Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

A night out with Bach; Rock & Roll and Theresa!

[CENTER]A night out with Bach;Rock & Roll and Theresa![/CENTER]

Bach Brandeburg Concerto No 3 in G major – I Allegro

Now this is definitely me in my teen years getting ready for a night on the town and getting all excited and spruced up – brothel creepers on – drain pipe jeans – fluorescent green socks – purple shirt and long black coat with sleeked down brycleemed hair out looking for some skirt!!
The music is racing and exciting and jaunty and relentless!! Ya!

II – 13 seconds didn’t last long – I must have passed out? Andante?

III – Allegro – ah here we go again on the run – out on the pavement dashing down the road must catch the 7.30pm into town – oh dear me hair is flying! Caught the bus – but me heart is still racing with excitement – meet at the Roxy and rock and roll a bit! – I ‘ll be knocked soon at this rate? - he’s baching mad!

IV – Jesus Joy of Mans desiring – we arrive at the Roxy and how opportune – there is my desire sitting in the far corner in her lime green dress and pony tail blonde [Richard tilling piano – thought it was gonna be jerry lee no less?] I waltz across my legs feel sorta wobbly !

V – Air on the G string – she rises and smiles and takes my hand as we glide around the floor – and my mates’ urgent pleas I recall – you must find the G spot! – I breathe in the sweet smell of her perfume and think how do I handle all of that? – I’m becoming woozy!

VI – Toccata in D minor – God they changed the bloody tempo – wot is this a sambo or fandango flamenco? – I think we just need to sit this one out and catch her breathe! The blood is surging through my brain – she is whispering something through my right ear but I can only see moving lights and her cymbals banging!

VII – I Allegro – can’t figure this one do we foxtrot or boogie or do the rock and roll – can we sit this one out too – please?

VIII – II Largo Oh thank God a slow smooch at last – now what were those sweet words I was supposed to whisper as we stagger [glide] around – oops sorry about ya toe!

IX – Allegro – Oh no not another fast rock and roll one – can someone sit on the disc jockey?

X – I -Allegro – More of the same, these Bachanians Germans certainly knew how to do there thingy on the dance floors

I’m out of here – she’s promised to show me her G spot on the way home – she says it’s either at NO 31 or 33 Gropping Mews just behind the garden shed!!

ps: XI - Largo - we’ve arrived behind the garden shed at 33 and there is a nice bench to sit upon and …- well I’ll tell ya the rest tomorrow!

I have to take the FIL to hospital once a week, across from which is a large park, a calm oasis in which to walk, there should be ghosts there, but, there aren’t, not one whiff of 40 year old ectoplasm, not that one is particularly searching of course, there is a chance the ghosts went south, with the bravado.

re 11821
Go figure Gummy Bummy


re 11820
Great taste in music… RESPECT

Nice take on Bach Gumbud

When we were young our days were always filled with one drama or another.

For women is nearly always the Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet approach and for the Men usually a lot of Wagner with a touch of Saint-Saëns’s Dying Swan chucked in :smiley:

Fireworks originated in China during the Han Dynasty to frighten and ward off evil spirits. The people in the Han Dynasty would throw bamboo stems into a fire to produce a loud bang.

They strongly believed in the existence of evil spirits and thought that the sound of this explosion was loud enough to scare the spirits off. Getting rid of the evil forces was a sign of happiness, and so bursting of bamboos became closely associated with joy and celebrations.

Whilst hammering the jeep down to Stanley Fort you could guarantee a local would jump out in front of you in the hope that you would kill any bad spirits that were following them. If you managed to slam the anchors in time on you got a curse and a filthy look for thwarting their effort but if they cleared the jeep they ambled off happy as Larry whilst you attempted to recover from a potential heart attack.

On a couple of occasions neither worked and the evil spirits got their way which meant a nominal payout to the remaining family of the squashed local which I suppose for some caused the looked for joy and celebration.

Life is always a bit like a fire cracker :wink:

AAh but what of the Rudolph Nureyev production of The DAnce of the Knights, from Prokofiev’s Romeo & Juliet.

BoOM de BoOm de Boom de Boom de

closely followed by THe DEath of Tybalt, same production, stirring stuff.

Oh yes The Dance of the Knights . You can imagine hundreds of armored knights marching across a muddy rain soaked battle field…creaking and moaning like mad .:smiley:

That’s what probably set Mercutio and Tybalt off arguing on who caught the worse cold. Stirring stuff indeed :wink:

Hey to our most esteem leader Jem - are you having a bet on the Irish mare running in the Melbourne Cup tomorrow?? - and if so how much did you put on it and what odds? - we’ll help you share your winning with Phyllis of course too!!

Ooh Ok Possums I got the messages. xxxxx

I have just returned from the hospital, a follow-up check on my son with the pains in his stomach. The consultant was Mr Coddle, I was expecting his nursing assistant to be Miss Guinness.:lol:
After driving round in circles looking for a parking space, I saw him having a crafty fag in the corner. In fact, there was a whole group of hospital staff, must be the stress.

Did someone mention buses?
My late Father used to have this expression, he used it to people he disliked - “Why don’t you go in the road, and play with the buses”, as I child I was confused, but I think now, there are a few people I might like to say that too.

I will have a read back later my lovelies. x

let’s hope they can get this sorted out this time heh - sounds like a bit of a mystery heh?

O’Brien has three nags in it, Yucatan, Cliffs of Moher, and Rostrovich, I would imagine Yucatan is the pacemaker so I’ll rule him out, Rostrovivh is a three year old while Cliffs of Moher is four, as it’s nearly a two mile long flat race I’ll take the older nag for the long road, so it’s 5 euros each way @14/1 on Cliffs of Moher, and may all the other horses see nothing but the arse of my selection all the way round. Good luck to all in this magnificent race.:slight_smile:
Here’s the betting as I type.
Forecast: 7/2Yucatan, 8/1MagicCircle, 10/1Muntahaa, 10/1CrossCounter, 12/1BestSolution, 12/1Avilius, 14/1CliffsOfMoher, 14/1APrinceOfArran, 16/1Marmelo, 16/1Youngstar, 25/1VenturaStorm, 25/1Finche, 25/1Rostropovich, 33/1SoundCheck, 33/1Runaway, 33/1ChestnutCoat, 50/1WhoShotThebarman, 50/1VengeurMasque, 66/1Nakeeta, 66/1Auvray, 66/1RedCardinal, 66/1AceHigh, 100/1SirCharlesRoad, 200/1Zacada
Last Updated: 5 Nov 2018 08:44:51

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Hundreds of people have attended an event in Dublin to mark the arrival of a six metre high sculpture of a World War One soldier in St Stephen’s Green.
The sculpture, named ‘The Hauntings Soldier’, represents a soldier returned from war, battle weary and forlorn. It is on display to coincide with the centenary commemorations to mark the ending of World War One.
it was created by Slovakian artist Martin Galbavy and constructed by Chris Hannam at Dorset Forge and Fabrication. The sculpture was made from pieces of scrap metal.
Thousands of Irishmen died in the great war, including my grandfather and his brother.

Jem I do like these statues that are made from scrap especially this one. They give an extra pathos to a figure

Galbavy created the sculpture from a commission by Dorset woman Jo Oliver, who wanted something that resembled a weary soldier coming back from the war.

He used horse shoes, bed springs, brake discs, spanners and other assorted metal detritus, right down to the detail of the soldier’s shoelaces, which are made of chains.

Sometimes life is a beach.:mrgreen:
I have just talken this.

Hi Solo…:hug:
Jem, Pug, Spit, and anyone else who is around enjoying this wonderful thread.

Just popped in to do some reading and see what is new here. I vote this as being one of the most ineresting threads on OFF…

Blue:-D

What mystery Gummy Bear?

Afternoon Blue. Nothing like a bit of interesting miscellania for keeping the old grey matter alert. You can’t beat Lerts can you :023:

Are we going to Spitty any winnings?:wink:

Help!!!
My hubby is turning into his Mother.
Now my Mother had me when she was 19.
So most other Mother’s always seemed more like my Grandmother.
Hubby’s Mother had him in her 40s!!!
She always seemed batty to me.
It didn’t matter what food I cooked, it was always cold to her!!!
Mainly because she spent more time talking, then eating!
If I cooked Chinese food, it was, I am not eating that foreign muck!
So, I would make something different just for her. Then it was, why am I being treated differently. Now lately, my hubby says things taste different! No say my son’s.
But according to him it does.
So I cook something different for him, and guess what? Yep I am treating him different! What do I do?

Had you been born when I was single Sweetie you should have married me,:lol: I was never fussy with me food, anything that was put on the table was good enough for me. The way I see is if a woman goes through all the trouble of preparing a meal for you the least you can do is say thanks and then eat it with a smile on your face, and everyone’s happy.:smiley:

Remember that old seafaring rhyme.

“The Captains daughter Mable
Whenever she was able
She gave the crew their daily stew
Upon the galley table”

All happy Sailors I have to say.;-):smiley: