he’s got a nerve?
Good Night Possums. X
I keep thinking that it’s Tuesday today.
- ah well
Vesti La Giubba !
I say I say I say
‘A brain and a jump lead go into a pub. The brain says to the barman, “Two pints of beer, please, mate.” The barman replies, “Sorry mate. I can’t serve you guys. You’re out of your head, and the other one of you is bound to start something.”’
very nice clean one RJ - got any dirty ones like dirty spark plugs??
Yay Good Morning Young Robert.
You are in a jolly mood on this beautiful sunny day.
RJ I’m not playing with SP anymore cos she’s just stated that she’s not a teenager and I just thought that we only had teenagers on here - Jem - have you changed the rules about non- teenagers allowed here??
Ah shurrup Gummy.
Young Robert is in the jump lead, you are still sparking. Or even sparkling.
Can’t find my driving boots,so diesel do.
That’s perfectly alright Spitty, as long as you don’t take up somebody else’s package and run.
Zorba the Greek how are yeh, what about Sponge Bob? Absorba the Geek. 
What about the million collar man eh?
On Sunday I popped into the local on me way back from walking the dog. It was lashing rain and cold outside and I was enjoying a pint when one of the regular old lads says to me “Jem I think we are going to have an Indian Summer when all this cold and rain is done with” He says the same thing every year and he’s never right.
Another one he uses is “Red sky at night, Sailors delight” what exactly has a Sailors delight (whatever his delight is) got to do with the weather?
Speaking of Sailors, back in the 50’s/60’s Sailors from many different nations used to dock in Dublin Port, courtesy visits I think they were called, Russians, Americans, Germans, French, etc.,
One girl in our area was known as “UN Rosie”, everyone knew she was ‘on the game’, the UN stood for United Nations, she was a real stunner, I suppose she would be a Sailors delight and she was always seen in town hanging out of a Sailors arm.
As she got older her good looks began to fade and her figure spaced out, she became more settled and eventually got married at 50 to a retired boxer, he died about ten years ago, he was always mad about her right up to the end, it never bothered him what her past was like. She’s in her 80’s now and still gets out every lunchtime for her two pints.
Rosie my darling, the light of my life
How lucky I am that you are my wife
T’wasn’t easy to get you, I had to fight
For when you were once the Sailors delight.
A true case of forgiveness and lasting love, as Jackie Gleeson used to say “How sweet it is”
Ah,Jem;if I may?
‘Red sky at night’ invariably means the setting sun is,as it lowers toward the horizon,shining through dust particles in the lower atmospere. THIS,in turn,means the air pressure is high,usually blowing lightly from the West [due to the rotational direction of this planet] and thus,settled,fair weather will be in place.
[sorry if that made you yawn,Jem…just attempting to explain,old chap]
Oh…he’s gone.
Am I really THAT boring?!?!?!?!?
yawn once ; yawn twice ; yawn thrice - could you repeat that story Pug? - I’m nearly asleep better than counting sheep!
I SAID,YOU DORK-AND LISTEN,THIS TIME;
blah blah blah blah yakkity yakkity blah drone drone blah…and as it fell into the fire,MY how we chuckled…
Who is boring?
We don’t want any holes.
M!
I’M boring.
I’m MUCH more boring than HE is!
I’m flimsy.
I need to find something interesting to post.
I need some inspiration.
Where is Young Robert?
Tell me a story please. X
A story?
Ok…when I took my tests for my Tang-Soo-Do black belt,there was to be an ‘eminent person’ at the gym. None of us knew who this ‘eminence’ was. As I was warming up with the other three people also taking exams for their black belt,a voice said “Oh,hello-do you still prefer your tea strong,with no sugar?”…I span around-and there stood Princess Anne. We’d met a few months earlier,when I took an articulated lorry carrying sugar-beet pulp to Windsor Castle. I had one HELL of a job getting across one of the streams,as the bridge and my wheels were the same width,so they got scratched [VERY slowly,I must add!] Anyway,we were in the stables behind Windsor Castle,I got the ropes & sheets off,we started lifting off the bags of horse-feed [the pulp] and each one had to be lifted onto your shoulder and then climb a ladder,to pour it into the big hopper. One of the staff asked if I’d like a brew,and I said “Nottarf,poppet-strong,no sugar,please” and carried on unloading…until a male member of staff grabbed me and hissed “You do NOT address her highness that way!” …you can guess the rest…
BUT-Princess Anne came back into the stable,SHE was carrying a tray,with six mugs of tea and a packet of Rich Tea biscuits…and she was smiling!
She thought it was funny. We all sat on sacks of pulp chatting for ten minutes,as if there weren’t a princess among us. WHAT a nice lady!