Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I would never have known that ’til you told me Pug, fair play to you, you know about music, obviously then you know nothing about crap.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
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Last good Friday night I left the bar of the hotel I was staying in and made me way upstairs, it was about 1am, the music from the ballad session was still ringing in me head and I was humming that old 1916 rebel song “Wrap the the green flag round me when I’m gone”, as I reached the corridor I noticed a tall slim Spanish looking chap fiddling with the lock at the end of the corridor, he was dressed in black, a black cloak and hat, and he carried a black silver tipped cane, in fact very similar to my old friend on the Sandeman bottle, I was in a good mood so I smiled and called to him “How are you me auld flower, I’ve always wanted to meet you in the flesh” He looked at me with a face that would turn milk sour. “What is dish!, who you think I am?” “Aren’t you the fella on the Sandeman port bottle?” I asked. “I’ve been looking at your picture for donkey’s years and you haven’t changed a bit, what’s your secret?” “I no no your Sandeman friend, I live in Roma, maybe you mix it up?” I apologised to him and went into my room, which incidentally was next to his.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Talking about bullshit Spitty, I’m working on an epic poem entitled “The loneliness of the long Distance Snail” nobody ever writes about Snails, it’s not fair, just because they’re not fluffy and cuddly no one wants to know anything about them. I’m busy doing the research at the moment, haven’t got to the mating bit yet, messy business I’d say.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I mentioned before that my son married an Italian girl and they have a place in Rome as well as here, well last September my daughter and her husband spent a week in the apartment there. Before she went I asked her to look up an old friend of mine Seamus (Shay) De Vanny, he used to be our regular barber here before he too married and went to live in Rome, now I know Rome is a big place but I had his last known address and gave it to her, it turned out that it was only about a mile from the apartment. It seems he no longer lives there so the daughter decided to try her luck and inquire at the nearest barber shop, she went in and asked the barber, who was busy shaving a client “Excuse me please, do you know Shay De Vanny?” He looked at her for a few seconds then said loudly “I shay the beard, I shay the moustache, I even shay the head, but I no shay De Vanny” she thanked him and walked out red faced.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I’m sure he would Pug.Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Ummm...[I actually hesitate to write this,as I've just had a pop at a bloke who reckons he speaks every...that's EVERY language]...but I had my pop in Estonian. If he can genuinely translate it without resorting to a google translator thingy,I'll give him best...but I'd bet a whole Euro he cheats.
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