19-09-2019, 09:16 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I do like a kipper now and again Solo, they’re tasty, tasty. very very tasty.
I wouldn't mind getting me hands on that gold jacks pot Spitty, 18ct. gold, one could make a right few rings with that, all old fashioned designs of course, none of your modern crap.
Hate is a very bad emotion, it eats it’s way from the inside out and shows itself on the person, some are “consumed by hate” and you can practically smell it off them.
I may dislike some folks but hate is beyond me I’m happy to say.
A friend of mine from way back was married to a nice looking local girl, I knew them both very well back then. Something happened between them, I never found out what it was, and love turned to hate, and I mean hate.
He went to Australia and she stayed here in her mother’s house, thankfully they had no children. I don’t know what happened to him after he left but she’s in her seventies now and has never got over the split, she’s a cranky bitter woman these days, she talks to nobody and nobody tries to talk to her anymore, they gave up trying to be friendly. I passed her on the street today, I smiled and said hello, all I got back was a grunt. But I still can’t help feeling sorry for the way she turned out.
She is so filled with hate that she cannot think straight
And her fists are gripped in a rage
Her knuckles are white, she’s a terrible sight
Like something you’d see in a cage
’Tis all so very scary
Hard to imagine she has the gentle name of Mary.
The wife was watching an old film she had recorded earlier called “Beyond Tomorrow”, a real tear jerker if ever there was one, and right up her alley, anyway I was playing dominoes on the laptop and taking the odd glance at it every now and then and although I wasn’t with it long enough to get the gist of it I saw three men on the screen who had died in a plane crash and went wherever, they were transparent as they walked around, then. as they were parting one says goodbye and another fella says “”It’s not goodbye, we’re all here forever” so the third fella says “Well good luck then”
My question is, what use is good luck to you when your dead?
Sorry folks, but that’s what daytime television does to a man.