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I just lost my reply to Nathan’s mother !
Do not pass GO
Go directly to HUT 6
I rather cocked your history up in my last Bletchley post but the
clock is still working
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
I am the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
Well Tryptich, Nathan, Matron, big G..ame, and all, enjoy your minted lamb but forget at your peril the witch seasoning, as gremlins will surely be seated around your tables.
My mother worked at Bletchley during the war, not takimg part in tbe mind games in hut 8 but certainly doing her little bit, and if she received a clock, it means I have already received a telegraph from the queen and am well into enjoying my second century.
GHCQ are results driven and evaluate your ability to manage risk and tests are online and long gone are the old boy network handshake test and your ability at crosswords. Zimmer frames are the perfect cover and the order of the day in these Mayday times, but while open to all, without age restriction, joining the Cheltenham based intelligentsia first begs a big question. Do you want to protect this insular inward looking sceptred Isle ? set now in such a sea of self unflicted troubles, as it ponders breaking its lonely wight cliffs away from its powerful croissant and mustard sausage eating allies. Ponder also a small country village set in the heartlands and occupied solely by cock robins, and it being a blissfully lazy flower scorching Sunday with sprinklers out but not quite covering or catching the whole area of identically rectangular perfectly manicured lawns – when suddenly the harmony is broken – as one cock sparrow struts his stuff purposefully down the tree-lined street. So strange is the stranger that all the tree-lined white blossoms begin to blush and EVERY single curtain twitches.
Hold your horses !
But Easter is a time of renewal and regrowth.
Who killed cock sparrrow ?
I recommend a very quiet Easter for all here. Refredhing the brain, sunshine,a walk in the park,removing the addict,denial…..
Sorry for hijacking this thread but needs must. Just wanted to add that the Lounge started to become a fly or death trap ever since Razeen blew his top. Mr P and Lake and others stopped its extinction but Razeen was the catalyst and a bit like removing Clarkson from the big tour which I have never seen, or the hunchback from the galleries of Notre Dame. He got out safely by the way, and spotted drinking a cafe au lait and holding a box of used matches with a Le Figaro hat on a boat in the Seine.
Nice picture Nathab and birthdays last a week in my house so wish him happy returns from me. I had firgoytten Jeremy is a librarian. No wonder he’s so proficient at writibg and he should stop reading everything and get on with his job.
As for records in the lounge that was uttered more in jest. I have to go cold turkey cos I waste too much time writing and lurking. An addictive personality possibly and I dont have the control of an Alan or a Wit. Hmmm good luck in back to black.
Ofcouse Alan you could build up a relationship with a horse using the ladder technique Joe recommends – but be warned – it could run away with you.
I used to live in south London near the Palace ground and the year Burnley beat Liverpool there in the FA cup I was told I was too young to go. These days I can buy anything and nobody checks my age and I do what I want and go where I want to go – within reason. I’ve always fancied going to Mars.
Winnie our wartime leader could pen a yarn, in fact many, up to 20,000 a day and he wrote early before the sparrows were up. Now his other passion was bricklaying which he took up as an autumn chicken. He could only manage 1500 a day which would be laughed at in the trade back then. He preferred though a lazy day laying just 200, and why ever not with a princely PM’s pension to boot. I was wondering about learning myself. All you need is a monkey in your back pocket. That gets you certificated. It goes well with writing and if he did it, why on earth not you ? and it can be very rewarding from an artistic viewpoint. Goes well with mental studies and writing.
Just a thought, and understandably it may not be up your street !
Graysons Column used that term sheepfriend not that I am suggesting you are him. I was wrong by the way, you hadn’t lost a post back there.
I have enjoyed my pop in here. Well done on the 2-0 and you could do with a few more acrobats here in the circus.
Good detecting Joe
Just hope Richard’s not looking in, he just might be getting crisp now you’ve written a chapter with Alan !
I thought I’d sneak in here seeing as you’re out to challenge befair’s record in the dead zone. Just flies for 11 days 18 hours and 12 minutes. That’s the biggest silence in their for getting on for 20 years and a good post on brexit. It’s so slow in there its giving both of the blues bothers headaches. I could try in here but you’re like a rash.
84 is a good age and don’t worry about the pictures – the carrot cake I’m imagining is enormous. Just out of interest I just passed Michael Gove on the high street – going opposite ways – we were both carrying coffees. Mine was larger and his shamefully did not look reusable. Bad form given his stance. Still it was a small cup and doubt he needed the four shots in mine.
The title is indeed provocative and possibly challenging if implying a sense of the rhetorical ?
I suspect the astringent 9-5 chemistry labs, the Lowry smoke stacks towering above worn out matchstick men production lines, and the drudge filled clerical backrooms of bankbrokeciti, now threatened by AI, win this in a canter, as they change things.
There is though the opposing argument which whispers the romance of the midnight oilers, the lost soldiers, the maximilian’s, all working alone and in silence on the alchemy of form book prediction.
Possibly the big Yin now in his Florida hideout, has if not the right answer, then the right perspective.
” The world is made to be fun and so it should be ! “
Alan, I would like to add to Drone’s comments and thank you for your kind book.
I started to read it and, possibly heightened by knowing you from here, I found it nonetheless highly readable and absorbing. Yes, the smoke filled form student jeans of a betting shop back then beat any bespectacled white coat manufacturing aspirin with a bunsen burner and a constant eye at the clock, by a long CHALK.
As you relate, the tense edge of the seat excitement of the old Excel commentary building up to a dramatic, often unrealistic, tight finish could get the heart pounding in a far more life threatening way, than any moving menace of today’s Racing reality TV – and those times were just magic – bar the tax and the conjoined packets of enforced Weights..
Great stuff Alan, and having chalked it up, I look forward to reading further.
the that the that
I’ll get my hat !