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Have a word with Gummy, he'll have a look in there for nowt.

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I think he already has

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Do you get much Spit in there.

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I see bells and the ringing of same was mentioned. I was once given the opportunity to ring the church bell when I was an altar boy.


The Loneliness of the Long Rope Bell Ringer, or Young Quasimoto. by Jem

The Clerk of the church went away for a spell
Leaving nobody to ring the big bell
Father Daly was worried as to who he could get
Until he entered the vestry where Jem he met
“Jem me lad, do you know how important it feels
Calling sinners to mass with the sound of your peals”
“Yes Father I heard it’s divine stuff
But I don’t think that I’m tall enough”
“Give it a go sure you’ve nothing to lose
You know old Bob Power is away on the booze”

I sat in the tower with the rope in me hand
Felt very important, like a hundred grand
Glanced at me watch every now and then
Ready to ring out at ten to ten
Out of a broken statue of the virgin Mary
Leapt a black rat all slimy and hairy
Down the ladder I went like a bat out of hell
Forgot all about mass and ringing the bell.
That was me first and last time in that tower
I thought I’d never get home and into the shower.

Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)

My DEAR Mr Bud,one is not 'scatching',[as you so indelicately phrase it] one's glutes...one is CARESSING them,admiring their firmness,the muscular,writhing,tense beauty of such finely sculpted,yet tensile,sensuousness that causes those of feminine gender to gasp,to faint,to fight each other for the chance to merely touch the hem of one's garments...to dream,of having the chance to be the object of one's almost Satanic,all-devouring,insatiable,irresistable lust;a lust that leaves those of feminine stature weak,gasping,unable to move,breathless...and devoted evermore to the love god that is ...PUG. [grrr]


[well,it's either that or tea & biccies at the village hall with a tableful of whiskery,chubby old bats who between them own 6 teeth and 38 chins. They inform me they're the 'gumbud fan club'....oooh,that NAUGHTY little gummybear] Tsk,tsk,tsk!

Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)

By todays standards at 70 you are still a spring chicken although a somewhat rather well sprung one.

Sometimes on Leisurely Scribbles it pays not to know what is going on so it is waiting for those scintillating subjects that keep one coming back ..

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Yes I do like Roy Orbison Gummy, he was a great favourite of lovers who fell out with each other, “It’s Over” “Crying” “Only the Lonely” and songs like that where they could all wallow in their own misery, I wouldn’t like to have him as a drinking buddy, but then the poor man had a lot of trouble in his own life.

Have you ever had to spend an evening with somebody crying into your ear? It’s nerve wracking I can assure you, happened to me at a wedding many years ago.
The wife’s young niece was with us at the reception and her fella had just left her for another girl, it was Phyllis’s idea to take her along with us to sort of cheer her up, but if I’d known that Phyllis and her sisters were going to be up dancing all night and dumping her off on me things would have been different, I’d have sat at the bar with the rest of the lads,
I’m useless with broken hearted women, mens love troubles I can just about put up with, at least they don’t start crying when they get a drink down, but she went on and on about what had she not got that the other girl had, was she ugly, she asked me that question directly as she stared me in the face, she wasn’t bad but of course I said she was beautiful, bear in mind that I’m in my early thirties at this stage, she was probably twenty.
I gave her the usual stock consultation, there’s plenty more fish in the sea, he doesn’t know how lucky he was to be with you, that sort of stuff, why doesn’t she get up and dance with some of the other lads there, I said I’d even go over and ask my younger brother to ask her up, her answer was quick and stern “I’m not just anybody’s for the asking you know, I’m no slut” “Of course your not my dear, have a cigar and drink up your pint of lager and you’ll feel better in a minute”
She was still crying when the bus arrived to take us home at 11.30pm. and the wife asks me why I hate weddings, it’s all about who you get lumbered with at weddings, and the receptions are usually held out in the middle of nowhere, not like a pub where you can just walk out and into another one.

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Oh my, poor you Jem.
I still love Orbison.