I send greetings for antipodeas
And one of the south pacific isles
Yes I know we are all upside down
But it don’t affect the smiles!
When the mercury hit’s the 40’s
we still cook turkey on the spit
and lie about the outdoor pool
cos we can’t bring it in!
there’s fires raging in top end
and hailstones big as balls
falling on dear Sydney
and he didn’t even call!
We always have our chrissie lunch
Later in the day
You’ll understand the reason why
When I explain – the snowman lost his way
We try to make traditional with hymns
And prezzie wraps
But it’s not the same without howling winds
And slush and snow – all that
Sitting round a roaring fire
No not the one that’s in the paddock
The one contained among the hearth
With chestnuts cracking smart
Yes ya can’t beat a good old xmas
With ‘tric blanket on the buzz
Singing under mistletoe
With the au pair feeling snug?
So good greetings to the scribbles band
Of merry men and their widow [on loan from the south]
We could have all gone ‘round to pugsies place
But he’s all tuckered out
You’ve kept me going through this year
Even RJ has tarried a while
But it’s hard pushing ya own wheel chair
I sense he still has his smile
I know I’m rambling on a bit
But there are roses everywhere [get it?]
So I’ll just say all the best – cheers cheers and cheers!
Mind bogglingly good stuff scribblers, top marks to all.
I’m getting lost in a whirlpool of rhyme
With verse running up through my spine
There’s beer here and there, and poems everywhere
Sure I’m having a wonderful time.
I had a couple of envelopes on the mantlepiece for the various callers this morning, they are all gone now except the one for the Lounge boys and girls up in the local who supply me and my family with great service all year round, bless their sweet hearts, nicer and well mannered kids you couldn’t meet. I’ll give that to one of them tomorrow night, they share all the tips equally amoungst themselves.
First up this morning was Conor the postman, a real decent fella and I’ve kept him busy all year round delivering parcels from China, I get a lot of my jewellers supplies from China now, top quality and the very same items and brand I used to get from London but at a third of the cost.
Next was the coal man, he has a pocket on him like the poorhouse gate, everything that goes in is welcome, “Your coal is in the back Jem, and a happy Christmas to you” says he with outstretched manky black hand.
Finally the window cleaner, now this fella is extremely shy and won’t hang about so you have to catch him, if your not in he just cleans the windows then buggers off, calling for his money on the last Sunday morning of every month religiously, holidays or not, I think he does this so the ladies on his round can get a look at him in his Sunday best, as me Granny used to say, shy but willing, like a jackass eating thistles. I caught him as he was going out the gate and gave him the envelope, you’d think you were giving him a million quid he was so happy.
We used to have a paper man, but we don’t buy newspapers anymore, sign of the times maybe. Remember when newspapers ruled the media, not anymore I’m afraid, folks have copped on to the lies they are allowed print, I used them mostly for the racing cards and lighting the fire in winter, I can get the cards on the net now with a lot more information on form etc.
I was going to write a Panto for the thread but why bother, you’re all a pantomime in yourselves, you always cheer me up.
Many thanks to each of you for providing so much fun over the year, a truly wonderful bunch of people (not forgetting you Solo ;-))
I’ll be taking a break from here till after the Christmas, hence the buttering up so you won’t be talking behind me back.
Here’s how far I got got on the panto.
The Fairy Godmother took pity on Gumberella as she sat sobbing by the fireside.
“Have no fear, you shall go to the Ball Gumberella’ she said softly as she placed a gentle hand on her shoulder’
“Oh please Fairy Godmother do not mock, for I’ve nothing to wear, bar this old camouflage frock”
“Not to worry my dear if you’re feeling a little queer, we’ll soon fix that, now go get your hat”
When Gumbrella stepped out to her carriage she said “Fair dues”
For hitched to the shafts were six Kangaroos.
As she climbed into the carriage it was very jerky, ’twas no wonder because the driver was a wild Turkey, and it was Christmas after all.
Cheers and a very happy Christmas to you and yours.
Ah…seems I’m yet again too late to be part of the jollity.
…or,if that seems a tad ott,too early.
Either way,it’s been a bit of a night,with one friend suddenly collapsing whilst I was there,so 1st-responders called and gave cpr until they arrived.
Tip-toed away leaving them room to sort it,went to sort other friend out…and ended up making a mad dash to A&E with him as his stoma bag had actually split. Ohhhh,boy…he was sorted out with their usual efficiency,but I sat in the waiting room for two hours with NO change on me and a coffee machine smirking at me from 15 feet away. Anyway,all has ended well-they’re both back in fighting form-and the espresso pot is calling me.
hey,HERE’S an interesting [ok,a BIT interesting] thing…
I was just hunting through the drawers in this desk [there are four,all bloody massive,as this poxy desk is the size of an aircraft-carrier’s landing deck] and at the bottom of one,I found my old Nokia 3210. It’s been in there for a fair while,as I’m the bloke that’s always being moaned at by folk for not having a mobile ‘phone on my person. I can say in all truth it hasn’t been charged since May,coz that’s when I got this desk and shovelled the drawers full of ‘stuff I might need one day’. Yes,you already guessed-the flippin’ thing’s showing two bars of charge…AND,I just played Snake on it!!!
[scored 4…never was very good] It’s now charging-I might even remember to take it with me when I go out! [that’s MIGHT,not WILL]
