Today 24 Sept. is the 50th anniversary of the death of that brilliant Irish navvy painter Pebbles Pickaxo, who worked in Gilligan’s stone quarry and could shift 16 tons of gravel in the daytime and come home and paint a masterpiece before going to bed, what a man!
Unfortunately himself and all his works were destroyed when he fell asleep with a lighted woodbine in his hand in bed, the little cottage he lived in and all it’s contents were burned to the ground, I believe his ashes went into the cement mixer and used to lay the new wider footpath in O’Connell Street, one has to ask oneself is that an honour or an insult.;-)
Reminds me of a naughty poem my BIL taught me.
I will have to change the words. It is a joke about an inscription on a grave.
Beneath this stone lies Mary Skinner
There is many a time that I have kissed her
I kissed her standing, I kissed her sitting
I even kissed her whilst she was knitting
But now she’s dead and long forgotten
I think I’ll dig her up, and kiss her rotten
NO but I did meet him behind the ivy - and he showed me his holly - it was all in bud!! Jem stop posting black screens!!
Oh,dear,Hon…I’m on Morphine & Tramadol…[a hilarious comedy duo,btw]
ooer you naughty girl does this have hidden sex appeal?
…only to they weirdo Ozzie blokes that kiss 'roos, bro…
Oh poor you Pugsy Wugsy. You need hugs.
You know how to use your imagination Gummy:lol:
pug you should be in bed you are not well - although we could insert you into a well if that would help - drugs are just a precursor to madness - live through the pain mon it’s much more exciting as the buddhist monk said to the sharp needle?
Was he sucking a Strawberry at the time?
well if that’s all you’re offering him wot can you expect? - spilling the medicine; not smiling - and dressed in a mini - nursing dress?? - he needs comfort not crumpet!!
Oh gawd l have frightened him off!
Errm…akshly,one was just injecting the dose of Morphine,munching two Tramadol-and totally ignoring the Ibuprofen. This bloody wrist is a tad uncomfortable…but got to wait a week for the op to repair it.
NIIIIIICE pic,Sweetie…will you wriggle past my bed holding fresh espresso, nurse? PLEEEEEEEZE???
I would do anything for you.x
Another week!!!
You poor thing. Xxxxx
Nah,it’s ok Honeybee.
One merely has to stand tall and beat down any pain.
SOD the paint will NOT win.
Mind you; this pinned plate, that he also managed to twist into snapping, in my artificial elbow is really uncomfortable.
[HOW can an artificial elbow give pain???]
The nerves Pugsy.
Yes,it was a [sort of] attempt to be jocular,Sweetiekins.
I’ve lived with pain for MAANY years now…and nobody can tell,which I’m proud of. Plus,tbh;once one’s mind is occupied with work [or music] the pain takes a distant back seat. Sorry if the attempt to overcome it by trying the computer [I’m back on the Dell using Unix,btw] as a distraction wasn’t much cop. I went around the paddocks with the ponies for a couple of hours,until the pathetically ineffective ‘‘painkillers’’ finally eased the edge off it.
I do apologise if anyone got miffed at me…
Don’t be silly Pugsy, we are ALL your friends here.
All of us wish you well, you should know that.
I do understand about a distraction, that is how often deal with trauma.
You don’t have much luck with Puters. But as long as you are happy, that is what counts.
‘‘Happy’’…OHHHH yes;I remember that!
That’s what astronauts are,when they get back into the stratosphere and the whiff of a McDonald’s 1/4-pounder cheeseburger hits their conks…
…right?..
It is possible to be happy, without venturing more than 10 miles from entering stage left, or right, from the entry point. Take up thy package and walk.