow up, at a much younger age. I still have lots of my school stuff from Infant school. I wrote that I wanted to be a builder. I read that the other day. I am still struggling to sort through my late Mother’s stuff. I can only remember being fascinated by the new houses being built in Windsor.
I still remember it was a field. Stupid I know. Windsor my place of birth, has not changed that much really.
Introducing you to the Secret Sisters.
This is more like it.
RJ, this thread needs an Autopsy!!!
Spitty!!!
What!!
Good Night Possums. X
lol
Love Gert & Daisy. Their real-life brother being Jack Warner (Dixon of Dock Green.)
A special mention for Ada & Cissie, impeccably reprised by Les Dawson & Roy Barraclough.
Finally their ladyships Dame Evadne Hinge & Dame
Hilda Brackett
“What, what,what!”
Jimmy Edwards???
What is it that makes men dress up as women?
I am not referring here to transsexuals, transgender, misleaders or any others who may have difficulties in finding their intended or adopted sexual orientation.
No, that’s a whole new discussion. Pursue it if you wish, chums.
I mean the custom of men dressing up as women, largely in the theatre or entertainment. Pantomime comes to mind.
Is it, like the case with Ventriloquists, disguising themselves as women, certain men find deep recognition and liberation in expressing their inner beliefs, often in an outrageous way?
Barry Humphreys is a classy examp0le. Old Time music hall would have been all the poorer without Danny La Rue.
Moving on to Drag Queens, Ru Paul reigns supreme, now that Divine has passed.
Pantomime is full of Widow Twankey lookalikes.
I see this subject broadening when we come to consider modern dames, Paul O Grady, Christopher Biggins, and Melvin Hayes et al.
Knickers are all I have to say on this topic
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i’m coming to find yous all
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