Rules is rules, no exemptions, that’s where chaos comes from.
the rules still stand - but you head has had too much jackhammer shakin man - loosen up and fgs take off ya shoes but you can leave your hat on!
Sorry, advice from a part timer falls on deaf ears, just sign the attendance register.
A controlled spat is Ok, better than an uncontrolled spit.
oeer - that one really hurt!! and you of all people - the advice and support I’ve given you through the life of this thread !
Attack and defence, the approach of a solo artist.
Yes Sweetie, I’m still not the better of that shock yet, but I’ll get over it.
“Shed your clogs as you cross my door
For your germs may invest my rugs”
“Madam, you already have germs galore
And your dog is crawling with bugs”
Now for something a little more light hearted, prompted by one of Spitty’s recent threads.
“Where do you go to my lovely, when your alone in the crypt”
I believe the “you” bit or the soul if you like never really dies, your body and your lifestyle actually change in front of your eyes as you get older, you get all sorts of ailments until the old shell can take no more, it’s worn out, useless, broken beyond repair, alas finished.
But the real you carries on suspended in space until an available new body comes along, then it’s just floats into that new body for another lifetime, of course you forget all about your old body and all it’s memories, this process goes on and on until the human race becomes extinct. Your new life can be either heaven or hell depending on the luck of where you are “Dropped” and into who’s bosom one falls.;-)
I’m not complaining but I think I was dropped in the wrong century, nay the wrong decade, the 30’s would have been ideal for me, a plastic free world where you used a phone to talk to someone else, things were made to last not to throw away, a man was a man and a woman was a woman, everything nice and simple and no hassle.
I’m hoping me next drop won’t be in this century after what I’ve seen of it so far, I’d prefer the stone age to this mad scramble for survival, have we have finally reached the dog eat dog age?
Hmm some deep stuff there Jem - I’d lay down take off ya shoes and have a Bex?
Jembo, nail and head.
And much appriciated it is too Gummy old boy.
see ;see ; see wot I mean - perfekt example - ta SP - I suppose those our ya son after a late night revalee?
THE 1930s !!!
I thought that was the age of depression. The naughty nineties were good.
Not as good as the 70s Whippersnapper.
Would you believe I’m so knackered from work today that I even had to forego my few scoops in the local tonight? How’s that for commitment, if they could bottle that kind of commitment and serve it free in the pubs the country would be thriving.
I’m off to bed now, I’m too old for the work game, see yiz all tomorrow.
god he must be mad if he can ignore that!!
Who Pugsy? Yes, I think he needs to rest.
no Jem! and that should read he must be mad not bad!
Gawd I am tired. I think they are coming for me.