Who remembers David Bellamy? Now there was a man who knew his onions. That big bearded rwound happy face of his would light up the grween house as he descrwibed the varweious plants “And here we have the habcious corribacus, a bweatful big member of the nossicical family, big rwed petals and sprwaling spacious leaves…” and his hands all over the place, what a wonderful man.;-)
First Crakerjack, now Tiswas.
Love it.
Good Night Possums. X
but the night has a thousand eyes!
Roses
I like roses, there are so many kinds and colours.
Those big cabbage roses that don’t smell like cabbage.
Dog roses with no dogs.
Beach roses, never seen any on my beach.
China roses are smashing.
Some climb, some bushy, some very thorny.
The fascination with roses is amazing.
The songs like - The Yellow Rose of Texas, Rose Garden and many more.
Then there was the War of the Roses.
Sayings like - She is an English rose, rosy cheeks, seeing the world through rose coloured glasses.
So many things from just one little bud.
I’m not a flowery person but I think everyone loves roses Sweetie. 
Then we had the old teddy boy haircuts and the bit of hair hanging down in the front, known as “The bunch of roses” Some lads had huge bunches and others were content with a little bunch. John Lennon had a small bunch before he and the other Beatles settled for “the Bowl” style.
I had a medium sized bunch of roses on me mallet.
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I never knew that Jem.
I thought the back was called DA ducks arses?
So I guess flower power was not your thing?
Oh well you never promised me a rose garden:-)
Yes you’re correct, the DA was indeed at the back.
Tony Curtis was credited with introducing the DA, there was a song we used to sing to the tune of Davy Crockett
“Tony, Tony Curtis, King of the Teddy Boys…” can’t remember it now.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I said it was me,
It was actually you.
Roses are red
violets are blue.
God made me sexy
what happened to you?
Roses are red
I have a phone
Nobody texts me
Forever Alone.
Those Happy Hippy Days.
Oh to be a flower child in days gone by
Free as the wind and the birds that fly
Long hair flowing, with a band round your head
And all the birds dying to get into your bed
Flowers here and hash there
And all the girls who’s chests are bare
Petals for pillows and leaves for cover
No way am I going back to mother
There’s a beautiful dreamer, asleep on the grass
With the last rose of Summer, attached to her ass. ;-)
Wow, Jem that’s a cracker.
Jem is the Noble Scribbles Laureate.
I sometimes wonder who is the rose between the two thorns.
The defining song Spitty. x
So much better than ring a roses:lol:
Too much falling down.
Oh and sneezing.
Ring-a-ring o’ Roses
A pocket full of Prosies
A Tissue an issue
We all fall down
Glad you never put Big Issue, I hear that every day in the street.
I miss typed posies, should have read Prosies.
Sorry I changed it. I get it now - naughty me.