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Jilly if your last post is in any way valedictory
my full account is not yet written
and many chickens remain unaccounted for.The anti-climax of my yesterday car journey is shortly upon us…
I was travelling along the A40
direction Oxford the time was
1550. Vladimir Putin had Georgia
on his mind I had a vacuous mind
with a little bit of reezan in it.
I started to think of the murderous
happenings in my writing career;
The clone wars, the boat race thread,
turning Marshall into a monster,
911 and my challenge to the FBI
I then focused on Salty Jack
and whimsically considered the miserable
evidence to connect Razeen’s hand
to him
It was at exactly that time
that I saw it – a small blue car ahead
travelling past me in the
third lane.
The numberplate registration
sent me immediately into a different world
it was RAZ6660.I travelled into that section of the mind
that harnesses memories of wondrous
serendipities, and lost all focus
of where I was going.
My direction hardly mattered after seeing it,
and I took an automatan left branch
off the A road quite unintentionally and
with faint realisation of my speed.
There was some logic in it as I had taken
the fork before. I came upon a junction and took
a
road that led me back to the A40 – direction
Harrow and the wrong way. I turned off at
the Yeading intersection, and via a roundabout
got back on the A40 direction Oxford.
I passed the road I mistakenly forked off
and chuckled internally, it was the A466.Arriving at my destination at 1820 I drove into
a cloned Tesco express and bought a large
cadburys chocolate bar, single cream
(for coffee)
and no crone. I bought that later in an offy
not brewed in the UK and scowling at the price.
I went out for the evening consuming a fish pie.
I logged into the internet at 0015 on my return
thinking to write… I logged out with no desire and
cracked a crone
I logged back into the edge of reezan at 0035
and the page view hit me with 3666.
I turned off the laptop and hit the crone.
The numbers had been particularly favourable
and small things… but my mind was less than
little and there was no winged armchair
to postulate.
I did a poor handstand and went to bed
noticing I was thinner than Obama
and my mind soon drifted off to Chechnya
and the travelling scrabble I had picked up
a month ago and never opened.I can see where you’re coming from Gambers.
I’ve just looked at the number of posts I’ve made-obviously not counting this one- 1742!! If one subtracts the first number from the second number = 6 .. then add the third number to the fourth = 6.. finally… The day of the month that I joined= 6!!
666
How spooky is that!
You are a good,kind man-IMO-But you’re nuttier than a bar of fruit ‘n’ nut with the fruit-and indeed the chocolate- removed
The only nutty thing I did
was exposing my nightly handstand
and if most copy me
it could turn the world upside down
999Yes, the poor handstand was quite a revelation, and brought to mind a vision of an ageing Dickie Henderson.
I prefer to do the splits.
an ageing Dickie Henderson
This is quite uncanny as I wrote about Dickie and his son Matt
several years ago in thiis house. If you have were a lurker at this
formative time Jilly I can recommend my doctor to you, or maybe
it is just 666, but I found your observation made my stroll in the park
this afternoon far more amusing than usual. Not that I usually stroll.nightly handstands
An ageing Indiian woman told me her husband swore by them.
He apparently was in rude health, and I considered the tip for
several months and did private research before adopting it into my
daily routing. After crone though I find them more of a challenge.unusual
When I was twelve years old I went for a cycle ride through suburban streets with a raincoat on
and nothing else apart from socks and shoes. It was at this age I decided to live an unusual lifesplash
I bought a book today at the end of my stroll. It was called the R. Crumb Coffee Table Art Book.
as you open the first page a man wearing glasses sits at what I would call a draftman’s table – angled, and. on a raised stage. There is an audience of possibly a few hundred and the bubbles read….BARE YOUR SOUL ON THE PAGE
YEAH ! WE LIKE IT
IT’S INT’RESTING
GWAN DO IT
SWEAT SOME BLOOD
WHAT”RE YOU WAITING FOR ?This is splash -.You Jilly are splash as is Jimilarkey and the Sky brothers, Razeen to a point. Crumb’s splash art was assisted by LSD but most use that little frickin devil in the front lobe.
Sharon Stone
I finished my 60 hour razor experience with Stone. She lived up, but not quite enough in the film Silver as the energy dropped and I hurled a can at the crouching menace TV.. I must take out Hitchcock’s Birds again and watch a really compelling heroine. Real Shame he never got Joseph Stephano to write the script (who did Psycho) but Steph didn’t like the story. I suppose his mind was wasted after Psycho.
I’d have tried for his mother in fact better still her mother.the slowing board
Strange isn’t it but it’s happening like a miracle of nature. Fickle things boards and it’s even beyond the powers of lthe white witch dynasty of Daisey, Soba, Tete Rouge, Mesha and Dave’s dog splash.
PMSL Gamble
.. Almost literally You are very funny ,and my fav. poster on fora-Don’t tell the man in black,as I once said much the same to him. It was reciprocal,though.As I once told you.
As for Dave’s bitch-I think he should call it Anne or Mully or Tracey or,as it’s a puppy dog, Pauly
Other names for Dave’s perusal…
Kizzy-Kooky-Sissy-Windy-Tracy-Jinxy-Misty-Kissy-Honey-Tissy-Jinny-Gilly-Killy(my fav.
)..Anything ending in ‘y’ really-Except Jilly.of course Tete Rouge, now there’s a name I had completely forgotten.
Yeah, little red rarely posts these days.Such a shame
"When I was twelve years old I went for a cycle ride through suburban streets with a raincoat on
and nothing else apart from socks and shoes. It was at this age I decided to live an unusual life "Still PMSL @ that
You’ve cheered me up on a day when there is little cheer,as my trip to the Abbot is no more-Waterlogged Jilly’d glad you have kept
yourself at least externally dry
missing the Abbot
on this day of little tears.
I thank you for your words
a breath of fresh air.The man in black ( Davies )
was far more versatile than I –
a crumb compared to his
thousand island dressing –
politics, big brother’s big mouth,
formation and annexation of houses,
more rat runs than a bookie’s runner.
Only saw him hold up his hands
once in defeat in over 6000 postings
Asian politics it was, and wit challenged him
with some compelling links.
Talking of wit
some believe he was indeed pushed.Drone wrote
Wit’s last posts were on the demise of Ceefax racing, at which a tired-and-emotional Micky Mo responded with some late-night less-than-considered ramblings. Draw your own conclusions.
This is indeed a good, entertaining forum and as I’ve repeated ad nauseam, thanks to all of the small percentage of members who actually bother to contribute: good, bad, mad and sad.
’tis only a message-board
flatcapgamble…
them and us
them and us
who is them
and who is us
pieces of eight
fight for your taket Anne or Mully or Tracey
Other names for Dave’s perusal…
Kizzy-Kooky-Sissy-Windy-Tracy-Jinxy-Misty-Kissy-Honey-Tissy-Jinny-Gilly-Killy Anything ending in ‘y’ really-Except Jilly.of courseGilly is the wife’s name, so that’s already been suggested, I will propose the others and see what they say.
g – I think posters get fed up or take the hump over meaningless percieved slights. You need a pretty thick skin and plenty of spare time.
I wonder if anyone actually gets really upset by what other people write, like they would want to punch you in the face if they met you in person?
Dave I would also like to
propose the name Beccy
no time to explain now
but I feel luckyp.s. I do believe the emotions can
go deeper than a punch in the face
and there is no face
so they can simmer
into hate’tis only a message board
Ahh yes but what of the secondlifers
who sit in the pages all day ?flash and splash
flash posting is different to splash,
it involves the use of freeing the mind of inhibition and freely associating and quickly keying in the result. I have practised this in various houses and it can be liberating andi fun – very much, very very much, like breaking the speed limit, but excessively.I awoke at 5am this morning got in my car at 6am packed with a case half zipped up and bin liners full of odds (pants and things). I had had four hours sleep and had a long journey ahead.I was slightly worried about my alcohol consumption – 3/4 of a bottle of wine drunk since 8pm. I sat through Braveheart which had been unsatisfactory because of adverts constant like flies, and stupid cuts, and of course the fact it was filmed in Ireland. I had needed some drug sustenance to get through it and alcohol is legal.
The sun was up and mesage boards filtered through my mind and some of the things that had puzzled me over the past few weeks sat there. I had the radio lightly on, and one of the questions in my head revealed an answer more or less immediately. Suddenly there was clarity, like the clear sky, but instead of easing my mind it rather troubled me. I had been writing flash and although innocent in intent, I suddenly realised how it might be misconstrued and its implications.
’tis only a mesaage board
What I discovered on my car journey
has implications for flash and for my writing.
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