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Gamble, you seem to me to be a brilliant man (?) but an unhappy one.<br>I apologise for my ill manners in questioning your sanity.<br>Is there a record by the way for the number of apologies by an individual in a single thread? If so, let’s go for it.<br> I was prompted, however, by your implication that you had formed some sort of physical relationship with a sheep. (Do please correct me if I’m wrong). <br>This could not in itself, of course, be regarded as conclusive evidence of insanity. Far from it. Indeed the advantages of liaisons with our ovine friends rather than hideous, scolding, human harridans (presumably all that is available to them as an alternative) have long been acknowledged by men of wisdom and perspicacity who dwell close to nature, particularly in those rural communities where snaggle-toothery, inbreeding and Deliverance-like behaviour is more or less the norm.<br>The illiberal majority tends, however, to look askance at these, often very tender, marriages of convenience. I feel I should warn you therefore about flaunting your fondness for each other, particulary in the viler stews of the metropolis, at least until we move into a more forgiving and accepting age.<br>All this is intended, anyway, to let you know that I feel more than slightly sheepish.<br>As, I suppose, do you.<br>Z:biggrin:
I should have added that I certainly do not regard you as an ogre, and that I am most grateful for the anecdote about the books and serendipity.
Do you by any chance live in Oxford? And are you fond of the works of Dr. Seuss?
Zorro, I have a hangover from purgatory this afternoon, but must say your nicely crafted posting, has eased the pain. A kind heart seems to flow through it and I thank you. Above that heart however rests a mind that harbours within its broad breadth a sharp clever chisel, and I must use care. I finished a canvas last night and celebrated by cracking open two bottles of chianti. My choice of wine may not surprise you, but I got some specially in after the lambs, as I sort of live my strange words.
you seem to be a brilliant man ? but an unhappy one
I will leave the first quetion mark for later, but unhappy ? Yes indeed I am, restricted so in this mortal coil to change things, and boxed next to the Thames. Every few seconds of my life I enjoy internal laughter though. My mindwork has brought me cherry blossom in winter and heavy thick snow when the fan blows cooling air. I am disturbed by the shortness of life that still stretches long before me and the frailties of the monkey men that rule our planet.
 I write in long intensive bursts of two or three weeks. This burst is drying up, but I intend, White Knight permitting, to bring you a final curtain that will surprise and hopefully entrtain.
  I am a vulgar person and have read little. I own books but but never read them. Orwell, Graham Greene, but none of the modernists, O’Flaherty and so. I may well move to Oxford on your recommend. I love fine buildings and the occasional punt.
flatcapgamble…da boss lists some errata
 Turtle your shell was full of chianti last night and I saw a two headed monster.
 The word grandmaster was poached from an article, I write with loaded gun.
 I will write next of a dream and then three postings to expose and blow the lid of the enigma that is gamble.
p.s. I will not write tomorrow
And are you fond of the works of Dr Seuss ?
<br>  Never heard of him, but have since learned he is an american centenarian and famous for getting children to read :laugh: It’s all bull, Bull
O’Flaherty is not a modern read and I remove the word vulgar for myself
 Zorro parries then thrusts with a tickler under the belt
I am now fully recovered from the chianti and yesterday excess, but felt an hour earlier not to post tonight and to tamely shake my tail and leave. I do appreciate this thread is now worn out and to divert it directionally, strains once more my touchy relationship with the White Knight, but hey this wont take long and I am a gambler, and one above all – who occasionally allows others the last laugh
…the enigma that is gamble :puke:
flatcapgamble….Oi
I have decided to decline exposing myself at this stage – my head is still not right.
Zorro you took my words of upset slightly too seriously – but no matter I thoroughly enjoyed your bovine benificence. I was to have skipped the dream and offered three written pieces this evening; two about and detailing myself and one other. One would have interestingly been false.
 When I am re-energized in the distant future I may return to complete the task. You Zorro are more pragmatic than I – a more well rounded individual, but we two do indeed have similarities in our tendency to stretch out on a non-conformist limb. The turtle is marshallian, and yes has stretched my patience in various ways of late, but he/she is a find, a treasure.
  There is some unhappiness in me which you Z picked up on, and it is a complicated mixture of life events and missed opportunity. I firmly believe I share this in common with most, but I am a joyous person too and am prone to breathe in life’s offerings so deeply I sometimes feel to burst.  I am all done and May the 3rd – a welcome double banger* will be a very different day. I leave you all with a thought.
  If the one billion sheep that inhabit this spinning ball :spin: of mind-popping possibility were to stand hoof to hoof and take up arms against the six billion two-legged monkeys, who indeed would win ?
The wooly ones are all saints who wouldn’t hurt a fly, and armed with slendour tongues that lick mother nature in the long grasses to bring a mona lisa smile.
 That is easy to answer, but a more difficult one would be who should win ?
 I advise you all to take up arms and don the fleece, baaaa the lamb of God.
flatcapgamble..that’ll be about it then
* a public holiday ÂÂÂ
(Edited by gamble at 11:33 pm on May 2, 2004)
Who God is, if indeed, is a possibility even the monkey men haven’t a banana on. God haunts my mind, he is the safe option that kicks starts ethics.
g’night
:saint: the final chapter
He went flying down the alley, lurching from side to side from the rocking of the train, and contriving to light another cigarette as he went. He sat down next to a pool of blood and looked upwards. Suddenly the meaning of the whole godamned ball game flashed upon the Saint so suddenly and so lucidy that he threw back his head and bowed before a gust of helpless mirth. He put his gun down. ÂÂÂ
<br>flatcapgamble…god save America was a Seussian ploy. Keep your sword sharp Zorro, gamble will leave you any last word if you dare, but will return within months as Darkman the prolific horn ed beast.  ÂÂÂ
In the year three billion the sun finally popped its cork to explode its energy and spew its megatons of thickly stewed fire in direction Earth. A heated woman stood by a boiling ocean and shouted…
 Enough is enough
<br>flatcapgamble… Craggy and Flake your moderating tolerance is to be commended. He truly has gone<br>
(Edited by gamble at 2:34 am on May 3, 2004)
a final thought for the White Knight
 ..the black widow spider will offer a greeting :kiss:<br>   to its hapless mate before scented candles are tenderly lit for dinner. A steaming fondu is then brought in and placed lovingly on the table with four pairs of trembling and expectant hairy hands. The mate glances worriedly at the size of the laid out steak knifes and wonders whether a gamble is in order before bed
flatcapgamble…He still seems to have issues about the three month cull of shy names that cannot word associate. He has held a meeting with four ghosts who will him on to get craggy.
:sing:
    Bend me shape me<br>     anyway you want me<br>     long as you hate me<br>     its alright
AMENcorner
 Final wet monday thoughts…
Turtle YOU have a soft centre inside to nicely counterbalance that hard shell statement earlier on<br>
0n 18th April 543pm Turtle wrote..
 You leave Paul alone boyo bach
<br>Jane wrote…
On 19th April at 505pm  Turtle, are you really Paul Haigh ?
This was a highly interesting statement from Jane posted at turtle’s favourite tea time and 24 hours later. Strange I do not know you well Jane, but you have posted a lot. It was an interesting innocent looking statement but it raised doubts in my razor sharp.
The boyo bach (batchelor) was memorized by Zorro many days later…as he stated " gamble, my wife is not welsh"
  Zorro (RP) and turtle both tipped different horses for the colts classic. This nicely separates the two posters, unless Zorro was hedging his bets which is unlikely. They have different characters. Turtle amazingly tipped both classic winners in his "dream of hooves". Grimes was the only other to back both horses, hmmm, but in a fuddled way as he had more than two bets. He often writes with a deep south texan drawl, like he is chewing  toffees, which is most offputting. Tooting is finally cleared of wearing a shell suit. He hates emoticons more than losers. ÂÂÂ
 I believe turtle lurks inside this thread. The Saltyjack case was my last, and I am not opening a full enquiry. The notebook is nicely noted though.
 Hastings, this Turtle he is a laughing creature and needs to slip his neck out just one more little inch. I think the small lettuce wil be a carotte for him, n’est-ce-pas ?,:scratchchin: or failing that the boot of Hoofski size 12
Hastings…" Poirot this reminds me of the snail case last year, now that one took a long time "
<br> Grimes’s drawl reminds me of Chiquita who used to look after me when I was small..
Chiquita used to sit in Paw’s rocker and he let her roll his cigar for him when Maw was out at bingo. He used to shout out after her " Maw hit those numbers for us ". Now that made Chiquita laugh and when Chiquita laughed Paw did too, and seeing ’em both laugh so much sort of made me cry a bit for Maw – cos she was out working the numbers. It didn’t last long though cos Chiquita gave me a nice little mexican smile and stroked my hair and Paw used to let me get up on the rocker with them and we had a hug altogether :grouphug:. Maw used to come back later and say she hadn’t won and then she’d ask for a cigar. We all looked sad specially Paw. I had a good childhood, me Maw and Paw and the lovely chiquita
flatcapgamble…THE SAINT CLUB :saint:
… It is a pretty elastic type of organization and the rules are very much what you want to interpret them to be :shhh:. The only one which we ruthlessly insist on is the minimum annul subscription of 5s. a year for readers over 16 years. Simon is the only fully paid up life member.
These are my final words on this thread <br>
(Edited by gamble at 10:36 am on May 4, 2004)
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