Velasquez

The world holds a promise that shines unseen (Alex Harvey - bless him).

I will go down with this ship.  And I won't put my hands up and surrender.  There will be no white flag above my door.

Not yet...A-thanatos...ATHANATOS...the opposite of THANATOS...yeah, the Greeks just stick an "A" in front of a word and everything is different! Gnostic - Agnostic...Theist - Atheist...how cool is that, Abodil??

LEGIA WARSAW 6...CELTIC 1

Celtic go through to the next round to face MARIBOR...strange world...

Oscar Pistorius could use a defence team like that

Lose both legs and still win.

Oscar Pistorius could use a defence team like that

Lose both legs and still win.

Good to hear from you again.  Eventually there will be a reason for you to be.  Don't give up hope.

Monsters and idiots roam.  I can't believe anyone other than the demented long for separation.  Maybe then they can indulge their perversions without long prison sentences.

'Hic'

Huh.  You're not Vel, crags.  Something that must eat away at your soul.  Don't give up.  Nothing is nothing.

cheers

We're all

We're all - something.

I love you all.  In spite of what I know. 

I still love you.

In truth the corrupt local politicians, bandits, major politicians, arab merchants lead us to another end ...

And I love you too, bodil, and always will

Are these two respected forumites the new minnow and baccanal?

Yes, love...omly love...sigh...no, I mean ONLY love...not that ONLY is more important than love...also, ONLY is not the only thing that's not more important than love.

What is this thing called, love?

Benny Hill

I'm having a bit of an existentialist episode.  I worked out the other day that, realistically, I'm unlikely to live long enough to read more than another couple of thousand books.  Since I've bought 600+ on kindle this year (can't resist their 0.99p sales), I can soon stop buying books and use the money for ho's and mind-altering substances. 

We are the table cloth.  We are also the table.

Drink.  I've actually only fuelled up on 10 of the past 130+ days.  I was sort of leaving it for my less obligated days in the future but am bitterly realising maybe the internal apparatus is pretty shot already.  Can't blame it - heroic uncomplaining service for decades.  I also realise that every passing day degrades you.  Our best days are behind us - then another day passes and that best day is also gone.  Bugger.  Don't know how Kenny copes.

I'm sure I'll get to the point sooner or later.

I think the answer is to repent on your deathbed and discover Catholicism does in fact have all the answers.

Which , ofcourse, it doesn't !

Of course not, but as a punter you must recognise that converting to religion on your deathbed is the best bet to nothing you'll ever make.

^

On your deathbed?!!!! Bit late 'innit?

Aug 10, 2014 -- 2:40AM, kenny mann wrote:

Are these two respected forumites the new minnow and baccanal?

Vladimir & Estragon shirley

Bodil and crags the new minnow and bacchanal kenny mann? That's like comparing Steptoe and son to Sir Clement Freud and Jeffrey Bernard.

That's like...like six hunner quid mate...that u could of spent on dvds or blue rays or mp4s or the fuklike, yeah? Or u could of spended it on the muzik of SEBASTIEN TELLIER.

Who is M...??

I bet it is like all garbage u purchase anyway like subporn Danish stuff that twists the history of the Roman Empire and Austria when Freud and top top cafes were there ya floof.

Who was that other veteran forumite who had to go into hospital....hasn't posted much recently?

I will tell you this, Bodil M - I don't buy these electronic books. In fact, I rarely buy books at all. I make my own these days, with cheap felt pens, toilet paper and rabbit skin glue. My new book has a page about JD Fergusson, the great Scottish painter, who refused to serve in the army because the uniforms were itchy. There is another page about Florence Maybrick, the horrid murd.......I MUST FLEE!!!!

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Bodil and crags the new minnow and bacchanal kenny mann? That's like comparing Steptoe and son to Sir Clement Freud and Jeffrey Bernard.
 
most disrespectful Slippy.

I can now that I've googled Vladimir & Estragon, brendan'.

Bodil - have you read "If My Aunty Betty Had A  Slice of Cake or Biscuit She Would Take It Upstairs to Eat All By Herself" by Brian Parr? Not sure it is available on Kindle. The front cover has a woman dressed in fifties gear including a green floral apron. She is taking hold of a bannister in order to climb the stairs. The carpet looks a bit threadbare.She is carrying a tray with food on it - like a bit of cake or something. Have you read this one?

No, Vel, I haven't.  It wasn't in my Ivor Cutler collection.  Post it on here.  We need a good laugh.

Look - I'm trying to come to terms with the - apparent - fact I'm not immortal, and you lot aren't helping.

Come to think of it, you've never helped.  When I mentioned a few years ago that I had hair sprouting where no hair had sprouted before you were coarse/unsympathetic/anatomically incorrect.

The Steptoe and Son v Freud and Bernard comparison is invalid as it has long been established on here that I am/was Sir Clement Freud.

Sounds like the kind of book title Dowah would come up with.

bernards unwell

Legless in fact.

I read his last articles recently - he knew he was dying and turned down dialysis.  He seems saner/more reasonable every day that passes.  We all end up out of time - in every sense of the phrase - eventually.

But not yet, oh lord, not yet.

Last chance with Mary Jane.   One more time to kill the pain again. Oh my my, oh hell yes, you've got to put on that party dress.

Here is the start of the Brian Parr novel, Bodil. If you like it, I won't post any more :

Chapter One : The Evil Seductress from Trieste.

My Aunt Betty served the most marvellous teas. She would serve up cakes, biscuits and scones on one of those cake serving thingmies with the three plates and a metal pole holding them together. The tea was really strong, dark brown mahogany, like. She served sugar in cube form and you had a choice of white sugar or demerara sugar. One time I had a bakewell tart in round cake format, and another time I had a Jacob's Club biscuit with raisins in it. I stuck one in my pocket so that I could eat it when I got home, but unfortunately, it melted and ruined my worsted wool trousers. Mam couldn't get the chocolate out for love nor money, despite using Omo soap flakes.

After Aunty Betty had served us kids - me, William, Orville, Michael, Bernice and Trevor, she would retreat upstairs with her own tray of biscuits and cakes. She utterly abhorred scones and literally turned her nose up at them, even if they were home made with real margarine.

Proust has a lot to answer for.

No really.  I've got an out of date chocolate (!) madeleine downstairs.  Should I go for the memory or the antibiotic shield?

"On a Saturday, after we watched the wrestling on World of Sport on the telly, Aunt Betty would give us a choice of jelly fruit cups or madeira cake. William, Orville, Michael, Bernice and Trevor opted for the jelly fruit cups without hesitation or deviation while I, being more sensitive and highly strung after the unmasking of Kendo Nagasaki, chose the madeira.

Even now, whenever I dunk madeira cake into strong tea, the taste and smell instantly transports me to a narrow, confined space where a sweaty wrestler pretending to be a Japanese avenger gurns angrily at me, while wearing a pongy mauve jockstrap...which is why I tend to avoid madeira cake in favour of Danish marble cake."

I want to believe so much .....

Bodil, I've had a swift leaf through this book and Arnolda, the evil seductress from Trieste, doesn't appear until page 52...should I just skip the arty stuff about the biscuits and cakes?

What a load of pseudo–intellectual **** this thread is, sadly

Good Morning from Canada Libido and Vel ...hope you're in reasonable shape considering your disregard for conventional health care protocols....I sense the doors of perception are still being forced open.

Shut it Crags - didn't you notice the names of the children spelled out an ACROSTIC for WOMBAT...?? Brian Parr is a top top novelist.

Good morning from Scotland, Tambourine Man...have you ever been transported back in time by a nice smell or bad pong?

So the Islamist extremists are the only way?

What the **** went wrong with our everyday life style?   And shouldn't we kill everyone against us?

I may have missed something.   Sorry.

Call them Ishmael.

Vel..Not sure of your inner sentiment there...but I know the Lord has you in the Palm Of His Hand.
I unlike Erse find Emissional comments somewhat passe.....I have APPRECIATED YOUR POSTS OVER OUR BRIEF SOJOURN.

Oh lord .....

I bought David Suchet reading the NIV bible...audio...lovely...

Now I have to track down a good Peshitta translation...good night, folks...

I'll check Vel....Good Night.

Here is a little night music - Sebastian Tellier - La Ritournelle...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crblDrrcunQ

Looks like someone, but I can't figure out who...

Night coonts... as Diane Warren might say.

GN Crags.

GN Libido.

bodil    20 Aug 14 00:17 
The Steptoe and Son v Freud and Bernard comparison is invalid as it has long been established on here that I am/was Sir Clement Freud.

That was me.

But you tried to deny the fact by stating, somewhat ridiculously imo, that you were sitting behind him at Worcester racecourse.

You did it with mirrors, obviously.

Hey Mister T - good to see you're still running.

cmat - it was Sandown not Worcester.  And seeing the meedja career of said sprog I should have brained him and the world would have been a better place.  And I'm going to turn religious - you've had so many resurrections there has to be something behind the scenes (possibly one of the founders of betfair fellating you).

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I'm a man of wealth and taste

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