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Sharpo shot further than he promised
And the old fella revels in his matrilineally Sharp descendants
Clenched buttocks grip the armchair
Sweaty socks and a furrowed browe
My equal?
Curl them toes
Toe them curls
You know she don’t come easy
A matter of life and Death
120 degs and Vegas is a trite throwaway
The easy escape
Neon or Fall?
20^x quid or 20 bootiful bloomed backend apples
Sharp minds Gamble
Sharp minds Gamble
Sharp minds indeed do,
Gamble has no equal
1/10 in running……
Oh So Sharp am i
but my words are blunt
adapted to suit,
like those who
venture into
Death Valley with Sunscreen
and a bottle of Bourbon.
2 empty bottles
and a bottler left,
but still there’s Mayhem Drone.I think you do yourself an injustice
Oh So Sharp – I enjoyed your romp
in the sand and found it
enough of a challenge
to scratch my head
far more than once.
I scored it fairly even.
4/5, 5/4 whoever won,
and remember – you dreamt up
the valley.Drone I am finding your
contributions, still dipped in
excellence, but far more
complex than they used to be,
and again I am sometimes found
scratching my head.
Maybe your photo finish with Glenn
has rubbed off on you as he
like you weaves a complex web.I wonder if you go wandering
you’d ever come across
a boot stuck up in the sand
with a leg still attached
A tourist that got too curious
in halting the perspiration
or maybe a dead poet who dug
too deep for inspirationI am sometimes found
scratching my head.This morning I too am scratching my head. What a difference a night makes. What was iambically metricated and clear then is now murky doggerel
A rude droning interruption
from one perched on a ricketty splintered stool ‘twixt two duelling from deep leather armchairsPoor imitation is still sincere flattery
Though I do still hope Ricky forsakes the Nevadan quids and manages a taste of your blooming apples Sharp ‘n’ Gamble
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It just gets worse and worse. Not Sharpo, not even Sharpen Up, but Kris
My apologies Oh So SharpI have got paranoid over some posts
but less so these days and I am happy
to offend those with broad enough backs
but anyway all these scribblings of
ours will all be forgotten in a few weeks.I have not read that Ricky was in
Nevada maybe I missed it.I was going to review the state of
this house – however I have held back
until now because in its weakened state
I doubt it would stand the weight
of my hefty tongue.I think you touched on the fact that
there is a point of diminishing returns
when the topics have been so beaten and lashed
to death then reprocessed into a soylent green pulp.
May be that point in time has been reachedI doubt it would stand the weight
of my hefty tongue |The Assassins tongue is razor
when it strikes,
seldom seen in Daylight.
Hefties lack grace
and pace,
slovenly creatures
there to be shot
to pieces.
False senses of security
weigh heavy on here,
those prepared to Gamble
need Tawny eyes
watching over them.
He’s out there…..Beware voters!I have not read that Ricky was in
Nevada maybe I missed it.I am prone to bouts of confusion and delusion Gamble, so Ricky may well still be in a Luton Ladbrokes rather than pulling the bandits: a near Death experience
This forum needs your hefty tongue, more so now than ever, so please don’t hold back
Mr Pilsen has kindly resurrected the ‘favourite films’ thread in t’lounge
On 16th May 2006 you wrote there:
I will let you into a little secret ; I am at the end of a very old tether as these trick houses have cost me my youth, wealth, and the best part of my sanity
Plus ca change?
A life devoted to existential pondering is an intellectual pursuit second to little else; but while such high thought does lead to the occasional comforting epiphany, the general consequence does seem to be disillusion and dissolution
The AK47 is a pretty nasty piece of hardware,
weighing all of five kilos.
It was my weapon of choice
that particularly bright day,
and I had several slung about my person,
as I traversed the length of Southend
Pier – looking for Keith’s teeth and a tall man with
big feet nicknamed Longshanks.It was a Sunday morning
and a strange day for an assassin
to be out for a kill,
and hardly the best for a blood bath;
as it so happened, Keith’s teeth
were not jaunting up the pier,
but laughing at Keith,
in a glass beside his bed,
and elsewhere,
a pair of long pyjamas
with a monacle were
snoring out Carslberg fumes
in a small room near
the station.If anyone has the entire Jellied Eels thread
in their collection my offer goes up to 200 smackersWell yes those are the good memories Drone
and it is hard to put a price on them,
and yes, maybe they do compensate the hang dog look,
the sunken eyes, the awful looking clock hands,
and all the empty bottles !
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Come now, you lot. I don’t see why the issue should get so polarized: those who won’t have a bad word said and those who won’t say a good word.
The Turf being what it is there will always be disappointed punters; I think it was Simon Barnes who said gambling is an exciting way of making yourself depressed. I find a lot of diversion and excitement in racing and when I’m winning the confidence soars and pleasure taken in turf-related matters is extensive. But I think you need a place to have a moan when you’re losing and there’s a LOT of losing to be dealt with in racing. The Law of Sod is all powerful in racing in a way I’ve never seen in any other human activity. Posters on here are quite right to condemn people for inventing complaints about jockeys and trainers when it’s really just a case of wounded wallet. But some forum users need to realise how terribly pollyanna-ish they sound when they simply won’t accept that there are grey areas in the game.
If you don’t talk about losing and the psychological effects of losing then you’re not really covering all aspects of the game.It amazed me on how this thread shifted to.
First post was about jumping up and down when winning and bookies were’t on camera.
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Clippety clop, clippety clop, Baptiste’s limp, so much quicker and less defined since the last series, and hear this producers, and hear it well – ALL HELL will break loose if his gait is not back, in its original cilp-e-ty clop authentic form, this coming God’s day.
Like the aged sleuth, I the perennial gumshoe, also seek out untimely death in the murk and shadows of ruthless retribution. Not the recent suspicious watery suicide of a young hooker ,found roped, in the seedy water district of old Amstertdam. No, rather the more sudden vicious death of a female lurker of some advanced years, found in the scorching 140 degree heat of Death valley some eight difficult years back. A five incher – her weapon of choice, and as sharp as her fearless tongue, was found baptised and glistening in an arid pool of sandy blood next to her motionless corpse, as the first rays mingled with the active ants to unpick the brutality of that brutal, unfoldimg scene.
Retreating footprints of he who had avenged her bitterness, lay there as sharp as she, on on that windless fateful day.
Chuckling how Oh So Sharp has come up as admin
in these posts you have brought back up
to our attention
I wonder how that came to pass
Charles Darwin to conquer the World
A deep bottomless conspiracy theory, Hughey with tbe News, that even the cleverly softly spoken, sometimes stumped,but hugely able Baptiste would baulk at taking on.
Clicet-ty Non-Non-Non !!!I think it comes up as admin as when account was deleted I selected ‘retain posts’ and they now show as admin. There are different ways to delete/close accounts and I think (although not sure) those deleted during different versions of the software we’ve used to drive the site show up differently.
Will take Gamble’s lead though and don a raincoat to do a bit of detective work on it.‘Just one more thing….’
cormack15
Gamble, it’s always a pleasure to find fresh (to me) posts from you, especially in the style of McCarthy’s Blood Meridian
Mac the knife – not so quick my red buttoned red handed suspect – there was an identical mac found at the crime scene.
I do think the confusion is a storm in a cold teacup, but probably welcomed, in the searing heat that is Death Valley.
My simple question is not who is wearing whose Mac ? – but rather for what exact misfeasance was the admirably defiant lurker’s account delered ? – if it was at all ?
She was under the admin banner in the last thread I raised from the dead, and it is only a questioning Nathan who has queried this not I.
Steeple, I have brought up Sharp’s buried dagger purely because she was such an exceptional lurker who brought contention and passionate debate in equal measure to a bored crowd. She stirred the tea if you will. The fact that I am in these threads is incidental, but glad you enjoyed reading that which to many,like you, is seen as a freshly painted thread.
Your Red Rum thread wherever it is deeply eccarcerated is still unsurpassable in its fine telling.
from one perched on a ricketty splintered stool ‘twixt two duelling from deep leather armchairs
My apologies Oh So Sharp
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