So here we are and where are we? as Jeelie Piece’s staunchly ancient fpu would say.
Wherever we are, it is now officially Home. Forget the ¡Toast! me and Marmers are now well into the whole loff and have made it our very own. We have many tasteful crocheted blankets on which to snooze and, whilst some may say a cat may look at a Poäng but why would you let it sleep on it? I say poo-ey! what’s good for the bipeds is good for the kitty.
I find it a bit mystifying that we are strictly not purrmitted onto the bipedal bed, or indeed, into the bedroom, but such is Liff… White covers, I ask you…*sigh*.
Stairs are an interesting new concept to a cat brought up in Anorak Towers, a bungalow. Shame we’re not allowed up them…
In lieu of a dishwasher – as fpu says, who needs a mechanical one when you own the human variety – we have our litter tray, a loo in lieu one might say. Sometimes there’s no accounting for what bipeds say, but who am I, a mere cat, to quibble? As long as we get our three square meals, warm laps, cosy beds, nice blankies, and our lovely new Catflaps of Opporchancity, do we care? (Rhetorical. Not to be confused with Rhett Butler. Oops, thar she goes *THUD!*)
I also have my very own Pergola of Possibility, where the pu’s have thoughtfully hung the birdfeeders… Nice new Amtico christened within the fortnight. Blood does not stain it nor gralloch tarnish its loveliness.
We’ve had the odd tail-fluff and stand-off with some of the locals, but they mainly seem to know what’s what and we all rub along nicely most of the time. There are two d.o.g.s next door, but we never see them off their lead, so not a purroblem. I could take out the two of them with a Look!! Bravecat, that’s me! Whaur’s yer Mel Gibson noo?
Public purrs are due to The Cub, who passed on a crie-de-cœur re the disappearance, seemingly for ever, of iPhoto to babybiped1, who magicked it back into existence with one phone call. As Mia and I oftimes remark, you just can’t get the staff these days (though I think hers may be better qualified than mine:-)
There should be a sort of work-in-progress slide show at the end of this drivel. Kingdom Cat’s very own Housey-Housey Show. Brought to you by Cub/bb1/KC/Marmers Inc. May we all have a Lovely Liff!
Truly gorgeous, KC, what lucky kitties you are! I love the room with the bookshelves. Not sure about the white chair and bed covers, though. Too plain. I’m sure you and Marmers could embellish them with a pretty pattern… Lovely pics, I wish you all well in your very pretty house.
Thank you oh makkar of lovely blankies🙂
Well,to be honest,when the first pic started to come up ,I was pussing myself laughing–clothes on the staircase–whats coming next?? Not what I thought😳seriously you pussies have it made,I wonder how you will be locked out of pu’s bedroom??The slide show is great;I(oor wullie + 2 cat gang as well)send all best wishes for lovely abode
That Tribeca Muesli carpet’s far too rough taddoe. Wash yo’ mouf out gel!
Thanks for the very emphatic good wishes😆
Turned out nice again KC, although I think my little red blankie and turquoise towel and a bit of mud improved the Amtico no end. There’s no accounting for taste.
The wee red blankie was very tasteful Paddy, but you and I didn’t have time to bond and as for Marmers, well, now you saw him, then you didn’t!
We aim to please. You may be delighted to hear I’m introducing a sliding scale for IT consultancy rates. Very reasonable!
I’m not sure delighted is quite the word bb1😐Purrhaps I could come up with another one *thinks* zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzz? Surely you meant fffffffff…
What a lovely cosy cottage you have there, KC, and with handmade throws to snuggle up to as well. I see you and MC made it up to the Forbidden Floor despite not being allowed up the stairs. (I am imagining you both skittering up the banister instead. 🙂 )
I leave the skittering to m’Marmalade Chum for I, of course, can fly! The NCU Rule hadn’t been instigated on Day One…and the handmade throws are of a very high standard😀
Lovely abode there KC. No doubt you’ll get the staff trained in forgetting to close the bedroom door in no time. You just need to find the right *stare* 😀 There is much hilarity to be had in Mia’s Mansion at the moment. Female staff has a brand new shiny camera. One that can make all the decisions for her. Pity she has to wait until the male staff is out the road so she can play with it. Whisper it – I think she’s scunnered with the lecture mode he goes into as soon as the camera makes an appearance. You really can’t get the staff these days!!!!
*Purrs* Lecture Mode is a familiar concept here. Mpu has a purrticular purropensity to fall into it whilst in the company of afpu.
Now that FS has SNC, purrhaps you should have a website of your own so that you and Socks can come out and virtually purrlay😆
Purrhaps – depends on whether we can cope with a lecture from junior staff on setting up said site. 😮 Maybe we’ll confer with Madlamb instead.
I was just wondering ( or wandering, you choose) if there is any lingo dialect problems between you and the local ( born and bread(toasted preferably)) feline population? Does a “Me-ow” in Stromness mean the same as a “Me-ouch” in Fyffe? Is it still a Kingdom? Or is it a Banana Republic?
Lastly, May The Sun shine on your Eternity.. C>)
Awful sorry Mr Tws, but you will keep using different email addresses and I found you in my Pending Tray (not to be confused with my Litter Tray!) and had to moderate you. {If ’twere pussible😀}
I think it’s a mee-eh in Fife. All sentences end in eh here a bit like Glasgow and but.
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Flying, KC? That’s not flying, that’s falling with style.
Told Paddy he’s not using the right soap, but actually he’s not (willingly) using any soap of course. I’ll give him the rough edge of my tongue, although of course that’s the only kind of edge I’ve got. I find him useful as a pillow or a scratching post in the hall, perhaps a few photos of same might encourage Marmers.
Mia,of course you MUST have your own website–its long overdue!!!😀
Talking about balnkets,oor wullie and 2 cat gang are asking (nicely)dear auntie jill,may we have one?old dear can knit but she doesn’t even know what a crochet hook is; hiss hiss:
May I just say, now that I have found Tws’ artwork, that the kitties are awfully good, but the knitting one looks like it’s unravelling…
We’re all unravelling these days.
hear,hear, figgy
How clever, Tws! The kitty is brilliant, but I’m not sure what the second one is meant to be…
KC, you and Marmers ought to stick up for your rights. Stairs are just made for cats to run up and down, and those banister railings at the top are meant for putting your head through. You could stage a sit-in (preferably on the stairs) 🙂
Jill–perhaps a cat with a long tail ?
Me’n’Marmers are thinkin’ of stagin’ a slumber-in.
And neither of us is doin’ the Rapunzel thing with our tails, so there!
New avatar taddoe? Nice. Can’t quite make out what it is, pussibly an Impressionist paintin’ as befits our French Connection🙂
normally its queenstown bt its not showing on my ‘puter!!!!help
Ooo hello!
You’re much more prolific on here. I’m sure I recognise one or two of your fellow cat-bloggers in the comments (mmmm scratches head with paw in confusion).
I’m glad to see you both have a healthy disregard for the upstairs ban. I can definately see two cat-bums on the landing there lol.
The ban was in its infancy then, Squeaky. Enforcement has become more strict since *sigh*
Sorry you took a few days to appear…sometimes a cat furgets to moderate.It won’t happen again!
Art for art’s sake, cat food for Godsake…
well i’ve been back on the “settings page” avatar was a photo taken from the plane over the southern alpes,so i now i’ve changed it again—this time its the “hms earnslaw” on lake wakatipu,queensland: but for some reason it won’t show up on my computer; HELP!
Obviously what Ts is trying to say with his very clever bits and pieces is
“Knit one, purr one”.
Voila!
Good to read that all is cozy at CCC. Isn’t that there IKEA chair called Poem rather than Poäng? I bought one 1980 in Oslo and it is still with me, doing fine. Value for money makes Mr. Kamprad a miljardmiljardmiljardare and his customers h-a-p-p-y.
Hi KC, another Oz email maybe deliverd to you shortly. Had a bit of ground sweetener today(5mm). Roy.
Sounds a lot more civilised than what they’ve been getting in the English Lake District Roy! I expect you were needing it more…
‘Tis definitely called Poäng, at least nowadays, and it apparently can clasp 170kg in its birch-y embrace. That’s a lot of cat… 😯
…as I often say to m’Marmalade Chum😆
You’re just annoyed cos he won’t let you have a turn, KC. 170 kg, eh? You could SHARE 🙂
Och you’ve just put all those lovely photies of nice clean newly decorated rooms there to twist the knife even more KC, I wanna..(gathering a big breath…) GRANITE WORK TOPS!!!!!AND AMTICO FLOORING!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wouldn’t granite worktops just buckle your carcases?
Although to be a bit less like a spoilt brat, the hoose looks fabulous. Especially the crocheted throw.
GRANITE WORK TOPS??ll I wonder why😉
Roy–just sent it😆
I just got it…Sheilas eh? Ha! Nice sunny avatar🙂
No, No, KC, granite will be fine, unless either Phil or I are carrying any extra holiday weight. Can’t speak for Phil, but I remain a steady 9 st 4.
And at least 6lb of that is my bazoombas. Each.
😆
Only 9st 4lbs landladyland? I’m tellt to pass on fpu’s green glarewith dripping fang-laden snarl. What on earth is that about😕
12lbs of bazoombas? Nearly the combined birthweight of the babybipeds, which I am sure they will be delighted to have shared with you, if only at second paw, as it were!
KC–what avatar–on my ‘puter its still the old one thats showing
That one there taddoe, just to the right of your comment. This is beginning to feel like the Empress’s New Cloots!
Blasted thing is not showing up on my computer:sad
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Jeelie says to tell you 9st 4 is nothing but a hazy distant memory… with a sigh. But there’s a pair of jeans that size in a box, just in case she ever has amoebic dysentery for a month and manages to get into them again.
These things can be arranged. Me’n’Marmers have put our heads together and reckon we can organise something nasty for a lifftime’s supply of Nectar Points👿
Hi FC, did a bit o trawling on the nett today, and caught up with your blog, great to see you again! Good that you’re all settled in DaFarSooth.
Pure chuffed you came by Ruth. Blogworld has been Ruthless for far too long.
send some over here then,thank you;🙂
R U settled in 2 UR new abode now KFC?
I’ve been hangin’ out with The Manor Park Massive, innit. Me and ma bros from the Hood, send Respect To our Fluffie Bros in Fife Massive innit. Cheery Innit…
(It is well’ard of me to Big up ma pussy Bros in The Fife Massive innit. )
(One must use the “word” innit, after each sentence, or suffer some disrespectful looks from the youth of the neighbourhood)
respect…
I forgot to add that The Manor Park Massive, consists of me (Tws) ma Bitch ( Getoffthe, although in the run up to Xmas, she’ll be known as my “Ho-Ho”) Dodgy Dave ( with his brand new sparkly, light flashing bracelet, which stops him from going out after 10pm) and the local thug Asbo, ( who has been doing a bit of Community Servicing recently) innit…
Yo Tws ma main man innit you is well hard man (errrm is I soposed to say like dat to a man man?) and me’n’Marmers is givin you laak well respec’ man nowhuttamean innit laak?
Da Fluffie Bros send ho-ho-hos back innit.
Figgy is inda house, chillin with his homies, but wishin da phat pooch would quit icin his grill.
Icin his grill? Oh man Figgy, you is well cool, innit. You is so chilled dat us ho’s don get it, innit. Respec, Tws, you is da main man in da hood.
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Na, icin his grill ? Wot?? Is it sumfin’ to do with non prescription drugs, Figgy ma man/bitch?
Personally I prefer a bit of yer ole rhymin’ slang, ‘arf a pound of tuppeny, apples and pears, nudge, nudge wink wink no wot I mean, eh?? Eh???
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Leave it aht, LL. Cor blimey, can we be bovvered? Gordon Bennett.
Jings crivvens. Help ma boab. I turn away for two minutes and the language evolves into primordial teenage gobbledegook. And Socks still too young to assist as translator…. 😀
When will we have the pleasure of reading a blog by the love Mia???
The barely literate feline is inferring that I am trespassing on his personal space. I’ll ice his grill for him… Exactly the reverse is of course the case, he lies down under my chin, gets cosy, then sinks the claws and teeth in. It’s just not cricket, and a dog would never do it. Why can’t a cat be more like a dog??? The rain in Spain etc.
It appears that a lot of visitors to this blog are very comfortable using the language of The Chav/Chavette of The Hood.
You can take the Cat out of the Gutter, but you can’t take the Gutter out of the cat, comes to mind??
Sounds like you need an MC (RIP) in da House to put music in your musings and a rhythm in your ramblings. Spock-a-late and bo-bo-boris offer their services as cats with the chatter and pusses with the patter to give yo sum cat-rappin’…
Go there FC-KC
living in the CCC
wit’ no place for da kits upstairs.
Do ya worry
there’s no hurry
The rest of the ‘house’ is all theirs.
Yo-bro – kick some rodent butt.
Ex-cell-ent rap Spo-Bo, you is jivin an a jumpin an no misteak. (I wish I knew what I was talking about)
The first two lines are TEE-riffic!
Do ya worry – should have read “don’t” 😳
ML–😆
Tws, you don’t know nuffink. LL is not in da hood, she is a bang-to-rights EastEnder, innit. She ain’t as cool as you but she’s awright, lord luv us.
Cor blimey O’ Riley, this is a bit of a MIchael Caine, I just come awf the dog an bone, and would you Adam an Eve it – it’s turned into Pygmalion. Woss goin on? No time to chat tho, I’m away to get my Penelopes into my Yul Brynner.
Christmas greetings to all of you nut house cases. Or am I not entering into the Spirit of Things?
Barney the Blogpirate
Penelope Keith=teeth; Yul Brynner=dinner😀 This is what is known as enlightened guesswork Cap’n. Is there anything else you’d like to know-ho-ho?
(I must admit to previously believing that a ho was something you found between two other hos and a bottle of rum…)
Don’t know about you barney,but they’ve lost me somewhere!😯I think we’ve been out of the UK for too long
I only have to say the words “Dick Van Dyke” to send my offspring into helpless paroxysms of laughter. It’s funny, they tell me, on so many different levels..
My ole mum was a Cockerney sparra, born in Balham, so she was the master of expressions like “My giddy Aunt, ” and “Cor Lummy!”and (my personal favourite) “Gordon Bennett!!! ” I will leave the rapping to ML and others- , wicked, innit?
Ooooh Arrrrr Barney, don’t get your mainbrace in a twist, it don’t take much to get in the Spirit here, but I think some of us have been at the Bristol Cream instead, down the Crown and Anchor, or the Old Bull and Bush… moosh.
Thank you, JP, for those words of comfort to a Crossjack (Cro’jack to you, sweet Lass).
Shipshape, and Bristol (Cream) fashion.
Tis passing strange. I only popped off up norff for three short days and, all on a sudden, my lovely blog has become a sort of weird existentialist episode of Eastenders. Ho and, as ’twere, ho and again, HO!
PS Barney dear, I once knew a Cross Jack. He ran the PO in a village which shall remain nameless on Mona’s Isle…
Sow know U no 2, hein?
😯???????????
Can’t take your hand orff the tiller for a moment, KC, without the blog taking on a life of it’s own, like one of the Magician’s Apprentice’s besoms… Come to think of it, that’s not a bad description for most of us on here.
Oh Kc, I thought you were better at lateral thinking.
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2 what?
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Lord luvvaduck, KC, you need to keep on top of fings arahn ‘ere. LL is an ‘arf Cockerney so what did you expect? ‘Ave a nice day, ducky.
Talk about being “lost in france”!!😆
So now you know 2, hein?
So now you know 2, hein?
This is NOT a duplicate comment.
Oh yes it was.
Aha😆Are two crossjacks in the hand worth one in the bush?
Cross Jack; 2nd cousin to Martin Gale?
Brother in law of Ann Chorsaweigh?
A hand in the bush is worth two on the bird.
Is Ann still swinging the lead?
Am I 100??
You are indeedy taddoe and may I take this opporchancity to thank you for my first (and pussibly only) century! Merci mille fois!
We’re back with a load of old bull, and bush… but it’s nearly pear tree time, and I don’t mean weeping. Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and a partridge… Deck the balls, etc.
Sod it ! I wanted to be 100?!!
I had a cross Jack this morn when I pointed out that school waits for no man, and it was time to leave his stinking pit of a bed…
And surely it depends whose bush, Barney?
Oh what fun to deck the balls with boughs of holly and then stand back and listen to the sweet music of the semi-spheres🙂
Now look here landladyland, if you keep signin’ in as different personas you’ve only yourself to blame for needin’ moderated!
why want to be 100 when your almost half😉
‘There are strange things done
in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails
have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold… ‘
(Robert W Service)
Just warming up for the Festering Season’s poetic opporchancities…
Sorry – it was ‘The Cremation of Sam McGee’ of course – and somewhat inappropriate as I’m going to the cremation in Glasgow of an old flame tomorrow, with a very heavy heart. But he would have been the first to laugh.
JP – “moil” for gold???
LL – it depends on the opperchancity of course! But one can always drem…..
KC .. good bloggwork to score > 100 so soon after your introduction into the bloggosphere: but of course it is a kind of reincarnation.
Drem Barney, Drem? Are we perchance off to a small village adjacent to N Berwick and site of a former aerodrome. From whence I might add ascended the spitfires which shot down the first german bomber to be destroyed over British soil in WWII. Incidentally I’m off to the Granite City tomorrow, to be taught how not to drown. As I will be one of a dozen or so septuagenarians on a sea survival course I do feel a ‘Last of The Summer Wine ‘ moment coming on.
Aberdeen! Where I bought my first (and only) saxophone!! Seet drems of what might have been. I hope you survive the survival course. One can get quite out of breath trying to board a liferaft with a 250N lifejacket inflated and a survival suit. The worst thing in my case was waiting around in the survival suit on the summery sunny quay, waiting for the signal to jump into the water. Sweaty!
Of course I meant sexagenarians, musn’t get old before my time. No summery summer quay for us we shall be in an indoor pool, but it does have a wave making machine so I do expect some exertion. I am quite impressed though, in the current political/economic climate the oil industry is donating this course to a bunch of enthusiasts for a historic boat, it would not be cheap if we had to pay for it.
It doth indeed say ‘moil’ in the original poem. I rather like it. I’ll be moiling again tomorrow myself, no rest for the wicked.
HB:- you got me worried for a moment,thought I had woken up after a long sleep and missed out on some years😆
Yes, “moil” has a certain despondent ring about it, signifying perhaps the fruitless task that man- and womankind (Oh that PC guy!) has been assigned on our planet that is gradually boiling itself out of existence.
Moil to the end of time, as L. Cohen might have written if he had followed this blog 30 years or so ago.
just after the “songs of love hate,lp”??
What exciting lives you all lead! Moiling about, going on sea survival courses, ….getting sweaty….Admittedly I would give the cremation a miss, although there may be sandwiches, so every cloud and all that, Jeeliepiece…
It’s official, I’m not a duffer. Or to be more precise I didn’t drown. Alas no wave making machine in our pool today, actually to honest after our exertions I was rather glad. Nevertheless a good time was had by all and we all got a piece of paper to prove it. Roll on spring and the sailing season.
Glad you enjoyed yourself,HB.🙂
COngrats on surviving – that’s what a survival course is about?
A piece of paper can be a Very Useful Thing, check the link:
They don’t make ’em like that these days.
We all fell in the water but none of us got deaded. The best bit was when the instructor asked for us to produce photo ID, and 7 out 0f 14 gave him a bus pass. He did remark that it was the first time he had had a course where only one student was under fifty and he had never had students over 70 before.
How many of you took your zimmers along😀
Glad none of you are deaded HB. Love the clip Barney. Gave the beloved offspring a Goons CD when he was 11, and set him off in the right direction. We had already been enjoying Flanders and Swann for some time, and I can safely say that whatever else he can blame me for, we had plenty of giggles along the way.
Gad, made of the right stuff, JP! Brought tears to me old eyes. Over here tehy just don’t understand … wogs, y’know! God Bless you and Nellie Krun.
None of us took zimmers but one or two of us might have felt the benefit of one after the course.
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I am resigned to the fate of the maiden who topes! See link:
Ooops – sorry – didn’t expect this to be a picture link!
Oh yes,you did!!!
Antepenultimate … when did I last hear that word?
About 1958 I should think. But of course JP knew F & S only from their records, she being that much later in the History of the Universe. Thank you, my deear, for something that was “.. nicer than beer” (in a manner of speaking, or metaphorically, like, though if it was like that would be a simile, I suppose, eh, Tws?).
By the way, do you happen to like maderia, JP? Yes? ….. Ah! Perhaps we could meet.
Zimmers is this a New Word, i.e. one introduced into the English language since 1965? And if s o, why?
Generous as ever Barney, but sadly I remember Mud Glorious Mud from my own childhood, when F&S were at their peak, and occasionally on TV. John Mortimer made a lovely documentary about them in the 90s, which this extract of a performance in New York is from.
Does JP like Madeira? Is the Pope a Catholic? Are the Kennedys gun shy? Do bears s**t in the woods? And there’s always a spare place at the Christmas dinner table here, just say the word!
Awwwww mpu just gave fpu the last glass in his current bottle of Madeira. Greater love hath no man…
Leave that gnarled sea capiten alone Jeelie, there’s a Mrs Pugwash you know. Honestly, I turn my back for a minute and look what happens!
Good Heavens! About what? About everything! One has to admit that mpu was nice over and above the normal call of duty/devotion .. but of course we don’t kow how many glasses he himself had consumed before this apparently noble gesture. And I suspect JP is just trying to gain kudos by exaggerating certain autobiographical details. Christmas dinner sounds delightful JP but I will have my plate full this end of the woods what with offspring (one cannot really call them children any longer), offspringoffspring and an Iraki lad, far, far from home and lonely as a loon. And that’s forgetting Offspring 1’s in-laws (groan).
Couldn’t we arrange something more intimate on another occasion……. an’ belt up, KC, you aren’t inviteded.
Mrs Pugwash very welcome too Barners, although it might get a bit cramped if you bring all the offspring and the offspring of the offspring and the Iraqi lad too – and Pugwash begat etc etc. I’ll raise a Festive glass to the Pugwash tribe anyway, do have a good one.
Thank you so much, Jelliepiece. Festive glasses at all hours and hieghts. We shall do our best.
If it isn’t an indecent question (well, of course, even if it si) what IS a Jeeliepiece when it is not you?
A jeeliepiece is a jam sandwich, a staple of the Scottish child’s diet in times past (Mud Glorious Mud times), most often home-made raspberry jam with a slathering of butter betwen two slices of a pan loaf. Happy days. X
In NZ kids still eat jeelie pieces,or banana sarnies,yummy:
The only problem with jeeliepieces is that they are aerodynamically unsustainable. c.f. Mc Naughton, A. / Ye canna chuck pieces oota 20 storey flats Pub.Glasgow c.1960
THank you JP for the information I feel much reassured for some odd reason. That is until I read about the aerodynamic properties of said pieces. “Aerodynamically unsustainable” strikes an ominous note… unsustainable, like the global temperature? The words suggest a leaf-like fluttering fall than a catastrophic earth-directed plummet but with the same end.
“mud glorious mud!! Nothing quite like it for ?? the blood..” Mum used to sing that and I never knew what it was from.
Dad used to sing “I’m miserable ,so miserable, down on misery farm..” so if anybody knows the origin of that one ,I’d be delighted..
You’re skin???(great beauty treatment)or hot mud treatment for rheumatics,back pains etc🙂
P.S —I wonder who will be 150???
Or will it go to 200?
At this rate 1000 is not improbable.
Cooling the blood landlady – which some people could do well to emulate😆
Is this what you were thinking of your landladyship?
Aye, fair cheers you up! ” It’s bein’ so cheerful as keeps me goin’.”
Anent jeelypieces and aerodynamics Barney, extensive research by the previously quoted Mr McNaughton suggested that the calorific intake of juvenile glaswegians was severely compromised by the failure of said commestibles to arrive on target when launched from high rise apartments. Indeed a failure rate of 99% was posited. Collateral damage was reported by the aviation community who blamed the followers of a certain James Maxton.
Aye, KC!! That’s the very one. Dad sang it at half the speed and the only bit I remember him singing was the
“It rains all day/we can’t make hay/so we get no pay” part.. with great feeling. I have googled it- it appears to be Al Bowlly(what a great name!!) written in 1929- depression time. fits in as Dad was born in 1913. I’m going to try and send it as a link to my brother- he’ll be amazed.
Imagine a Hogmanay doing the slow fox with LL clasped in ones arms, to the music of “Misery Farm”…… just close your eyes and think of the Empire, LL.
dig that baritone sax, how groovy can u get!
OK I’ve imagined it and now I’m in trouble with the management. Been told to keep my mind on less exciting things. Ho Hum! BTW the magic 150 is now up for grabs.
Would the aerodynamic properties of jelliepieces actually be the subject of a sciuntifik report, HB? Radio-controlled jps the model of the future? I understand one can buy 4-channel RC helicopters (small ones of course) for £30 these days – so technically a jp with a re-usable control module shouldn’t be beyond the realms of the possible. And think of the money it would save – on windows, on further attempts at supplying the offspring with nourishment, with time wasted now saved – you make them, I”ll sell them.
Oooh Barney, you are a caution! Be off with you ,you naughty boy!(Blushing becomingly, LL fox trots off to clean the kitchen)
I can foresee two problems here Barney. One, the innate thrawness of youth in the face of the wisdom of senescence and, two, the crunchy bits comprising the integrated circuits and servos associated with the control mechanism. Congrats on being 150, were you lurking?
In case I don’t venture here before the big day, at least two sessions of playgroup to attend you understand, God Jul.
But I am sure I noticed that you gave a quick, coy glance over your shoulder as you trotted so almost innocently into your already spotless domain .. were you a fox, LL, there would have also been a come-hither whisking of your brush to entice, if encouragement were needed, the shy.
No lurking HB, I can’t even count. I think that the visco-elastic properties of the jam and the mechanical properties of the susbstrate would provide sufficient cushioning to protect the micro-circuits – they are so sweetly small, of course. Enjoy your playgroup!