Readers: Just because your computer is working again doesn't mean you can go and spray half of YouTube in our general direction.
Self: Oh but...
Love in vain. Yodeling in vain. Yodeling in a van. Poltergeists like giant black bin liners. Do they? No, they are, mine anyway.
Saturday, 17 November 2007
More
Well, why not?
Pat Halcox (tp), Monty Sunshine (cl), Chris Barber (tb)... me (tdtf).
I shall be checking SiteMeter to see if anyone went the full four minutes. Lucky threepenny bit to those who do.
I might end up all of sixpence down, and one of those was me.
No, I don't know what the pictures are about either. I would have settled for playing the trumpet as well as Pat Halcox, but you can't have everything.
Pat Halcox (tp), Monty Sunshine (cl), Chris Barber (tb)... me (tdtf).
I shall be checking SiteMeter to see if anyone went the full four minutes. Lucky threepenny bit to those who do.
I might end up all of sixpence down, and one of those was me.
No, I don't know what the pictures are about either. I would have settled for playing the trumpet as well as Pat Halcox, but you can't have everything.
Too Drunk To Fuck
Not that anyone's offering. Might as well get drunk then.
Lonnie Donegan made a few awful "Hit" singles (remember David Jacobs?) but when nobody was looking or listening he recorded a half dozen great songs...
... here is Railroad Bill
and here is the Midnight Special
The best were made around 1958, when I was made too. A rose red alkie half as old as some.
Lonnie Donegan made a few awful "Hit" singles (remember David Jacobs?) but when nobody was looking or listening he recorded a half dozen great songs...
... here is Railroad Bill
and here is the Midnight Special
The best were made around 1958, when I was made too. A rose red alkie half as old as some.
Thursday, 15 November 2007
Saturday, 10 November 2007
The Gods Are Angry
Still no computer..!All I want is the LCD screen fixed.
When I phoned the shop at 10:30 this morning and they said "good afternoon" my confidence was not increased.
Last week my laundry lost all my socks, this week they tell me that their ironing service went on holiday for two weeks, so I will have to iron my shirts, for the first time in twenty years.
Ploppy. That's what Life is at the moment. Thx, gods.
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Molio: See! Miranda yon, tis shee I loue
Polio: Oh fie!
Shee is a plopsome mayde, scarce worthe
The trouble of the plunging.
[They fight together, with others, with each other, severally and against themselves]
Molio: Alas run through, I dye.
Polio: I too, alas.
Some poyson was there in my pint of sack.
Bolio: Twas I! Though dead, I haue reuenge at laste
Mu ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Thomas Whatfor, "The Tragedian's Tragedy", 1603.
Whatfor, known to his contemporaries as "the Ploppye Playwright", was snarked to death at Wapping Steps before he could complete the manuscript.
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I feel a kiddies' TV series coming on... starring Ploppy the Lop-Eared Puppy and Miranda the Magic Lamppost.
As when in autumn the plane trees drop their broad leaves to lie in drifts along the pavement, and the traveller hears the sharpening wind begin to stir them, so I hear the sussuration of banknotes.
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