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Was it Sand or was it Sam
Threw a ball back there and ran,
Which of these two posting men,
Was it Sand or was it SamIt was SAM it was SAM
It was Sam children,
Did you guess it right ?We’re going to ask you,
to all grow up quickly now,
and take a quick butchers
through the square window,Look carefully children,
You should see a grownup
dressed up as a butler
looking through a small
round keyhole.
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Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said: “We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax,” said the night man
“We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!”Sorry, gamble, you and the mutt are trapped in this, sometimes, vicious circle.
I’m so dizzy my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool, it never ends….
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Don’t think you’ve posted on the clapper thread, gamble, but I’ve marked you down as pro. I can just imagine you stood shoulder to shoulder with Rachel Johnson – and at least one of you getting moist.
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Hope that got the old sheep thinking – got to try to keep him on his hooves.
Tank I am non conformist rather apolitical and always wanted to live in a garden shed. Rachel is a little too alpha for a B lister like me actually, and probably one of those women that like listening to the radio in bed and possibly even to her new employer L Bloody C ……..RADIO – I LOVE YOU.
The only reason that one of Newnight’s anchor women may well have had her eyes out on stalks and rolled them round at me on that sunny afternoon well over a decade ago, and maybe I misinterpreted her look, was that back then I cut a rather strange but imposing figure as I approached any innocent passer by. I was that day wearing a pair of the coolest faded hells angels jeans in town, juxtaposed and counterpointed with a tailored coat made of 100 percent best lambswool and with the finest tailored stitching that was guaranteed to raise an eyebrow anywhere in bankroke’s cleanly laundered square mile, and which cost me an arm and a leg.
I’ve changed my appearance as the seasons took their inevitable toll, and rather than an in yer face in flagrante I’m SMOKIN… quick quick lock your daughters up direct approach, I might more appropriately nowadays, just wear a onesie and look down sheepishly from the window. Time does things to you; your bottom falls and your toes start to curl up. The only way I could for certain attract a pair of piercing brown eyes these days, that might be saying more than hallo, would be if I had my gear on – my thick shiny black military style leather coat with ‘look at me’ lapels and matching boots to kill. Not killer boots literally, but dangerous looking bovver, mug-me type steel cappers, inscribed round the heel ‘ get your *rse out of town ‘. I would also be carrying a stick.
flatcapgamble…Who’s looking at you kid
Gamble, do you have a name for your stick..??
May I suggest Lucille
Now, if you just wrap some barb wire around the stick you could possibly pass as Negan from the Walking Dead.“I Wear A Leather Jacket, I Have Lucille, And My NutSack Is Made Of Steel.”
Charles Darwin to conquer the World
Lucille will do just fine Nathan and your limitless energy is a constant inspiration to me. Incidentally your biscuit question of old took me right back on a fabulous journey to tadpoles and an old woman who took her teeth out at night and could buck like a mule in bed, mixed in with those endless days of hot dry summers, days of solitude for me, that never seemed to end and filled to the absolute brim with boundless new discoveries and wonderment.
I never thought this could be surpassed, but Sam man asking me about my crystal ball has topped these heady days of early youth and taken me back to my cradle days that were filled with so much joy I sometimes could not contain a cry. That is when my days of enlightenment really began, but those evident joys of heightened sensations later mixed in with extreme sadness. Such highs and lows all contained in a little 10lb bundle of joyous emotion.
Sam man also allowed me to touch the Gods last Sunday and at an inconsequential harness track in Redcliffe Australia and practice what some might term sorcery and which I have neglected for many years and put away in a box. It was near the end of the meeting and I had pencilled in a hot favourite which was laying fodder for my science, when I suddenly spotted it and a horse with no recent form, an old warrior that had notched up 319 races and I suddenly knew, and it was back to my days of short trousers, and my family’s utter bewilderment.
I had a little touch at 14’s but the money was unimportant – more that the box still had the juice of a fruit still ripe within it after all those years. I closed and sealed the box on that very Sunday, but did ponder its reopening, and against a sea of faceless traders who would put it all down to a bad day at the office.
I am back in the realms of science and applied mathematics and such strange numbers, which would seem so unlikely to many. Boring and reliably predictable to date anyway – and possibly filled with more virtue and honour. As they say – better the devil you are used to.flatcapgamble – Bejesus hocuspocus and a plague of toads. He was never the same after his death.⌛
Yes, Gamble
I think it was BigG that got a hard on from your lemon puff tale
I know billion was partial to a hob nob, can’t remember if he preferred it straight or chocolate flavoured
My son had a thing for custard creams but seems to have gone off them in exchange of jacobs cream crackers topped off with utterly butterly
Bakewell Tarts are my chosen poison at the moment, a couple of kiplings after tea washed down with a latte
lovely jubblyA real shame about Jim, he was a sleeping giant
I loved his head scratcher emoticon to which he used once when the forum clock was wrongCharles Darwin to conquer the World
Fascinating list of biscuits Nathan, and Yes Daylight( (handbags at dawn) Balance ( hijacker) Phunter ( real life Rambo) and Jim JTS (Judge Timer Sensation) ⏰ were all larger than life and very memorable giants and all treading a higher beanstalk now.
Jim’s head scratcher of old almost pips Beaker’s stern wagging finger of warning, as he left the building. That brings on a chuckle, and the memory of his no holds barred definitive speech warning of the three new menaces – the hijackers ( me included) who were twisting and disrupting threads to purposely destabilise the house, in an organised six fisted putsch.
LAST TICK OFF OF ALL
WE DONT NEED NO REGULATION
WE DONT NEED NO HOUSE CONTROL
JUST HIJACKERS IN OUR CLASSROOM
HEY BEAKER, LEAVE THAT FINGER ALONEflatcapgamble…
Sneak your little
old *rse right outta
this sleepy ol care home
through the dark corridors
where the nurses no longer gather
but wear yer stolen mask
and don’t make a sound
Stay alert
observe the lockdown
and save yer life.
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Some blasts from the past there, gamble, and sad that the first four named are – as you said, as only you can – no longer with us. The passing of Daylight being the most shocking as he founded this forum and died so young.
Beaker I’d forgotten about, hope he is well – but on your mention of him, his blue Beaker avatar sprung straight to mind.
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