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Just testing his resolve and ingenuity, Wit. You know how it is in the Circus…..every man for himself and all that.
Mr P , sorry If I have misled you , but the clue is in my post…..this whole episode rovolves around a fracas that happened near a chip shop .. that ..it was nasty…is a fact….
Only Gamble can clear up the mess
If I were you I would start a thread to welcome back the ex convicts that have been exiled from here … not that it will do any good ,……
This outpost is now populated mostly by cornflake posters, and the manna that they survive on is merely nonsense to you and I ….
I was hoping to get this issue resolved , but it seems we may have to wait a few more years , when this place will have new ownership and a brand new banner as a sponsor
cheers
Ricky
Yes, Ricky, I remember you well from my Circus days. If my memory serves me rightly, didn’t you get into a spot of bother down in Marrakesh? Something to do with that Russian Air Attache I do believe.
Never mind old boy…we all make mistakes. Glad to see you back in the fold, though referring to me as a cornflake poster is a little indiscreet considering your past misdemeanors with Anatoly at breakfast times. Something of a serial (no pun intended) affair so I’m told.
Perhaps you need to spend some time with the Czechs before coming back to the Embankment. It’s a bit chaotic here at present…some nasty business in Pimlico to sort out.
See you.
KRicky Lake wrote…..this whole episode rovolves around a fracas that happened near a chip shop
You don’t mean when the fish got battered do you RL? I think you’ve got the wrong plaice if you ask me. It could just have been a load of old codswallop so it’s a waste of time me carping on about it.
Only Gamble can clear up the mess
If I were you I would start a thread to welcome back the ex convicts that have been exiled from here … not that it will do any good ,……
This outpost is now populated mostly by cornflake posters, and the manna that they survive on is merely nonsense to you and I ….
I was hoping to get this issue resolved , but it seems we may have to wait a few more years , when this place will have new ownership and a brand new banner as a sponsor
Brother Mac recently informed us that the world is changing, like it or not, so get with it Ricky
The low-cholesterol generation prefer to break their fast on cornflakes, some of them with added nuts. A virtuous and fleetingly healthy feeling ensues, though dissatisfaction and hollowness lingers.Bangers, bacon, eggs, full stomach and a fulsome belch are now the preserve of those few who were where it’s at way back when in 2004 though if you remember where, you weren’t there
Your admiration of the shapely ovine form singles you out as a man of discerning taste who undoubtedly troughs cumberland and danish, but it does reek too much of adulation: that is a trait one would expect of the hollow ‘flaker who spends the day twittering and the evening on myface reading their spacebook*
I spent some downtime last week peering through the barely open doors of other familiar racing message boards . Despite the efforts of a number of sometime TRFers Paradise never left this hellish mortal coil and appears now to be in either limbo or purgatory. EBA too near-death. Final Furlong and Neigh moribund. Talking Horses and Flatstats together in a slow canter.
Any other’s I’ve missed?
All were once busy or busier. Where have the posters gone? Here, there, elsewhere? Has the big Scottish cod eaten all the sprats? Is one fat one healthy?
The problem I think Ricky is repetition. There’s only so much a niche-interest message board can discuss and t’old ones have read it all before. Aloof yawns all around and a harking back to those blue-remembered days when the turf was always greener and all the correspondents shakespearean: select memories
Gamble has been repeating the same mantra for decades but in a myriad different ways…or not, who knows? He knows (not?)
The torment is killing me
*c Jennifer Saunders
Hiya Drone oldest of boys
, thank you for your desertation , I have needed it ..Cornflake you are not
Black Puddin maybe
have fun
Ricky
Gamble is not meant to be understood by mere mortals.
Who would be so foolish as to ask Picasso what made him paint that way?
Good stuff guys
Hopefully Gamble will be along shortly to clear this up once and for all.
In the meantime I shall post the Skyboat song on tother thread.For Blues Brothers everywhere.
Gamble is not meant to be understood by mere mortals.
Who would be so foolish as to ask Picasso what made him paint that way?
Hmm…
His
words do at times evoke images of a fractured, splintered multidimensional cube…
…but a poignant allusive unsettling surrealism subsumes all else
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drink to me, drink to my health, you know I can’t drink any more
A teensy-weensy piece of
He
/She/It incarnate resided within Dali’s little grey cells; he looked down from above the above to the back and behind of beyond
Hockney cashed in his soul and dallied with microchippic imagery: it’s too logical Mr Spock…
Dali died in a smutty smock with a brush in his hand and a head full of ideas that drove him insane
krones, crones, cronies, clones, drones…buzzzz, the head spins and the flesh crawls with ’em
Poirot, this one’s for Holmes
oui, mon ami
Hello again all, been taking a bit of a sabbatical on the Sub Continent. Was woken out of my lethargy by a well timed reminder from the head honcho of this site. Thought this was the best thread to re-enter as I’m sure my old sparring partner, Gamble, will check it out on a regular basis. Good to see the surealist vien is still running through this page. Anyway Gamble, I hope you are in fine fettle and the wool is bunching up nicely for the coming winter months. Scarborough can be chilly in September. Can’t say it is good to be back yet. Only time will tell.
"I know that the writing’s on the wall" Paulo Nuntini.
Possibly a good a place for entry
as anywhere Hoofski and very pleased
to see you. This thread although
a heavy millstone in many regards
reeks of irreverance and will always
defy normal thought.I have to admit to rejoining the
ranks of the teenager having suffered
my second serious hangover in two weeks.
A double banger weekend gives the
perfect backdrop for some serious
mind blowing. I was up a cliff in the afternoon
and down the neck of a bottle in the evening.I was introduced to art at an early age;
Dennis’s brilliantly striped jumper, the
unrefined stubble of desperate dan and
I had a thing going on with olive oil
(popeye’s girlfiend).Drone has hit some buttons in here
and I will be back at an indefinate hourI must say today has me wracked with self doubt. Leafing through some old Racing Posts I came to the 7th August 2010 edition and there they were – the colours for the Shergar Cup. For someone like me these are the propeller blades of the Titanic marked with the number 401. Compelling evidence of cock-up not conspiracy.
Maybe the ship has just simply sunk.
Then we had the recent return of The Fox, all ‘see this watch..’ and the grass is greener, to come and play with the chickens. THEY were allowing him a home run and even myself dressing as a polecat (click whirr) did nothing to fuel the flames.
Maybe the iron has simply frozen.
Time for one last roll of the dice, Gamble. For the old guard shall all soon be buried under a pile of tweets.
@last…
I did a word search on chickens
and found some interesting stuff,
amongst them quite a revealing
childhood experience from Grimes.
I went to bed without any written
contribution, stuck for words,
and here I am back and a bit
ragged with a delayed
intention to write something.
I did look in yesterday but was all
fingers and thumbsGlenn
Good of you to unsettle your doubts
in here
in this place of no reezan.
The Titanic’s 20000 leagues will live far longer
in man’s memory than Shegar’s ten lengths
and it was for this reason I played
the hackneyed, some would say haunting, refrain at
my funeral. You must agree I did
look a little pale when we met near Putney
at the White Horse.Mr Pilsen
Yes you may well have hit the button –
or some may describe it as the future.
I have thrown two sixes and salute
all the grouchy free writers everywhere
dead and alive,with a verse..Is there anybody there
said the traveller
as he knocked on the moonlit door
My knock has little power
when there are no ears.Plzeň, you’re not alone in finding the constraints of modern day 0-140 handicapping a little wearying. Where does Secreteriat fit in to such confined borders?
Thankfully there exists a world outside of the free umbrellas, where the ceilings reach to the sky and the figures never lie.
Gamble, behold a pale horse!
I think we are closing in on our target in a very roundabout sort of way. I’ll leave you with a couple of quotes from the play that seem especially pertinent.
‘You can only predict things after they have happened.’
‘There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rarer.’
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