Blimey…sorry about that! /I
I was just sitting here thinking about the comments…sorry.
I suddenly realised I was typing my thoughts,rather than merely thinking to myself. SO sorry,chaps! [and chappettes,natch]
IQ has been supplanted by IP.
blimey I only asked for a quick repose - that wouldn’t go down to well at the Dog and Duck innit?
is that’s why you write such short sentences?:shock:
No, it’s because I mind my P’s and Q’s.
only in the south chaps
I do appreciate some of the lovely words you use Spitty, Impingement sounds lovely to an uneducated dope like me, I’m going to examine it carefully then polish it with my chamois cloth and place it back in my dictionary, it’s too good a word to be left hanging around.
No impinging going on here, we never pinge other peoples stuff, it’s always all our own work unless otherwise stated.;-)
oh well, I’m off for a zimmer frame stroll down the local shopping centre, there’s always someone to interact with.
Take yesterday for example.
The number of “homeless” individuals dotted (Freudian slip there) spaced out along the 100 metres or so has grown inexorably since we moved into our retired persons, over 60, community and the odd figure begging for change has rocketed to 7, that’s in a year.
Now, I am just typing these thoughts as they come into my head, I am not Matthew Paris the journalist. Nor the Venerable Bede.
I must look gullible because, as in the time when I was having lunch in the centre ofd Sienna, the local village idiot espied me straightway.
“Your Queen is useless” the Italian barked in my face.
I was quite surprised to hear myself respond boldly with
“Well if she is useless she does it a very fine style”
Focussing once more on the gauntlet of people of no fixed abode I began to wonder what my today’s stroll would encounter.
Last week an elderly women graspede my hands & hugged me.
“You look sad & troubled” she said, taking my arm along the next 50 metres of charity shops,letting me go after she spotted someone else to hug.
Another day, a young man snuck up to me, held my arm, the other one and told me that Jesus told him to walk with me awhile, which the young man did, worried that my careful and slow footsteps might be insufficient to get me home.
Shockingly, he suddenly disappeared right in front of my
eyes.
I guessed that he was probably my guardian angel LOUIS, the last time he had words with me was in 1994 in Cyprus, Aya Napia to be precise, early May…
“Get out of the rat race, it’s killing you Bob” In the event I was within a year seriously ill & had to retire.
Time for my lunch.
Now here’s an observation about the 2 or 3 thousand Chinese students just arrived here during the autumn to study .
They are all huge. It’s not PC to say they bear a striking resemblance to one another any more, but they are a good head and shoulders taller than the previous generations.
There’s a chinese supermarket close by, I looked for “Tall
Pills”
Alas no stock.
RJ you are as usual very lucid and elucidate to the extreme - keep them coming - you seem to live in a fascinating community of drop outs; near do wells and clinging tramps - that was never the town I knew in my days around your parts - well nothing personal about your parts - but you know what I mean!
how are the mothers and orphans these days - only speak Arabic??
Gumbud, was this latest post, complimentary. I may have made my locality sound a bit off, or odd. Rest assured it is as flawed & fudged as the next encampment.
Yes I think so cos as a dyed in the wool (whatever that means) attention seeker craves approval. That’s my problem or as my very modern gramps used to say
“Your opportunity”.
Justamo, the phrase “Damned with faint praise” has struggled and pushed its way into my frontal lobe. I know this because of Phineas Gage’s accident with a crow bar.
Good of you travel across cyberspace in the middle your
night to post your views.
There, thats enough for this much misunderstood would be polymath to grapple with for now. An eidetic memory would help. Can I get one on Ebay?
You must miss your old place RJ.
God! isn’t daytime TV just crap, repeating the same old films over and over again, they must think we’re all senile and can’t tell the difference, “Hell Drivers” has been on Talking pictures for the past three days now, this station started off great now it’s descending into continually showing the same film several times in one week just like Film4, what a pity, we can all put up with a few repeats but that’s a bit over the top. I’m glad I’m exempt from paying the license fee.
Phew! that’s that off me chest.
I see there’s a thread entitled “Rules”, funny that I was just thinking about rules in general last night when I scribbled this down.
Rules Rule OK!
We are all bound by rules of some sort or other, from cradle to grave, we’ve always had rules even those outside the law have their own rules, and anyone who thinks we can all live together without rules is daft, we’re stuck with them like it or not.
Having said that I was told that in hell all the rules work in reverse, for example, if a sign in hell said “Don’t walk” you would walk, or “Do not Spit” then you would be obliged to spit. The devil himself likes his own little jokes and sticks a few bogie signs up here and there like “This way out” and “Don’t stand too close to the furnace on hot days” “Fire escape” “Ices” and so on, 50 lashes for each breach of the rules, it’s kind of hard to know what you are supposed to do down there but confusion of the mind is all part of your punishment, although I believe you get used to it after the first 10,000 years, so a chap from purgatory, the nearest place to hell, was telling me.;-)
Wonder what the rules are like in Heaven?
Jem, I wrote this poem 6 years ago.
Heaven is a wondrous place
Where all is calm, devoid of race
No black no white, no in-between
Precious metals, jewels are seen
Silver streams gush and flow
Golden raindrops , bright rainbows
I once went there I know not how or when,
I would like to go again
It was a wondrous place
I knew every face
Smiling at me amongst precious stones
Speaking softly in dulcet tones
“Is he coming soon” wafted the voice
“All in God’s time” then we’ll rejoice
His father’s here and now his mother
The heads turned , smiling at each other
“He’s struggling, can’t we bring him to Glory?”
“ A little longer , when he has finished his story”.
(c) RJ 2010
a poem for you dear!
It’s not there anymore?
the town of my childhood
is no longer there
oh the name’s still the same
but the familiar is rare
the village of youth
is still on the map
but it’s warmth and it’s kindness
has drained like the sap
the town of my manhood
has transformed itself
no longer slow hamlet
now bursting with stealth
the city I passed through
and spent just a while
has now become wilder
and oozing with bile
the southern most city
I eventually called home
has changed from meandering
built mormons of stone
so I moved even further
close to nature and bush
but that relentless machine
pours out concrete like dust
we think we grown smarter
techno freaks in our boxes
the odd drive to the country
then steal back ‘city foxes’
we’ve lost that connection
with calm and no bluster
with natures reflections
our worlds now lack lustre
© gumbud OZ
There seems to be a lot of copywriting going on, this is very reassuring.
RIGHT!
It’s been getting a tad droll on our ‘cheap ‘n’ cheerful’ special ‘muppets only’ forum of late. So-just to lighten the mood,PLUS give y’all a target to aim your hilarious wit at…I,PURELY by accident,found this photo,taken circa two months ago,as I was checking the HD of an old 'puta I’m selling.
Have a chuckle,chaps [and chaperinas,natch]
http://i65.tinypic.com/zwyu5e.jpg
erhh what erhh where?
Is it a Piccy of a Megabyte?
Eureka … I think it must be a pic of a pot of vanishing cream given by me to my OH a while back, we’ve looked all over for it. No sign of it until now.
Droll, mebbe. I think the regulars in here are a special bunch, there is a group connection that keeps us contributing to the thread regardless of our ups & downs. moods…
(dang that dotty line pops up everywhere)
I concur however it is somewhat of a challenge to detect mood swings on a flat screen with millions of pixies!
for example I had a flat line last night but it was only because I had pulled out my earphone cord and would not have been detected by other viewers. my greatest mood swings are on the porch with a cuban lady between my lips and a good slug of bourbon in me belly! I have been known to drop the cuban lady into the bourbon occasionally but this is a rare event and she never complains.
mind you dropping her grey fluffy hat into the bourbon would not go down well at all and when she falls between my thighs that causes a rapid swing in moods and elevations!
happy smoking playmates!