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A good question Purwell and gravity and age which affect all human species have certainly left their mark on me. It was all a bit worrisome as a boy born with a large head might stick out in class or be picked on. To complement the large bonce I luckily popped out into the world gifted with two extremely long arms, in fact ape like, and touching my toes even today is a doddle. I can bend over easily and place my clenched fists on the ground – even shoed up.
I have very early memories as a child and remember with special warmth those early days in the pram. I used to navigate myself along and across the kitchen floor, which was blessed with a patterned lino – the pattern of which I still remember with fondness – by using my arms as a fulcrum and pulling my bottom across the floor. I had a plastic container for my nappy and this slid well across the shiny floor and Maw and Paw marvelled at this and would show me proudly off in action- if any neighbours were to pop in. I do remember my first walking steps in that small kitchen in south London. My two parents and a neighbour clapped me in standing ovation and yelped with joy and wonderment. I fully realised what I had done and had a sense of pride and achievement.
Because my arms were so developed I was the strongest boy in the class and there was a small wall about a foot high in our play yard and boys used to balance on it and there were wrestling contests and boys lined up in a queue to try to wrestle off the the current champion. It was all a matter of balance and arm strength. The champion had a slight advantage as there was a brick wall behind him his back could rest against. I became known as King of the wall. The size of my head was protected from any untoward or curious comment. No one messed with the boy ape !I think the size of my head has actually grown with age, but minimally. I still take the large hat size.
Great story gamble
your long arms and drones long legs would have made a good tag teamBlackbeard to conquer the World
My news above is not novel-I wrote all this some years previous but not in such detail. Gnats your news is novel. There is drone news every day but not of a drone of the long legged variety living in a small Hamlet in the north of England. He travels incognito but has been spotted on a train on journeys that connect places of interest. A well placed telescope has caught him tending to his back garden which is private and secluded.
Finding out what Drone is up to in his private time, especially since he’s gone somewhat to ground, has become an enjoyable pastime of mine. All I have to go on are his witterings, but interestingly enough, looking back they do convey a direction of travel. Even one word can give a clue, two even better, and a misplaced word possibly the jewel. Not many misplaced words in Drone’s posts though , a crystal ball would do the trick but these are rare to find and can be unreliable and usually with an old woman attached, or in tow and often wearing a shawl and with a head covering.
There are only so many tall dark strangers you can meet in a day !If an old bird said to me
” Your going to meet a tall dark stranger”
I’d probably order some chips over the dog and bone, make sure all the windows are tightly fastened, and have an evening in.
These strangers don’t usually hang about.A late night night musing 🎵
Was it Maximilian5 who used to burn the late night candle and at both ends.
I wonder if he solved the giant crossword puzzle or, if he’s still missing a few words.
Well done 👍 Max for your effort – I watched you from a safe distance !
Upper Case Drone resumed; quite right too lower case gamble
There’s a lot less to me than meets the written word: tall tales tellingly told, though very much sub rosa drones compared to your supra rosa odes
I’ll be taking the slow train to Kendal on Monday, change at Preston. There isn’t a fast alternative but wouldn’t want that anyway: arriving wherever and relishing the change is much more rewarding after a tiresome journey
A soaking of the cranefly legs in Windermere beckons: nice
You were born between the wars then. VE Day and Korean would be my guess. I buzzed into this incarnation ‘twixt the could’ve been skirmishes at Suez and Cuba
Maxilon5 sank without trace into the fibresand at Southwell hollering the words ‘it’s the Bunbury Cup you philistines not the Bet 365 32 Red Handicap’. A valued correspondent who I believe remains on speaking terms with Alan Potts, who will no doubt enjoy showing off his new anorak and thermal under garments next time they meet at backend Colwick prior to retreading the muddy turf over winter
Do you meander around Tatts at all these days gamboller? I don’t, though I circumnavigated Knavesmire last week. Seemed relatively quiet attendance wise
Good to get a few paragraphs off my thorax again
Hotel California will always beckon too
My dear Drone your post above was very well received and I have just read through it a third time today and each time it has raised a chuckle. Your ‘cranefly legs’ is far far better than my three worded smoke bomb ‘ between the wars ‘
I decline to mention my age but will state to that your perceptions are finely honed on the large cannon stones of reason and probability.
I thought to acknowledge your post shortly after you wrote it but I am a lazy fellow and there was work to do before I replied.
Firstly I wanted to check what an ode was – I think it might be a short story with a message but I needed to Google that. Next I had to think about possibly giving birth and presenting issue as Little Ruby. I did not want to lose your post on t’other page. I would need to count the posts to prevent the birth of little Chucky Ruby – more work. The third thing was the quality of my post had to at least come somewhere near the high rung you set. I felt I had to be in jocular mood which I wasn’t. The last and fourth problem was the state of my mind – I was at the time fully involved in the South African betting markets and when I bet although present as an observer I do have a very serious mindset and I am far from jocular.The last problem was timing and the fact that if I replied your post might not be widely read. People often avoid or ignore my writtings. It was confirmed by the Betfair police to me in 2002 that they never read my content. If I wanted to write something untoward I would bury it in the middle of a serious post and avoid the Big brother scrutiny. By not replying or acknowledging your post in a timely way you have consequently been
much more widely read and noticed – Doublethink – reverse logic – rudeness, all wrapped up as a colourful present. I would also like you to know that I write totally enveloped in your shadow and bend double, or may be a bit more, your most umble umble servant.
I haven’t finished but need a short break and a wasp is attacking my tea cup.
p.s. I haven’t read my words they may need edits !Actually needed to exit – no edit – my edits 😕 !!!
Plan was to acknowledge your post later that day but I had a full programme and had people to meet but I sat half a person ‘naked’ with my other half out enjoying female company. I told you I am lazy and was sitting blissfully alone and thought to change plan and crack open a day in the sun and markets so cancelled all my appointments to observe and bathe in the evening all weather plus the new kid on the block FFOS and the sun of Saratoga – no time for Drone !At around midnight I was totally knackerooed and needed to seriously unwind and so a decision was made to re -watch Schindler’s List ( with a running female commentary and two bottles of find the wine ) We then re watched half an hour of Cape 😨 Fear with my old mate Robert De Niro is watching – acting splendidly well.
I turned in at 3am yet another non drone day !A jolly good ramble scrambled gamble
Checking out: the Borrowdale Volcanics are calling though I fear it will be just too darn hot to hit the hills
Never mind: slipping into wistful, whimsical reveries gazing at them thar hills will do nicely
There’s a Wetherspoons in Kendal: bring it on
Toodle pip
I hadn’t reported about yesterday as a non drone reply day – or wished you well on your trip to Kendall which I just checked out is eight miles away from the lake. I wish I could plan a trip like that. Strange thing is I could really.
I wish you well
I do like the
The Lake district
It’s the closest
you’ll ever get to
a Rupert the Bear annual
without the dressed up
animals.Mike Yarwwood R.I.P lived in Brinsworth house
Built in 1850, the house situated in Twickenham has 40 bedrooms, six separate living/ function rooms, an entertainment stage with bar area, a conservatory, library, restaurant, television rooms and even a hair salon. The home is decorated throughout to emphasise and represent its theatrical lineage and keeps the ethos alive.
Fluff Freeman and Richard O’Sullivan were also seen stretching their legs in the three acre grounds but some time ago.
Osullivan is still there , Yarwoods career was finished when Wilson retired , this will be akin to Cheeza ‘s career being finished when Hughsie retires on TRF …. no Hughsie …no Chezza
I was a bit concerned when you said you might murder me ?
Pretendy woman
“But that was before you put the biscuits back in the tin where they should be.”
“I feel I belong in Africa”
Pretendy woman
“All you belong in, is in that chair”
” Yes but that chair should be sat in the red orange earth of Africa with a big sun beating down and Birds of Paradise looking on ‘
Pretendy woman
“Birds of Paradise ? – in your dreams ! Are you sure you’ve got the right continent ? – I’m going to bed ”
” Before you do your teeth remember this – Paw was black and I was an accident !”
Very rarely watch or read the news. It’s so bloody, depressingly bad and I make an effort to try and stay upbeat most of the time. It’s so easy to get sucked into getting yourself angry with what’s going on in the world.
Fed up Mickey I am in your team on this and I am also disconsolate about being manipulated by foreign correspondents who are intent on trespassing into my living area and private space and all for my supposed betterment, educating me about world affairs. Fact is I try to live like a model citizen all day harming no one, some bad thoughts possibly, but doing as little as possible all day, well getting away with it, and no harm to anyone. I haven’t killed anyone and zero death count, anyway I get home, flip my clogs off and the drug in the corner begs me to turn it on. Suddenly I am in a street in the middle of Gaza with bombs dropping all around me. I turn the drug off put my kipper on and demolish it with a nice salad and then the drug beckons again. I sit there twiddling my thumbs and then I give in. I’m suddenly once again in the middle of a war zone with sombre faces and hands wringing all around and then the drinks cabinet says …” Hey fella I might be able to help you out of this ”
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