Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
Why do you think about jumping in lifts? Who would want to jump in a lift? This would not be normal behaviour. One could well as ask why do you in this country call an elevator lift? But one does not waste her time asking such questions.
And why do you worry about going on somewhere when you die? Why not be concentrated on going as many places as possible whilst here. There are many places to go. I have been to many places but hoping to go to many more.
A good night was enjoyed last night. Was this not so?
And also I have been thinking it maybe is alright to publish that selfie which is not really a selfie but who is to argue such fine a point.
I have been thinking about topic for final dissertation and come up with working title to be discussed with tutor. This is: The repressed sexual energy of the English: how this has been channeled into conquering other countries.
I may change mind before returning to university.
Do not you think, Georgie, it is time you were returning to the writing? You have lazied about for long and now need be thinking productively. You have three novels, all unfinished, plus the book on poetry you are saying you will publish. What you need is deadlines. Deadlines very important. Else you say, oh I will do this and I will do that, but if you do not specify when you do them they never do get done.
Please be getting one's arse in gear (English idiom I learn from tutor)
Anna
And why do you worry about going on somewhere when you die? Why not be concentrated on going as many places as possible whilst here. There are many places to go. I have been to many places but hoping to go to many more.
A good night was enjoyed last night. Was this not so?
And also I have been thinking it maybe is alright to publish that selfie which is not really a selfie but who is to argue such fine a point.
I have been thinking about topic for final dissertation and come up with working title to be discussed with tutor. This is: The repressed sexual energy of the English: how this has been channeled into conquering other countries.
I may change mind before returning to university.
Do not you think, Georgie, it is time you were returning to the writing? You have lazied about for long and now need be thinking productively. You have three novels, all unfinished, plus the book on poetry you are saying you will publish. What you need is deadlines. Deadlines very important. Else you say, oh I will do this and I will do that, but if you do not specify when you do them they never do get done.
Please be getting one's arse in gear (English idiom I learn from tutor)
Anna
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Science for Beginners
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I was thinking in bed this morning: Suppose you are in a lift, going down, and you jump up in the air - what will happen?
Well, I don't think anything will happen because you are travelling at the same speed as the lift.
But suppose, as you jumped, the lift suddenly stopped. Then what would happen? Would you land harder? Or would you shoot up to the ceiling of the lift?
Any ideas?
I was also thinking: The universe is made of stuff. We are made of stuff - the same stuff. The amount of stuff never increases, and it can't be destroyed. So, in a sense, we can never 'die'.
But what about the way the stuff is arranged in a pattern that I call ME and the pattern I experience as YOU? What happens to those patterns when we 'die'.? Do they somehow hang around as patterns or do they break up and the bits go to form other patterns?
Anna is right, I was born in a two up, two down, terraced house in a mining village. This is well documented in my (as yet unpublished) autobiography. I was often awakened by the sound of miners' clogs as the early (6 am) shift clattered past my bedroom window.
Most of my uncles were miners. I could never understand why they kept on going down the pit even though we had plenty of coal in the shed.
My dad used to be a miner but he packed it in after witnessing a man get killed by a runaway tub, deep underground. He told me that he swore to himself, there and then, that if he ever saw daylight again he would never go back down the pit. He never did.
Mining as a career did not appeal to me, so I joined the armed forces. And when I came out of the military, it was then that I experienced the pleasures of the big house we called Wynorin. But you will have to read my autobiography to know more about that.
I was thinking in bed this morning: Suppose you are in a lift, going down, and you jump up in the air - what will happen?
Well, I don't think anything will happen because you are travelling at the same speed as the lift.
But suppose, as you jumped, the lift suddenly stopped. Then what would happen? Would you land harder? Or would you shoot up to the ceiling of the lift?
Any ideas?
I was also thinking: The universe is made of stuff. We are made of stuff - the same stuff. The amount of stuff never increases, and it can't be destroyed. So, in a sense, we can never 'die'.
But what about the way the stuff is arranged in a pattern that I call ME and the pattern I experience as YOU? What happens to those patterns when we 'die'.? Do they somehow hang around as patterns or do they break up and the bits go to form other patterns?
Anna is right, I was born in a two up, two down, terraced house in a mining village. This is well documented in my (as yet unpublished) autobiography. I was often awakened by the sound of miners' clogs as the early (6 am) shift clattered past my bedroom window.
Most of my uncles were miners. I could never understand why they kept on going down the pit even though we had plenty of coal in the shed.
My dad used to be a miner but he packed it in after witnessing a man get killed by a runaway tub, deep underground. He told me that he swore to himself, there and then, that if he ever saw daylight again he would never go back down the pit. He never did.
Mining as a career did not appeal to me, so I joined the armed forces. And when I came out of the military, it was then that I experienced the pleasures of the big house we called Wynorin. But you will have to read my autobiography to know more about that.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Christmas with George
Of course nothing is it like the Christmas in my homeland, which is Sweden. But never mind. One cannot have everything - although why not? I ask myself.
No snow falls in this part of England in which I am currently domiciled. There is some frost and ice but also a lot of wet weather. This is why English countryside is so green - always it is raining.
But this does not matter as long as you are with the one you love. Which in my case is currently George.
This story he has written he says is based upon boyhood memory but this I do not think is the truth. I think instead is how George would have liked childhood to be. Because he has told me he is born in what they call two up and two down room house in small terrace in mining village. This house lacks indoor lavatory facilities and also central heating, having instead coal fires (because there is so much coal to be had in a mining village).
But we are having splendid Christmas with plenty of food and wine. And is very cosy. George does not drink as much of the alcohol as he formerly does. He can get all the highs he want from me! This is what I tell him.
We exchange presents on the morning of Christmas. And later visit brother Hector (George brother) for the Christmas luncheon. Hector's ex wife Myra is there. They have most amiable divorce and so are able to take advantage of each other, which is good. This also mean that Hector does not try the amorous advances towards me in presence of Myra. Which is good for him because I would punch him a blow to the groinal area, like I did last time we met. But we all have good happy time this year.
George has fallen asleep by fire and his mouth is open. This is not a festive sight but I shall wake him when I finish this post.
I have finished it.
Anna
Of course nothing is it like the Christmas in my homeland, which is Sweden. But never mind. One cannot have everything - although why not? I ask myself.
No snow falls in this part of England in which I am currently domiciled. There is some frost and ice but also a lot of wet weather. This is why English countryside is so green - always it is raining.
But this does not matter as long as you are with the one you love. Which in my case is currently George.
This story he has written he says is based upon boyhood memory but this I do not think is the truth. I think instead is how George would have liked childhood to be. Because he has told me he is born in what they call two up and two down room house in small terrace in mining village. This house lacks indoor lavatory facilities and also central heating, having instead coal fires (because there is so much coal to be had in a mining village).
But we are having splendid Christmas with plenty of food and wine. And is very cosy. George does not drink as much of the alcohol as he formerly does. He can get all the highs he want from me! This is what I tell him.
We exchange presents on the morning of Christmas. And later visit brother Hector (George brother) for the Christmas luncheon. Hector's ex wife Myra is there. They have most amiable divorce and so are able to take advantage of each other, which is good. This also mean that Hector does not try the amorous advances towards me in presence of Myra. Which is good for him because I would punch him a blow to the groinal area, like I did last time we met. But we all have good happy time this year.
George has fallen asleep by fire and his mouth is open. This is not a festive sight but I shall wake him when I finish this post.
I have finished it.
Anna
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Happy Christmas to all our readers
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Thanks for you comment, Mr Adams, and a Merry Christmas to you and yours - and to all in the colonies,
Thanks for you comment, Mr Adams, and a Merry Christmas to you and yours - and to all in the colonies,
Monday, December 16, 2013
Memories of a Boyhood Christmas
I stepped down from the train. Snow was falling thickly.
Yes it was going to be a white Christmas – just like the ones we used to know.
In fact I’d been dreaming of a white Christmas with every card I’d written, and
now my dream was to come true
Wilkins was waiting for me with the one-horse open
sleigh, and it was such fun to ride across the fields, dashing through the snow,
listening to the sleigh bells jingling. A veritable winter wonderland
.
I hope there are hot chestnuts roasting on an open
fire – I said to Wilkins.
Oh, yes, master George, and the hall is decked with
boughs of holly.
Tra la la la la – I enthused. For tis the season to
be jolly.
Tra la la la la – responded Wilkins.
And I suppose mother will have a glass of hot toddy
ready? For Jack Frost has been nipping at my toes.
Cook will serve the hot toddy master George; your
mother is out in the village taking food to the poor of the parish.
But surely there are no poor people these days? I
queried.
Immigrants! Sniffed Wilkins, disapprovingly.
Come, Wilkins, I reproached – Good will toward men.
Tra la la la la, replied Wilkins, rather
unenthusiastically.
Yes, we are going to have a very merry Christmas,
Wilkins. We’ll make the Yuletide bright, very soon our troubles will be out of
sight.
Wilkins perked up – Yes, and old friends who are
dear to us, will be near to us once more.
That reminds me, I said, I hope cousin Elsie will be
coming for Christmas? For twas in in the Springtime, when last we met. When
birds did sing, hey ding a ding a ding.
Hey ding a ding indeed: said Wilkins: Cousin Elsie
has already arrived – and seems to have put on weight since her last visit.
She’ll have to go easy on the plum pud, eh Wilkins:
I joshed
I fear she will have to go easy on everything,
master George: vouchsafed the old coachman: considering the somewhat delicate
condition in which she finds herself.
Good Lord, Wilkins: I expostulated: you don’t mean
she’s…
Seven months I would say: nodded Wilkins, sagely
I was about to ask him to slow down as I was
experiencing one of my giddy spells, but then we rounded a bend and the house
came in sight.
When we arrived I quickly downed two large glasses
of Cook’s hot toddy. How she gets away with making that stuff without a licence
I shall never know. Then, fortified somewhat, I went to talk with father; only
to be informed by Mrs Browning that he would not be here for Christmas; the
Foreign Office having sent him on a fact-finding tour of Thailand. I was
crestfallen, but at the same time proud to have a father whose duties to his
country came before his own pleasures
.
I glanced through the window; although almost dark,
the curtains had not been drawn, and I could see that the snow lay round about,
deep and crisp and even. And I could just make out a figure, bent double with with
a sack on his back, trudging through the snow.
I called Mrs B to come and stand by me: If you know
please tell me - Yonder fellow, who is he? I. And what is he doing on our land.
Sir, he is a goodly man, gathering winter fuel,
replied the housekeeper.
An immigrant, more like, I retorted. And then,
remembering this was the season for goodwill toward one’s fellow man I added: Then
we shall not charge him for the logs he collects. Get Wilkins to go out and
wish him a Merry Christmas.
Just then mother came in, her face flushed from the
cold weather, though she had a merry twinkle in her eye. Behind her stood a
tall stranger with a beard and a brooding face.
George, this is Borris, she said. He comes from a
far off land called Uzbekistan, to seek gainful employment in our country.
Unfortunately he does not speak the language so I have offered to give him
English lessons. He will be staying with us over Christmas. Won’t that be fun?
He can be a chum for you – that is when I am not giving him lessons.
A tear came unbidden into my eye, as I realised how
lucky I was to have a mother who was prepared to give unstintingly of her time
and hospitality a complete stranger.
And yes, it would be fun to have a chum. I could
teach him to play Monopoly. Yes, this was going to a great Christmas.
Then I remembered Elsie and I wondered if I
should speak to mother. But she had gone upstairs to show Borris his bedroom.
So I went into the kitchen in search of Cook and her
hot toddy. Cook is such a jolly lady and, clasping me to her ample bosom, she
gave me a big kiss – which quite took my breath away. In fact she was still
kissing me when Elsie waddled into the kitchen. Cook let me go, wiping a trace
of lipstick from my face with the hem of her pinny.
Could we have a word, George? Said Elsie – in
private.
Certainly, I replied – when I had got my breath
back. I followed her into the drawing room, a strange sensation in my stomach
(probably the hot toddy). Yes, this was going to be a real family Christmas.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Ordinary things
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If we looked longer at 'ordinary' things then perhaps they would look less ordinary.
I am going away for a few days on Wednesday. I need the break to be on my own. I shall look at some ordinary things - different ordinary things - and perhaps see into the reality behind them.
I am often over-stretched myself, Anna, and sometimes fear I am going to come off - the rails. Whilst away, I shall purchase a chain-splitter and fix the chain myself. I am quite good with mechanical things. You may think that surprising for an intellectual, but it's true.
I have just come back from a funeral. I want to talk about it but I can't get things in order - in my head - so many thoughts and feelings rattling about in there. It felt strange being in a church and listening to all the prayers and hymns and stuff that I knew as a boy. I joined in, a bit, but I couldn't go along with much of what the vicar (they call him 'father') was saying. Then we went to the crematorium - the vicar still presided but it was much more simple and somehow more real. (perhaps 'real' is the wrong word but, stripped of much of the religious ritual, it felt more to do with what was actually happening: we were remembering, with fondness and love, and sadness, someone we once knew).
It made me think that we should celebrate life and live it to the full. And that it is a good idea to love and respect people while they are here with us.
I have been to a couple of humanist funerals and found them very civilized, and somehow more to do with the person we were remembering, rather than an occasion to reinforce some creed or belief system.
Is unkind? I don't mean it to be. It's just what I think.
Anyway Anna, as I say, I am going away for a three days. I shall be taking my laptop with me so no communication problems. They say the weather in the Bahamas is good at this time of year - although I am actually going to Wales. Of course I shall think of you as I tread the mountain paths and climb the craggy creaks. I shall also think of you on the pier and in Marks and Spencers. And also in my favourite restaurant.
Look forward to seeing you soon
George
If we looked longer at 'ordinary' things then perhaps they would look less ordinary.
I am going away for a few days on Wednesday. I need the break to be on my own. I shall look at some ordinary things - different ordinary things - and perhaps see into the reality behind them.
I am often over-stretched myself, Anna, and sometimes fear I am going to come off - the rails. Whilst away, I shall purchase a chain-splitter and fix the chain myself. I am quite good with mechanical things. You may think that surprising for an intellectual, but it's true.
I have just come back from a funeral. I want to talk about it but I can't get things in order - in my head - so many thoughts and feelings rattling about in there. It felt strange being in a church and listening to all the prayers and hymns and stuff that I knew as a boy. I joined in, a bit, but I couldn't go along with much of what the vicar (they call him 'father') was saying. Then we went to the crematorium - the vicar still presided but it was much more simple and somehow more real. (perhaps 'real' is the wrong word but, stripped of much of the religious ritual, it felt more to do with what was actually happening: we were remembering, with fondness and love, and sadness, someone we once knew).
It made me think that we should celebrate life and live it to the full. And that it is a good idea to love and respect people while they are here with us.
I have been to a couple of humanist funerals and found them very civilized, and somehow more to do with the person we were remembering, rather than an occasion to reinforce some creed or belief system.
Is unkind? I don't mean it to be. It's just what I think.
Anyway Anna, as I say, I am going away for a three days. I shall be taking my laptop with me so no communication problems. They say the weather in the Bahamas is good at this time of year - although I am actually going to Wales. Of course I shall think of you as I tread the mountain paths and climb the craggy creaks. I shall also think of you on the pier and in Marks and Spencers. And also in my favourite restaurant.
Look forward to seeing you soon
George
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Good morning world
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It's a sunny, though frosty, Saturday morning in this little corner of England. Actually it isn't a corner at all. A corner sounds like something you are backed into. But you can get out of this place by several routes: north, south, east or west.
A man goes past with a baseball cap on his head. I bet that man has never played baseball in his life. But so what? This is a tolerant country of ours. I can wear my Irish Guards tie, so why not this man his baseball cap!
It's the same with baseball bats. I walked into a computer shop the other day and behind the counter I glimpsed a baseball bat. I said to the young man who came out to serve me: So you play baseball then? I prefer cricket myself.
'What can I do fer yer, mate.' He said.
I see the English cricket team are not doing too well in Australia. I was thinking: If you could bore right through the earth, at what point would you flip over so to speak, and come out the other side the right way up? It's a question I would like to ask Brian Cox.
It occurs to me, Anna, that you may not have the chain correctly tensioned - on the bike, I mean. I have an excellent little tool that I will give you so that you may adjust the tension when you return.
People talk about tension being a bad thing. But the proper tension can be a good thing - especially on a bike.
I shall get my breakfast.
See you soon
George
It's a sunny, though frosty, Saturday morning in this little corner of England. Actually it isn't a corner at all. A corner sounds like something you are backed into. But you can get out of this place by several routes: north, south, east or west.
A man goes past with a baseball cap on his head. I bet that man has never played baseball in his life. But so what? This is a tolerant country of ours. I can wear my Irish Guards tie, so why not this man his baseball cap!
It's the same with baseball bats. I walked into a computer shop the other day and behind the counter I glimpsed a baseball bat. I said to the young man who came out to serve me: So you play baseball then? I prefer cricket myself.
'What can I do fer yer, mate.' He said.
I see the English cricket team are not doing too well in Australia. I was thinking: If you could bore right through the earth, at what point would you flip over so to speak, and come out the other side the right way up? It's a question I would like to ask Brian Cox.
It occurs to me, Anna, that you may not have the chain correctly tensioned - on the bike, I mean. I have an excellent little tool that I will give you so that you may adjust the tension when you return.
People talk about tension being a bad thing. But the proper tension can be a good thing - especially on a bike.
I shall get my breakfast.
See you soon
George
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Prostitutes and Convicts
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When you have to make a decision between two alternatives: a house, a car, a relationship, a job... people always say - write down the pros and cons. It never works for me. Maybe because I make decisions on an emotional level (not always a good idea but it's the way I do it).
If I was a pros and cons person life would be so much easier. But I'm not. Of course there is a reason why I am writing about this right now, but I'm going to keep it to myself - for the moment.
(No, I'm not thinking of applying for the job as chairman of the Co-op Bank.)
I took a couple of selfies today, but I didn't think either of them were suitable for posting here on this blog. (Oh, having read that again I realise it might sound rude... nothing could be further from the truth. They were photos of my face... small areas)
And what are you doing, Anna, to make the chain come off again?
I have ridden thousands of miles on that bike and the chain has never come off.
I am tired and somewhat depressed. I am off to bed.
George
When you have to make a decision between two alternatives: a house, a car, a relationship, a job... people always say - write down the pros and cons. It never works for me. Maybe because I make decisions on an emotional level (not always a good idea but it's the way I do it).
If I was a pros and cons person life would be so much easier. But I'm not. Of course there is a reason why I am writing about this right now, but I'm going to keep it to myself - for the moment.
(No, I'm not thinking of applying for the job as chairman of the Co-op Bank.)
I took a couple of selfies today, but I didn't think either of them were suitable for posting here on this blog. (Oh, having read that again I realise it might sound rude... nothing could be further from the truth. They were photos of my face... small areas)
And what are you doing, Anna, to make the chain come off again?
I have ridden thousands of miles on that bike and the chain has never come off.
I am tired and somewhat depressed. I am off to bed.
George
No, you should not post the selfie. Definitely.
Or maybe. Perhaps. I don't know.
It all depends upon selfie. Can you be recognisable from it? Because this is not a good thing. Think of all the peoples who are looking for you. And not just for the money. Ok, Sven has forgiven you and does not want repayment of debt but what about others?
On other hand, if selfie is not recognisable but say a bit enigmatic. Like maybe you could wear false nose and fake spectacles such as one might purchase in joke shop. Or maybe just back of head or also maybe blurry picture which will be not recognised. Like photo in steamy bathroom mirror (but would this count as selfie?) I don't know.
One needs to think careful about such things.
Have you sorted fiscal matters to your satisfaction?
Chain has come again off bicycle.
Anna
Or maybe. Perhaps. I don't know.
It all depends upon selfie. Can you be recognisable from it? Because this is not a good thing. Think of all the peoples who are looking for you. And not just for the money. Ok, Sven has forgiven you and does not want repayment of debt but what about others?
On other hand, if selfie is not recognisable but say a bit enigmatic. Like maybe you could wear false nose and fake spectacles such as one might purchase in joke shop. Or maybe just back of head or also maybe blurry picture which will be not recognised. Like photo in steamy bathroom mirror (but would this count as selfie?) I don't know.
One needs to think careful about such things.
Have you sorted fiscal matters to your satisfaction?
Chain has come again off bicycle.
Anna
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
A 'Selfie'
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I have just heard that 'selfie' is the word for 2013.
Did you know that, Anna? You probably did.
Anyway it's a picture that you have taken of yourself which you post on 'Tweet' or whatever.
Well, I have a few 'selfies' though I have not posted them on Tweet. I wonder if I should post one on here? What do you think?
Another word that has gone into the OED is 'Twerking'. Apparently this word has been around for 20 years - and means dancing to popular music in a sexually provocative manner. (This is the only manner in which I dance to popular music!)
As it turns out I would not have been able to return with you yesterday because I had matters fiscal to attend to. I have still not attended to them completely. Money - or lack of it - is a cause of much stress in today's society.
So in order to take my mind off money problems I intended to go away for a couple of days (I think I mentioned this) - to spend some more money. But I can't get a room for this week - so I shall go next week.
I hope the break will give me some inspiration for a 'best-seller' I have started to write.
I am glad chain has been fixed.
Ever yours
George
I have just heard that 'selfie' is the word for 2013.
Did you know that, Anna? You probably did.
Anyway it's a picture that you have taken of yourself which you post on 'Tweet' or whatever.
Well, I have a few 'selfies' though I have not posted them on Tweet. I wonder if I should post one on here? What do you think?
Another word that has gone into the OED is 'Twerking'. Apparently this word has been around for 20 years - and means dancing to popular music in a sexually provocative manner. (This is the only manner in which I dance to popular music!)
As it turns out I would not have been able to return with you yesterday because I had matters fiscal to attend to. I have still not attended to them completely. Money - or lack of it - is a cause of much stress in today's society.
So in order to take my mind off money problems I intended to go away for a couple of days (I think I mentioned this) - to spend some more money. But I can't get a room for this week - so I shall go next week.
I hope the break will give me some inspiration for a 'best-seller' I have started to write.
I am glad chain has been fixed.
Ever yours
George
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Oh, what a beauty...
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Oh, what a shiner, Anna!
What? What is this shiner?
The eye! Your black eye. I didn't know netball was such a dangerous game.
This is not funny... the shiner.
Sorry. How did it happen?
I receive in eye the elbow of Birmingham cow who is goalkeeper.
Was it an accident?
Is not accident. It is deliberate obstruction of goal attack (which is me) for which she is penalised, and also for being out of one third court which is only place she is allowed to occupy. She is also penalised by me - but this is after game is over.
The things you ladies get up to.
This is no lady, this is cow, which I have already said.
But did you win?
Oh yes, in true spirit of English saying 'It is not the taking part but the winning'.
Quite.
Oh and I like ideas of Blake and this man Adams (is this the gentleman friend of you who resides in America?)
No, this is the man who writes Dilbert, but also resides in America.
I do not hear of this person Dilbert, but Adams man is right about people having different strength of urges and so is silly to talk about morality and willpower. In my Sociology classes I study problem of social control and understand that though society may have to physically restrain certain peoples because of their danger to others, this should be done without reference to morality or willpower, and people treated as decently as possible.
You sure spat a bootful there Anna.
Is this another English idiom? Never mind. Also there is no need for you to accompany me back to fix chain on bicycle because it already fixed by one of boys in halls of residence.
Well, I could still come with you for the ride.
Let us talk about it in the public house this evening.
Oh, alright then.
Oh, what a shiner, Anna!
What? What is this shiner?
The eye! Your black eye. I didn't know netball was such a dangerous game.
This is not funny... the shiner.
Sorry. How did it happen?
I receive in eye the elbow of Birmingham cow who is goalkeeper.
Was it an accident?
Is not accident. It is deliberate obstruction of goal attack (which is me) for which she is penalised, and also for being out of one third court which is only place she is allowed to occupy. She is also penalised by me - but this is after game is over.
The things you ladies get up to.
This is no lady, this is cow, which I have already said.
But did you win?
Oh yes, in true spirit of English saying 'It is not the taking part but the winning'.
Quite.
Oh and I like ideas of Blake and this man Adams (is this the gentleman friend of you who resides in America?)
No, this is the man who writes Dilbert, but also resides in America.
I do not hear of this person Dilbert, but Adams man is right about people having different strength of urges and so is silly to talk about morality and willpower. In my Sociology classes I study problem of social control and understand that though society may have to physically restrain certain peoples because of their danger to others, this should be done without reference to morality or willpower, and people treated as decently as possible.
You sure spat a bootful there Anna.
Is this another English idiom? Never mind. Also there is no need for you to accompany me back to fix chain on bicycle because it already fixed by one of boys in halls of residence.
Well, I could still come with you for the ride.
Let us talk about it in the public house this evening.
Oh, alright then.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Will power: a myth?
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You know, Anna, that William Blake said, Those who restrain desire do so because their's is weak enough to be restrained. We have often discussed Blake.
Well, I came across this, recently... We like to believe that other people have the same level of urges as we do, despite all the evidence to the contrary. We convince ourselves that people differ only in their degree of morality and willpower, or a combination of the two. But urges are real, and they differ wildly for every individual. Morality and willpower are illusions. For any human being, the highest urge always wins and willpower never enters into it. Willpower is a delusion.
(Scott Adams in 'God's Debris')
Anyway, I thought we could take this as the starting point for our bedtime discussion.
You will be home tonight?? I haven't heard from you and have visited the pub again to seek a little human company, albeit anonymously.
I am having my usual one pint (as allowed by my doctor). I make it a bit more exciting now by having a half of (quite strong) real ale and then another half of ordinary bitter. Yes, I can hear you saying, not like the the nights we had The Limping Ferret when you were au pairing at Wynorin? I sometimes think of ignoring the doc's advice and just going for it - 'the full bifter', as my friend used to say. What do you think?
I don't know what you were doing to make the chain come of the bike but it's quite easy to fix. I'll tell you what: suppose when you go back on Monday I accompany you and see to it. I'd like a day out. A change of scenery would do me good. I will have to ask you to pay my bus fare as I am skint (this is an old English expression which means 'broke').
How is it possible that a man of my education and abilities should find himself in such a parlous situation? But fear not, Anna, I shall dance again.
George
You know, Anna, that William Blake said, Those who restrain desire do so because their's is weak enough to be restrained. We have often discussed Blake.
Well, I came across this, recently... We like to believe that other people have the same level of urges as we do, despite all the evidence to the contrary. We convince ourselves that people differ only in their degree of morality and willpower, or a combination of the two. But urges are real, and they differ wildly for every individual. Morality and willpower are illusions. For any human being, the highest urge always wins and willpower never enters into it. Willpower is a delusion.
(Scott Adams in 'God's Debris')
Anyway, I thought we could take this as the starting point for our bedtime discussion.
You will be home tonight?? I haven't heard from you and have visited the pub again to seek a little human company, albeit anonymously.
I am having my usual one pint (as allowed by my doctor). I make it a bit more exciting now by having a half of (quite strong) real ale and then another half of ordinary bitter. Yes, I can hear you saying, not like the the nights we had The Limping Ferret when you were au pairing at Wynorin? I sometimes think of ignoring the doc's advice and just going for it - 'the full bifter', as my friend used to say. What do you think?
I don't know what you were doing to make the chain come of the bike but it's quite easy to fix. I'll tell you what: suppose when you go back on Monday I accompany you and see to it. I'd like a day out. A change of scenery would do me good. I will have to ask you to pay my bus fare as I am skint (this is an old English expression which means 'broke').
How is it possible that a man of my education and abilities should find himself in such a parlous situation? But fear not, Anna, I shall dance again.
George
Friday, November 15, 2013
I am a bench
Just think of all the bums that have parked themselves on this bench. I don't mean bums in the American sense of hoboes and tramps (although there will have been a few of those) but bums as in arses. What conversations has this bench been privy to?
Or even what silent thoughts (if a bench can pick up thoughts).
It's autumn now, so perhaps not many folk will park their bottoms here - although there are always the hardy (or desperate) souls who will.
So next time you sit on a bench, say thank you when you get up to leave. I'm sure it will be appreciated.
George
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Gloomy
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A bit gloomy tonight, Anna.
Me and the weather.
I call in this hostelry to have a couple of beers (and use their Wi Fi)
But when I come to write I can't think of anything to say. So I'll close my lap-top and reflect on the world, society... and me.
Goodnight
A bit gloomy tonight, Anna.
Me and the weather.
I call in this hostelry to have a couple of beers (and use their Wi Fi)
But when I come to write I can't think of anything to say. So I'll close my lap-top and reflect on the world, society... and me.
Goodnight
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
You must be taking a hold of yourself Georgie, so you are not slip sliding down into depths of the melancholy depression.
Take some exercise. Maybe on your bicycle - oh no you cannot do this because I am in possession of machine. And would like to say you have raised seat to just correct height so no straining of ligaments is occurring. Bicycles may be transported on railway train at discretion of conductor.
I have nice room in the student halls. With own shower and lavatory. Four rooms share kitchen and lounge room. One other lady and two male persons are in other three rooms. Last night we have drinking game in lounge room. I win.
Yes I do remember what you say about black and white photograph. Is this Patrick Lichfield a friend?
I am making early night tonight.
Sleep tightly.
Your Anna
(oh, almost forgetting to tell you - am selecting for university netball team because of tallness and long legs - plus of course fitness and natural aptitudes with ball.)
Take some exercise. Maybe on your bicycle - oh no you cannot do this because I am in possession of machine. And would like to say you have raised seat to just correct height so no straining of ligaments is occurring. Bicycles may be transported on railway train at discretion of conductor.
I have nice room in the student halls. With own shower and lavatory. Four rooms share kitchen and lounge room. One other lady and two male persons are in other three rooms. Last night we have drinking game in lounge room. I win.
Yes I do remember what you say about black and white photograph. Is this Patrick Lichfield a friend?
I am making early night tonight.
Sleep tightly.
Your Anna
(oh, almost forgetting to tell you - am selecting for university netball team because of tallness and long legs - plus of course fitness and natural aptitudes with ball.)
St Mark's Square
Did you know, Anna, that Birmingham has more canals than Venice? But they don't go boasting about it... Oh, come and look at our canals... have a ride in a gondola.
All the same, Venice is a magical place.
Do you remember asking me why I was taking this photo in black and white? And I said - Colour describes, but black and white reveals.
I once heared Patrick Lichfield say that. And I think he's right.
Also no one has written a book (or made a film) called A death in Birmingham. But there have been plenty of deaths in Birmingham.
But don't get me on the subject of death, again. You know how it disturbs me. What if death turned out to be the biggest disappointment of all? Like Peggy Lee says in the song, Is that all there is?. The ultimate 'let-down'?
I am missing you already, so I am writing. Sometimes I can't write, but at the moment I can.
Take care and see you at the weekend.
George
ps. Did you know there is a plan afoot to get rid of the apostrophe?
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I cannot think of a title
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Well, Anna, I understand your decision - I really do. I can't say I'm not disappointed but I'll get over it.
After all, it isn't as if I haven't slept by myself before. Many are the chaste nights I have lain awake with my thoughts. I often have thoughts of death. I've never told you about them. It could even amount to an obsession. (You know I am the obsessive type).
Then I thought: Think yourself lucky you have been given a part in this drama called Life. Don't be forever thinking what part you are going to get next? Play this part to the full.
And then I thought: Yes, that's a good idea... but even so...
I hope you will be alright on the bike. I raised the saddle (I know your inside-leg measurement off by heart).
And yes, I will see my lonely situation as an opportunity to write.That's the positive way of looking at things, isn't it?
The left pedal squeaks a bit. I meant to squirt some WD40 on it but I forgot. I will do it when you come home at the weekend.
Well, I shall retire to my lonely bed... to sleep, perchance to dream (actually, I always dream. mostly they are messy, disturbing dreams. Occasionally I have the erotic one - only occasionally). I have had a glass of beer tonight (I know how to live!).
Take good care of yourself in those student halls of residence.
Looking forward to seeing you at the weekend.
Your George
Well, Anna, I understand your decision - I really do. I can't say I'm not disappointed but I'll get over it.
After all, it isn't as if I haven't slept by myself before. Many are the chaste nights I have lain awake with my thoughts. I often have thoughts of death. I've never told you about them. It could even amount to an obsession. (You know I am the obsessive type).
Then I thought: Think yourself lucky you have been given a part in this drama called Life. Don't be forever thinking what part you are going to get next? Play this part to the full.
And then I thought: Yes, that's a good idea... but even so...
I hope you will be alright on the bike. I raised the saddle (I know your inside-leg measurement off by heart).
And yes, I will see my lonely situation as an opportunity to write.That's the positive way of looking at things, isn't it?
The left pedal squeaks a bit. I meant to squirt some WD40 on it but I forgot. I will do it when you come home at the weekend.
Well, I shall retire to my lonely bed... to sleep, perchance to dream (actually, I always dream. mostly they are messy, disturbing dreams. Occasionally I have the erotic one - only occasionally). I have had a glass of beer tonight (I know how to live!).
Take good care of yourself in those student halls of residence.
Looking forward to seeing you at the weekend.
Your George
Saturday, November 09, 2013
I have given much thought and pondering, Georgie, to my accommodation needs for final year (not counting my Masters which I am hopeful to be offered), and I am thinking best option is to take up domicile (which has been offered to me, thanks to very kind Head of Faculty) in student halls of residence. This is for the following reasons:
Not having need to need travel would mean to be fresh to receive tuition each day. Of course we are not having the lectures every day but will be required to study and do research and these facilities are provided in atmosphere conducive to learning, which is to say university. (also one would be available for my tutors at all times, in case one needed extra help.)
Also would give you, Georgie some peace and quiet away from demands of vigorous, healthy girl (myself) for you to be writing novel as promised, which you have not been doing because otherwise occupied. This, I think, will be good for you. (also earning much money when published).
Further to these reasons is another reason, which is this. A little time spent parting from oneselves will make our love all more strong. (What is saying you English have about absence is making heart grow fonder? To this I would add also making desire grow stronger). So when join up again at end of each week we will be more appreciating of each others charms. You get my meanings?
I also will be accepting kind offer of bicycle (needing saddle raised) because I can use machine to ride around university campus which is very cool thing to do, and will also make oneself really feel like undergraduate. Alas, no punting is there available due to lack of rivers. Plenty of canals are there, but these not suitable for the punting. Never mind.
The picture you show make me go claustrophobic all over again. But paramedic was very attentive to Anna's needs. (He give me his telephone number but I will not use it - unless emergency arises.
Not having need to need travel would mean to be fresh to receive tuition each day. Of course we are not having the lectures every day but will be required to study and do research and these facilities are provided in atmosphere conducive to learning, which is to say university. (also one would be available for my tutors at all times, in case one needed extra help.)
Also would give you, Georgie some peace and quiet away from demands of vigorous, healthy girl (myself) for you to be writing novel as promised, which you have not been doing because otherwise occupied. This, I think, will be good for you. (also earning much money when published).
Further to these reasons is another reason, which is this. A little time spent parting from oneselves will make our love all more strong. (What is saying you English have about absence is making heart grow fonder? To this I would add also making desire grow stronger). So when join up again at end of each week we will be more appreciating of each others charms. You get my meanings?
I also will be accepting kind offer of bicycle (needing saddle raised) because I can use machine to ride around university campus which is very cool thing to do, and will also make oneself really feel like undergraduate. Alas, no punting is there available due to lack of rivers. Plenty of canals are there, but these not suitable for the punting. Never mind.
The picture you show make me go claustrophobic all over again. But paramedic was very attentive to Anna's needs. (He give me his telephone number but I will not use it - unless emergency arises.
Friday, November 08, 2013
There's a long long trail a' windin'
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I'll never forget this day, Anna. And I bet you won't either.
You should have said you suffered from claustrophobia.
Still, the paramedic was very nice, and you were fine once we saw daylight again.
I'll never forget this day, Anna. And I bet you won't either.
You should have said you suffered from claustrophobia.
Still, the paramedic was very nice, and you were fine once we saw daylight again.
Thursday, November 07, 2013
I got my love to keep me warm
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How could an ex member of Special Forces be afraid of cold weather?
It is you who are fainthearted. You say you have walked through a metre of snow and yet you complain about a little bit of mud.
Also did I not say you could borrow my bicycle? (You would have to raise the saddle of course). The exercise would do you good and you would arrive for your class with cheeks all aglow!
But I do not wish to influence you in your decision. By all means choose the soft option of Halls of Residence, or indeed the rather sexually ambiguous position of Dave's room-mate. But here, in our little caravan love nest, set in the tranquility of the English countryside, you would have the solitude to pursue your studies, undisturbed by loud rock music and raucous student noise on the one hand, or the continual moaning of that sexually-confused, unemployed misfit on the other.
Still it's your choice.
ps. I have had my poetic licence revoked
How could an ex member of Special Forces be afraid of cold weather?
It is you who are fainthearted. You say you have walked through a metre of snow and yet you complain about a little bit of mud.
Also did I not say you could borrow my bicycle? (You would have to raise the saddle of course). The exercise would do you good and you would arrive for your class with cheeks all aglow!
But I do not wish to influence you in your decision. By all means choose the soft option of Halls of Residence, or indeed the rather sexually ambiguous position of Dave's room-mate. But here, in our little caravan love nest, set in the tranquility of the English countryside, you would have the solitude to pursue your studies, undisturbed by loud rock music and raucous student noise on the one hand, or the continual moaning of that sexually-confused, unemployed misfit on the other.
Still it's your choice.
ps. I have had my poetic licence revoked
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
I am among the horns of a dilemma, Georgie. I am offered place in Halls of Residence for final year at university (which is not counting Masters Degree which I hope also to do after)
Also Dave say I can move back staying with him (which is also very near university) even though I have been (am) cohabiting with you. (I think this very sporting of him).
Whereas caravan which we share at this moment (exact location not to be disclosed, you tell me) is considerable way from place of learning, also being in muddy field, making walk to bus stop destroying of the shoes, rapidly, and getting wet when rains come - which they always do in this country.
But also winter is come quickly, and I know you are fearful of cold (unlike the Swedish peoples who stride unconcerned through one metre of snow) and you long to have benefit of warm body to lie beside in bed during long chilly night.
Such is the nature of my predicament.
Oh, and Scandinavian peoples are not pedantic (I look this word up). Also we have fine sense of humour. Do not you remember how when you fall down staircase at Wynorin and your wife laugh uproariously, I join in until the tears are rolling down face?
But what is this licence you need to write the poetry?
Also Dave say I can move back staying with him (which is also very near university) even though I have been (am) cohabiting with you. (I think this very sporting of him).
Whereas caravan which we share at this moment (exact location not to be disclosed, you tell me) is considerable way from place of learning, also being in muddy field, making walk to bus stop destroying of the shoes, rapidly, and getting wet when rains come - which they always do in this country.
But also winter is come quickly, and I know you are fearful of cold (unlike the Swedish peoples who stride unconcerned through one metre of snow) and you long to have benefit of warm body to lie beside in bed during long chilly night.
Such is the nature of my predicament.
Oh, and Scandinavian peoples are not pedantic (I look this word up). Also we have fine sense of humour. Do not you remember how when you fall down staircase at Wynorin and your wife laugh uproariously, I join in until the tears are rolling down face?
But what is this licence you need to write the poetry?
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Oh and by the way... about the jungle.
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Why do you Scandinavians have to be so pedantic!
I know we didn't actually see any jungle (although we saw a small forest - and it was raining).
It's what's called 'poetic licence'!!
Why do you Scandinavians have to be so pedantic!
I know we didn't actually see any jungle (although we saw a small forest - and it was raining).
It's what's called 'poetic licence'!!
Sunday, November 03, 2013
How about this for dancing!!
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No, this is not me and Anna.
Jazz, as it is best heard (and seen), out in the street.
Not sure whether this is Canal Street or Bourbon Street, but it's definitely New Orleans... where else!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msvOqvBJLBw
No, this is not me and Anna.
Jazz, as it is best heard (and seen), out in the street.
Not sure whether this is Canal Street or Bourbon Street, but it's definitely New Orleans... where else!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msvOqvBJLBw
Friday, November 01, 2013
The Kiss
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Of all the photos we took, Anna: the mountains, lakes, forests, jungle, seascapes (including the more personal ones) this sums up for me the essence of our trip: the togetherness, the intimacy.
Truly, it is not where you are, but who you are with that matters.
Of all the photos we took, Anna: the mountains, lakes, forests, jungle, seascapes (including the more personal ones) this sums up for me the essence of our trip: the togetherness, the intimacy.
Truly, it is not where you are, but who you are with that matters.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
We're back
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Well, Anna, I think it is time to resume our blogging.
Yes, and this also is what I am thinking but how to do this?
Well, I suggest we each write a bit whenever we feel like it... you know, however the mood takes us.
The mood is always taking me, Georgie... little joke, eh.
Oh, you are a one.
A one what?
Never mind, it's just one of our English idioms again
What strange language is English. I think if Shakespeare had been Swedish he would have written more understandable plays.
Well, maybe you are right. But I don't think so. Anyway, do you want to use the bathroom first this morning?
Yes, because a lady's needs are more complicating than the man. And also is tight sqeezing for two persons in small bathroom.
Ok. Don't keep reminding me. We will not have to stay for much longer in this caravan. When my ship comes in we shall have a big house with two bathrooms.
Which ship is this of which you speak?
Oh, never mind
Well, Anna, I think it is time to resume our blogging.
Yes, and this also is what I am thinking but how to do this?
Well, I suggest we each write a bit whenever we feel like it... you know, however the mood takes us.
The mood is always taking me, Georgie... little joke, eh.
Oh, you are a one.
A one what?
Never mind, it's just one of our English idioms again
What strange language is English. I think if Shakespeare had been Swedish he would have written more understandable plays.
Well, maybe you are right. But I don't think so. Anyway, do you want to use the bathroom first this morning?
Yes, because a lady's needs are more complicating than the man. And also is tight sqeezing for two persons in small bathroom.
Ok. Don't keep reminding me. We will not have to stay for much longer in this caravan. When my ship comes in we shall have a big house with two bathrooms.
Which ship is this of which you speak?
Oh, never mind
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
CHANGE OF PLAN
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PACK A SUITCASE - AND HAND LUGGAGE - AND YOUR PASSPORT
PACK A SUITCASE - AND HAND LUGGAGE - AND YOUR PASSPORT
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Anniversary
Well I thought you would have understood ... it is our 18th anniversary on Saturday.
Yes, eighteen years ago we lay in the gorse on Wenlock Edge watching the gliders fly overhead. We just held hands but we knew this was a turning point in both our lives.
So despite the vicissitudes fate has visited upon us, we shall be together on our anniversary.
Can't wait
Your George
Yes, eighteen years ago we lay in the gorse on Wenlock Edge watching the gliders fly overhead. We just held hands but we knew this was a turning point in both our lives.
So despite the vicissitudes fate has visited upon us, we shall be together on our anniversary.
Can't wait
Your George
Monday, September 16, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Give us a chance, you Swedish sophomore (I know you are not a sophomore, anymore... but you try finding alliteration that fits your present status!)
Anyway, I have booked us a room in a hotel in a certain seaside town (I am not telling you which town because it is to be a surprise).
I will say, however, that I have reserved seats on the 12.41 to London (I know London is not the seaside - it is only the first leg of our journey) and I will meet you in Swindon Railway Station's 'GW Grill and Bar' - at 11.30 am so that we may partake of a light luncheon before boarding the train.
Pack only the minimum requirements - but obviously include your bikini (you know the one!)
Don't be late.
George
Friday, September 13, 2013
Saturday, September 07, 2013
Thursday, September 05, 2013
So you have finally written. Although in a long and complicated way. When all the time I know that which you are talking of.
Anyway I am glad you are feeling better.
You do not ask how I do in my examinations so I will be acquainting you of outcome.
Modesty forbides me from telling what grade of the degree I got but I will just say that I have been invited back for the Masters!!
So how is that then. Good, eh?
Also because of you not being communicating you have been missing my graduation ceremony where I put on gown and funny hat and get my scroll and my picture taken.
Dave and Sven attend, and my brother is so proud of me. He want take more pictures (not in University grounds but in secluded corner of park) but I tell him I am done with all that sort of thing.
Dave has withdrawn application to be Labour candidate because of how he is not in agreement with Mr Milliband's stand on Syrian crisis. But I tell him, look this situation is very complex in nature and before one goes sticking in one's nose you should ascertain (means find out) some more of how things really are on ground. Ground being Syria.
What do you know? He says to me.
But I wave my scroll in front of his eye and say - Look, buster, what do you think this is, eh? I have now degree, and am very au fait (which is French for on the ball) with international situations, so watch your stupid mouth, lest you get academic lady's fist in it.
He has not mentioned since.
But hey, the summer is still upon us, and I am proposing for us a journey to the sea side? No excuses this time.
Write soon
Your (still, despite everything)
Loving Anna.
Anyway I am glad you are feeling better.
You do not ask how I do in my examinations so I will be acquainting you of outcome.
Modesty forbides me from telling what grade of the degree I got but I will just say that I have been invited back for the Masters!!
So how is that then. Good, eh?
Also because of you not being communicating you have been missing my graduation ceremony where I put on gown and funny hat and get my scroll and my picture taken.
Dave and Sven attend, and my brother is so proud of me. He want take more pictures (not in University grounds but in secluded corner of park) but I tell him I am done with all that sort of thing.
Dave has withdrawn application to be Labour candidate because of how he is not in agreement with Mr Milliband's stand on Syrian crisis. But I tell him, look this situation is very complex in nature and before one goes sticking in one's nose you should ascertain (means find out) some more of how things really are on ground. Ground being Syria.
What do you know? He says to me.
But I wave my scroll in front of his eye and say - Look, buster, what do you think this is, eh? I have now degree, and am very au fait (which is French for on the ball) with international situations, so watch your stupid mouth, lest you get academic lady's fist in it.
He has not mentioned since.
But hey, the summer is still upon us, and I am proposing for us a journey to the sea side? No excuses this time.
Write soon
Your (still, despite everything)
Loving Anna.
Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Owning up
Well, Anna, what can I say?
My old Squadron Leader used to tell us 'Never complain, never explain.' (Although I think it might have helped at his Court Marshall if he'd been a little more forthcoming about the missing aviation fuel).
I would, however, like to say a bit of something about my whereabouts - and conditon - over the past few weeks.
Whereabouts is easy: I have been here. In body, at least
Condition? Well, not so good. I don't like labels, so I won't attach a label to what I have been suffering from... experiencing...over these past couple of months, but it has been real - and unpleasant. And physical as well as mental. At any rate it stopped me from doing much: writing or anything else. And it doesn't help one's relationships. So, attach your own label.
Anyway, I have been feeling much better - let's see how it goes,
But how are you? And that jackanapes with whom you currently reside? Did he get selected as the Labour Party candidate? If so, what is your present relationship to him?
I am not as politically naive as he thinks I am. I once went on a week's cruise up the Nile, so I have a good grasp of the Middle East situation. Joke - but it isn't funny, what's going on there at the moment. It is the ordinary people who catch it - like in all wars. The folk who just want to be left alone to get on with their lives.
Anyway I have a throbbing head, and so cannot be sorting out that fermenting cauldron of tribal and religious conflict, at this moment.
I will leave you with this poem what I just wrote:
It’s
never too late
(all you need is Love)
Turn
off the
Life Support, mother,
Our
Willie is ready to go;
Just
let him finish
This
pint of Guinness
And
have a last fumble with Flo.
Oh
look – he’s got an erection!
Take
your hand off that switch, doctor-man –
He’s
going to pull through –
Look
what love can do –
We’ll
cancel that funeral plan.
Write soon, Anna
George
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Never mind the food, taste the flavour
I don't like salt and vinegar flavoured crisps. I think there's too much salt and vinegar, and not enough crisp. When you get too much salt and vinegar you can't taste the potato - and what's the point of that?
I mean, I suppose someone with a jaded palette may need salt and vinegar to liven it up a bit, but even so, I say: go easy on the salt and vinegar.
I have a friend who is a heavy pipe smoker, and he can hardly taste anything at all. So he has to have very spicy food: chili and curries - that sort of stuff. If he has salt and vinegar crisps he thinks they're plain.
I like plain crisps. But one time they didn't have any, so I said: What have you got then?
The barmaid said: We got roast chicken and stuffing flavour; barbecue steak and onion flavour; cheese and onion flavour; prawn and seaweed flavour.
I said: Have you got any ferret and banana flavour?
I don't think so, she said, but we have cheesy wotsits and potato sticks.
But these last two are not crisps at all, I said.
Will that be all? she said.
No. What flavours do you have in nuts?
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