Ideas about what?
OoooooH! That does feel nice! 
I know how to…
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is that smut?
Ah someone’s been acting the maggot again I see.
Way back in my ‘courting’ days money was very scarce as I was on very low apprentices wages, indeed just a few years before I started serving my time one had to pay for the privilege of learning the jewellery trade.
Phyllis and me used to do a lot of baby sitting and there was never any shortage of babies, she had seven married sisters at the time, her eldest sister Maisie had a house full of little ones to be tended. We never charged or asked for any money for minding the kids but it was better than going for endless walks, especially in Wintertime, besides I always got on well with children, told them stories and all sorts of crap to keep them quiet.
Maisie’s husband would always leave a packet of fags and two bottles of stout for us on the kitchen table before they left for the pictures on Saturday nights, and when they got home he always slipped ten bob into my top pocket on the way out.
He was a little elfin type of a man with a large wide conker on him who never had much to say, he seldom smiled but I suppose that was part of his job for so long that he probably forgot how to, he worked as an undertaker all his life. He did very well out of it despite the stiff opposition.
Small and well besnouted he may have been but he had a very big heart too, to look at him you’d think he hadn’t a penny, but when he died at the age of 59 he left Maisie very comfortably off.
Phyllis earned good money as a shirt maker when she was in her teens, but I would never ask her for a penny.
One Friday night after I got paid and then paid out what was due to my mother and other things I was left threepence short of taking Phyllis to the cinema, when I met her I said I had a splitting headache and the pictures would only make it worse, we went for a long walk instead. When I said this to her many years later she got very annoyed indeed. I said I was a gentleman and it was my duty to provide the finance for the date, she said I was an idiot, full stop.
For What Binds Us
There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces.
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they join,
joints dovetailed on their own weight.
The way things stay so solidly
wherever they’ve been set down—
and gravity, scientists say, is weak.
And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There’s a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest-
And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.
Jane Hirshfield, 1953
I remember “much binding in the marsh” ?
I remember it too Gummy, on the radio in the 50’s, Sam costa, Dora Bryon.
Some of the catchphrases.
“Good morning, sir, was there something?” - Sam Costa, batman
“Oh, I say, I am a fool!”
“Have you read any good books lately?”
“Leave it with me, sir.”
“Leave it with him, sir.”
“Would you like to see my puppies?”
“Not a word to Bessie.”
"Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Sidi Barrani?
I’m sure RJ used to say “Leave it with me Sir” a lot in his game.
I once went along with a brother in law of mine when he was collecting his new handmade suit from the tailors, he was trying it on and looking in the long mirror in the shop, then the salesman said “Lovely Sir, it fits you like a glove” I said “It does indeed, pity about that, it’s supposed to fit him like a suit” He didn’t see the jest in it.
Glad to see Jems posts have not been removed.
PS, nowt to do with me, I don’t do smut anymore.
we didn’t think you’d stopped? - god I wouldn’t have enjoyed them so much if I’d known!
PS, nowt to do with me, I don’t do smut anymore.
[/QUOTE Spitfire]
Good for you Spitty, the lord welcomes repentant sinners with open arms, your penance for past sins shall be very lenient this time, venial sinners get off lightly here, say one hail Mary and put a tanner into the poor box on your way out.
However, mortal sinners are dealt with much more severely.
Now all together join hands and with well washed faces (and tongues) sing hymn number 2, “A band of Angels in the Sky”
So do the moderators.
After I posted Good Night, some stuff was posted, I had no idea what it was actually, but it was on my history, so I googled:shock::shock::shock:
I logged on in the Morning not having a clue, I just joined in.
So now you Know it wasn’t me. Anyway, it is gone now.
Naughty boys.
I dont think it was me, bit if I’m having trouble sleeping and wander intio here…I need supervising