See Gummy, you miss the business opportunities, I’ve seen all these Grand Designs and, have yet to find a company, capable of making Net Curtains, of such a size to cover those vast expanses of glass.
Gawdon Bennet! good mornin’ all. I’ is good ter see such a busy lively fread. OK?
Lor’ luv a duck! Listen up, gang. Today I ‘ave adopted a new name an’ personality, If I like i’ I’ll carry on wiv me new name Bermondsey Bertie. Know what I mean?
you mean this cobber??
I’m Burlington Bertie I rise at ten thirty
and saunter along like a toff
I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand
Then I walk down again with them off
I’m all airs and graces correct easy paces
Without food so long I’ve forgot where my face is
I’m Bert, Bert, I haven’t a shirt
But my people are well off you know.
Nearly everyone knows me from Smith to Lord Rosebr’y,
I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow.
Nah Gummy that was my Grandfather I never knew.
Anyway it is wine day, I must go and buy some.
What are Scribbles plans for the New year?
I love it when those balloons all come down from the ceiling.
Your right Pug, a lottery for selecting them is a good idea, when things go wrong, as they always do, we can then put it down to simple bad luck, just like getting a rainy day when you’ve planned to go on a picnic, not to worry though they’ll be out before the next raffle, no time to feather their nests and connect to big business, fewer if any brown envelopes greasing palms.;-)
Gummy I don’t happen to know that fella in Antrim, or anyone in Antrim for that matter, I’ve never been across the border in me life,
Donegal and Dundalk is as far north as I’ve ever been. I hear Antrim is a beautiful county, maybe someday I’ll take the wife there for a weekend. Strange that you mention labouring work, I had a dream the other night about all the scribblers going to help Spitty get his new office finished for the new year grand opening, i jotted it down and I’ll post it after this post as it’s a bit longish, weird dream it was too.
Bermondsey Bertie RJ? Doing the Lambeth walk. We had a Bertie running the country several years ago, nearly ran it into the ground.
My God Sweetie is it wine day already? where did that week go? Enjoy it anyway.
I have to go out again tonight, God I’m a glutton for punishment.
I had the strangest of dreams the other night, and it was very vivid.
All the scribblers had decided to get together and surprise Spitty by helping to finish his new office in time for the new year, so we all showed up at his house with picks, shovels, chisels and saws, the whole works. Sweetie knocked on his door and Spitty opened it dressed in his Chinese silk black and gold dragon night gown. Surprise! surprise! says she as Spitty faints backwards into the hall.
We tried to work as a team but it wasn’t long before bickering broke out and soon Pug was at Gumbud’s throat with a size 15 spanner. Sweetie had to use all her charm to calm them down and after a while work recommenced.
Not being used to such manual labour meself I hit a main water pipe with my pickaxe by accident and water flowed everywhere, everything was going swimmingly as we all swam out the office door, it was starting to get dark by now and we were soakied to the skin so we stripped off to the bare nesscessities and began to dry our clothes under the patio heater, as Spitty had left his keys in the house and we were all locked out. The dream got a bit blurry then.
But after a while Spitty’s wife, the lovely Lady Ashlington Spittingford returned from her day at Royal Ascot and refreshed us all by serving up generous glasses of vodka, and then brandy to heat us up, bless her kind heart, she passed in and out of the conservatory with trays of goodies just like a modern day Florence Nightingale, delicately stepping around clothes and nearly tripping over Pugs trucker boots a few times. RJ insisted on keeping his bowler hat and tie on during the drying period, Captain Peacock will never be dead while our RJ is around, wild horses couldn’t pull them off him.
Anyway things were beginning to liven up and Pug had packed his guitar just in case it was needed, all guitar men do this I’m told, anything for an old twang, after a few drinks they usually use the stock excuse, “Well would you believe it! I just happen to have a guitar in the car, hang on till I get it” Surprise surprise again.
Next morning Spitty received a summons from the local cop shop, it appears five individuals were disturbing the peace and making a public nuisance of themselves by singing and dancing naked in his front garden. The demon drink again. We all said we will share the cost of his fine.
Lady Spittingford has ordered the demolition of the nearly wrecked office and banned all future projects her husband may dream up during his mental wanderings on the Planet Zotta 16.
Thankfully I woke up just as the court hearing began. I don’t think I could have handled the embarrassment of that.:shock:
And now an appropriate song in honour of our beloved Spitty, entitled “Don’t forget your shovel when you want to go to work”
Great Dream Jem, far from the office being demolished, Lady Spittingford is well aware, such constructions have real value, on planet Zoopla, and should be blessed with cracked champers.
Oh Jem, that is a cracker. x
Yes, it is definitely Crackers.
It made me laugh. 
bit of nostalgia for the oldies!
Not a Bowler, it was a black fedora, from Christy & co of London.
How are you all today, God bless all who scribble here.
Yes indeed Spitty I have seen photo’s of your handiwork and it’s second to none, you have a great pair of hands on yeh, long may you use them wisely.
My apologies RJ, I couldn’t think of the name of that hat, but you were indeed wearing a Fedora.
You were talking about the new years eve plans Sweetie.
I’ve told the old girls (the wife and a couple of her sisters) that the celebrations are over till New Years eve, they are not short of a few bob so they can go where they like till then but include me out, I’m just all burned out for now, I have to regroup my energies and we’ll probably end up in the local, three of the sisters live in our locality, the local is on a hill so I can just roll them all home at closing time.
I’m the last brother in law they have left out of 8 altogether, 7 have passed on and their offspring have grown and flown as they say, so I’m left to carry the can, they come to me with all their problems, that’s the worst of being a good listener, good talkers are inclined to overwhelm you and you can’t get a word in edgeways.
Ahem.
Just a quick word to correct your assumptions,Jem,old chap.
In BOTH my cars [although one is akshly a Land Rover,but,meh] there is ALWAYS a guitar in the back in it’s case,along with a harmonica.
One has various tools,items of Elfen Safety attire,several ‘Bag for Life’ shopping containers,water,oil,ALWAYS a can of WD40,plus a variety of ‘Might need that one day’-type items. Spare wheels & jacks are kept in cases.
SO - having spent today getting a rather ill friend’s Fiesta running efficiently,that she may visit the various local W.I. events [what DO they find to talk about so intensely?] and evening get-togethers,I’m wondering just how badly a car has to run before the driver says ‘‘Hmm…something amiss here’’. I’ve had to change the plugs [the gap was burnt away to almost three times the correct distance] the air filter [which was solid…it actually bounced when I dropped it on her drive] ALL the ignition leads [the fekkin spark was travelling up the OUTSIDE of those knackered,cracked,oil-covered lengths of crap],the distributor cap [which had TWO cracks in it AND one pole burnt to a nub inside,plus install a new set of points [the ones I took out had genuinely burnt to points and could not close on rotation!] I have t’say…I’m REALLY impressed with that little Fiesta! ANY other car would’ve just called it quits…but her little Thunderbug just kept popping and backfiring it’s way through the lanes at 12 mph. I have to say,in seriousness for a mo…WHAT a tribute to the 1300 Ford Fiesta,that it kept moving under such impossible conditions! … and here’s the best bit - I received a call just over 45 minutes ago from the lady in question,who genuinely is seriously ill,asking me if I can slow her car down a bit,as it’s ‘‘suddenly so lively’’. Yes,truly. She asked if it’s supposed to ‘‘accelerate so quickly’’ and if I could slow it down a bit. I explained to her about putting just a light pressure on the accelerator, not putting her foot to the carpet. [but I must admit to feeling a little chuffed] A good deed done,to end the year with.
Watched “Click” on beeb one this morning, and it put me in mind of these.
Beneath the stars there are the bars
That serve the bitter drink…
The barman smiles at me,
His wife she gives a secret wink…
They listen patiently to me,
My story I unfold…
I see their faces change,
The lights grow dim I’m losing hold…
I used to be a boy,
My heart was young and supple then
But no it’s stoney cold,
I’m old and I could use a friend…
My world is not like yours,
I come from somewhere long ago…
But now there’s no way back,
I’m lost and I feel so alone…
You can leave me in the air age if you like
But I’d dearly love to go back to my own time…
Life in the air age, isn’t all the brochures say…
Life in the air age, it’s too dangerous to stay…
Life in the air age, airships crashing every day into the bay…
Life in the air age, it’s all highways in the sky…
Life in the air age, all the oceans have run dry…
Life in the air age, it’s grim enough to make a robot cry…
Superenigmatix, there’s one hiding in the attic
And it’s getting all ecstatic cause it goes on automatic
When the lights go out
There’s one in the TV and it’s waiting there to please me
And I’ve got to take it easy cause I know that it can see me
When the lights go out
Inside, outside, watching me both night and day
Sometimes I wish I could make it go away
Sometimes when I’m dreaming, I awake to find I’m screaming
Cause they’ve taken all the meaning from the book that I was reading
When the lights went out
I know it seems outspoken but I’d love to see them broken
No more orders, no more slogans, no more keeping my eyes open
When the lights go out
Inside, outside, watching me both night and day
Sometimes I wish I could make them go away
Superenigmatix, always amateur dramatic
And they’re trying to get me at it
But I think I’m going to kick them in
Aww, Jem I always thought of you as a good listener. x
I think I have a face for that, I go outside our shopping precinct for a quick ciggy, someone asks me for a light, the next thing, I get their life story. My hubby then asks me , what takes me so long shopping:confused:
You are a good sort Pugsy. xxxx