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‘Not posted for ages and the likelihood is I won’t post again.’
What the hell happened to your Neez ?
You’ve given up the clippity clop – life goes on. Your wife’s pleased your £12 monthly racing subscription saving seems to go a long way in the veggie market. Your wife’s pleased (repetition), your son doesn’t care he’s into girls gaiters and penalties.
Interesting commonality Neez you share share share with Blob and Raz. All three of you produced sons. One each and that’s enough. Your boy has just reached 18 so enjoy your birthday this month a little bit more – take the back seat now he’s grown.Put the slippers on.
As for the Rag and Mop they do all this real ale and you a wifebeater drinker. I am more mop and your rag but guess we could sharpen our tongues on a pint of directors.When you posted I was already down river. Good poem that and interesting too. I don’t know any beaches near Leicester – Wells is one and yeah I was scratching my head the other night trying to remember where cybermum and hubby Nev took their bucket and spade holidays. It wasn’t Scarborough. Course that’s a long long time ago. Last time I was in the Loughborough Road area I was about 20 and slept the night standing up in a telephone box sleeping rough. I went to a party – nice girl with a shaggy dog – got plastered and missed my lift so hitched back to Bankbroke hence the B and B in a red box.
I hated that shaggy dog !
THE RISE AND RISE OF IAN DAVIES
His remains were exhumed on Talking horses and the later coroner report stated that although he appeared dead from the neck down, he was still able to move his mouth and was and is still talking volumes, something the coroner referred to as – the Davies corpus.
It’s a shaggy dog story
that will never be bettered.His carer keeps him supplied with Hobnobs but he won’t let her buy them unless they are on BOGOF.
His What3Words location is Goat/Constitution/Hill.
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highwaysHere’s a BOGOF on boredom.
Purrr !Graham Greene once wrote that writing was essentially a boring occupation, which in essence, consisted of a man or woman, or possibly a they, sitting alone and isolated in an empty room – a room that exactly mimicked strict exam room nervousness and turgid atmosphere – ring 999 – beam me up Scottie, and get me outta here – ” You may begin ” with just twitchy fingers and an itchy pen sitting somewhere in the mist – not forgetting the blank head, ninety percent full of air and ten percent full of aspiration or fake plots..
Greene suffered for many years, possibly twenty, with depression.
His doppelganger however poo pood happy pills and talking therapy – he was living the writer’s dream and fakin’ it, but unlike the real Graham didnee need Medicare or Prozac pretenders- he was living the grandiose life of old Riley – the life on the farm with no milking !whilst poor Graham the real angst ridden hero was scratchin’ his gringo head in a South American hell hole, all viewed from his pokey room looking out on a blue seascape he saw as a shade of grey.
The doppelganger possessed not an inch of literary talent but that didnee really matter, he could act on a sixpence and was consequently treated like royalty and the bees knees.The late great Barry Dennis wrote, on this very platform
…’Racing is soooooo boring.”
Hang on Barry isn’t it at Steepledowns or Porttman Park or Pitman Park, where the crowds throw their hats in the air at the the finish and all in glorious technicolour
Let’s have a look through the square window, some 21 years back
Keith the Teeth famously wrote..
BLAH BLAH BLAH
This forum is boring.Well hang on Keith that’s
Buy one get two free !!!I wanna say SHAGGY DOG and ‘Hang On’ for the third time
I get the feeling Me Davies is holed up on the the Costa del crime waiting on heat to cool off ….or the start of the national hunt season and the return of the hill …
I hope he washes his hands when he’s finished.
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highwaysStrawberry Fields forever plus a cup of free coffee
The BlobI cannae get me no satisfaction
RazbeenTake your pick – two iconic gods or gifs both destroyed in their creative yoof period !
When will they ever learn ?
Goodlynight.
Quick pick up Ruby I’m impressed …but
Just what the truth is I cannae say anymore
aka The Moody BluesIt’s a conundrum and an unfathomable… like Ruby Tuesday Oh Ruby Ruby Ruby …
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still, I’m gonna miss youBut the big nagging question is
WHY CHANGE ?
WE LOVE THE PAST !
OLD POSTERS SHOULD NEVER DEE
As far as spitting feathers
that was my wry attempt at humor.
US style
I am not at all angry.
I certainly did not intend to post last night and forgot to log off – hence my today’s post.
I may have left the drawer open.
I don’t post on forums these slightly colder days. I do keep the odd eye on them.I have largely given up South Africa and US bar the big meets.
Just UK racing. (due to its depth)I haven’t seen Davies about anywhere. I wish him well with his mute activities.
Razbag has probably settled himself with age. I know leafy Bromley very well from the distant past.
I am wearing a white puffer jacket – a crisp tenner to anyone who apprehends me today.
Goodly bye
( currently sitting in a Turkish bakehouse drinking Turkish coffee – just about to order a second Americano.)
The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Ian Davies
In a broken down old shithouse
In a broken down old town
As he sat there doing big jobs
Dreaming of a thousand Hobnobs
‘Till the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round(Apologies to Dr. Hook)
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highways
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