Velasquez

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

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??

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.

'Hic'

cheers

And I love you too, bodil, and always will

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

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?

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

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.

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!!!!

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

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.

bernards unwell

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.

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.