aaaaaaaaaaaw shucks.
Rum baba, a 1970’s classic which is impossible to find generally. A local garden centre has a delivery of 12 every TUesday, but I can’t get there until 2PM by which time they are all gone.
Another RETRO classic is MADELEINE , also not available. What about vanilla slices? I’m not giving up hope, PRAWN COCKTAIL is now on many menus.
A sage once said “If you want to know someone , read their poetry”
Can’t you ask them to save you some? I would!
Another RETRO classic is MADELEINE , also not available. What about vanilla slices? I’m not giving up hope, PRAWN COCKTAIL is now on many menus.
A local cake shop here does enormous vanilla slices - one of my favourite cakes and trying to resist the tempation is, well, futile really
I’d forgotten about Madeleine’s - you’re right, you don’t see them, not even here.
Yes, I love prawn cocktail as well - I think many of the retro things are back in vogue; maybe people have tired of the ‘new’ things and have gone back to good, old fashioned stuff.
A sage once said “If you want to know someone , read their poetry”
Very true - were you that sage Robert …
Sage quote - brilliant 'cos its so true…
HIGH STREET
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A butcher , a baker and a bespoke shoe maker.
These are my local shops
A grocer ,a tailor and shops that sell ‘taters
You name one cos we’ve got the lot
A pub and another where I goes with my brother
A chemist where I gets me prescriptions
A nice little cafe where I has tea with my mother
And a shop that sells bits of every description
A seller of coal and coke, the ones with no smoke
We’ve a chemist or have I already said that
There’s a grocer , some posters and the place where we vote
My favourite shop is the one what sells hats
I can hear you all saying, it’s all fibs what he’s making
There’s no where like what he’s describing
Well that’s probably true, this ‘ere I’ve written for you
Is the result of early imbibing**
(** I haven’t touched a drop, but it rhymed so well)
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Very good Robert 
Great one Robert! 
When my spirit is weary
and soul is downcast
You can easily avoid me
by walking straight past
Ease your conscience with
“ I’m terribly busy”
Then hasten your steps with a
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An embarrassing thing just happened to me
My legs have swelled up , quite big you see
So I went to my doc and he straightway said
I can see what you mean and they’re also bright red
That’s exactly why I have come straight to you
Their always red and often blotchy too
Sorry said he ,I don’t do legs today
It’s a long story, its always been that way
I said this is no way to treat me thus
It took me ages to come to you on a bus
The bus driver was as difficult as you
It was him who said I belong in a zoo
How did I get legs so full of bloat
Jump in the lake lets see if you float
Pardon me for rambling on this sway
I will now concentrate on having my say
What do you find in a li’l boy’s pocket
A rolled up piece of string
And a stick from a used rocket
A shiny pebble found in the spring
Some conkers past their best
A pencil to write with and other things
What remains of a moss lined Robin’s nest
Complete with empty shells
The answers to tomorrow’s maths test
A collection of dried up leaves that smell
Just like some baccy, probably “Old Holborn”
A pet mouse to make the li’l girls yell
It’s a puzzle to me
Oh how can it be
that my mother is going on like a very fine wine
and after all these years she is still thirty nine
and I am nearly sixty three.
Way back in nineteen eighty I did my duty
By giving food to the city’s down and outs
I found out that misfortune happens
That they aren’t just layabouts
They appeared out of nowhere
For their nightly bread and soup
And after a while I began to know
about the men forming this group
They were the same as me and you
Without a shadow of doubt
The only difference was our problems are few
And theirs had wiped them out
One had been an office manager ,quite respectable
His marriage broke up, he lost his job
He was left unable to put food on his table
And to cap it all he lost all when mugged by a yob.
I found out that we are at best
three steps away from disaster
The veneer of life is wafer thin I guess
A lot of warts covered over with plaster
Really like those and very true they are too…
That made me chuckle - reminds me of my mum: she was 29 for I don’t know how long
Loved the little boys pockets one - I had a rule with my son (and his friends who pretty much moved in with us for short periods of time over his adolescent years) that when it comes to washing - boys empty their own pockets: goodness knows what’ll be found in them!
The other reminded me of a friend I had who suffered a nervous breakdown. I went to visit her many times and this one time, she was allowed off the ward with me so we could go to the restaurant at the hospital. Many were obviously patients but one man sat, besuited and writing away in journals. I commented that it was nice that the staff sit with the patients in that way, my friend told me he was also a patient, work pressure got to him and he just cracked completely. As you say Robert - we never know.
Chavspeak
Da long time gone past
Life was not to him a blast
Badass hoodies ran the turf
Yea man it couldna get worse
Da hoodies living on da front line
Giving it loads them don’t whine
Dese geezas were well tasty
Larging it eatin meat and taties
Olivas muvvers popped her clogs
Left him to the hoodie dogs
Even his farva legged y’know
So he had bo place to go
Dere he was dumped in workhouse
Cos da knows no uvver place,
Poor nippa enmit
Oliver Twist
I can say nothing Bobby Boy since last year on complaining my handbag was heavy it was found to contain 1ltr bottle of carpet shampoo as well as all the other rubbish I need. 
once on emptying handbag hubby was surprised to find 4 spark plugs, 1 rotor arm, distributor cap and a needle valve in my purse.
Loved - the Oliver Twist - it woz good man 
I got the drift…
Grandad
What is a granddad, what is he for?
Its more than just waving from nannies front door.
He’s there to admire your latest aeroplane kit
Though he was no use when you were building it.
He likes to watch you tube funnies, they’re neat
But not for long because he drops of to sleep.
He’s awake one minute and sleeping the next
He is one of the few people who still can’t text
He’s deaf as a post and misses what we say
But after consideration , we like him this way.
He hears more than we think
Enjoys a quiet drink
And we love him just as he is
© RJ 2013