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So Allan how many ways can you be killed by wild life in Aussie land ?
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Hmmm today we had a pizza at midday,
yesterday I made a Toad in the 'ole..
day before we had lasagne n chips.
day before that, steam puddings.............
termorrer( fryddie) we'll likely have fish n chips..........
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That's why it's called Friday, Bob
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Sounds good when should we be round ?
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T'was good........all that's left is the paper.............plain white paper , not the news variety...........
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thinking of doing bangers mash n onions for tomorrow.............might be a bit bland what would spice it up, a bit?
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Chilli :-D :-D
Again sounds good what time, who's interested ?? Let Bob know asap
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have got some salsa.............3 chilli's on the lable..............how much do I need?
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Couple of good family size jars should do it...... :-D :-D
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Just read through a while. I have never used the word hoovered; it's always vaccing (as in vacuum cleaning) here. Occasionally I'll sweep the wooden floors and it's always a darned lot quicker than getting the vac out.
Anyway, my reason for popping in to keep everything bland is to share something with you because it's good to share.
I have a stonkin' great cold. :-0
My taste is back though. I can't say the same for the colour in my normally pale nose - pity it wasn't Christmas cos I could have given Rudolph a break. :-D :-S
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Sorry JoyLouise that's not bland for sure.....now I have that song going through my head...... :-( :-)
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And I have one of Edward Lear's poems going through mine about the Dong with a luminous nose;
When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights; —
When the angry breakers roar
As they beat on the rocky shore; —
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore: —
Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
There moves what seems a fiery spark,
A lonely spark with silvery rays
Piercing the coal-black night, —
A Meteor strange and bright: —
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.
Slowly it wander, — pauses, — creeps, —
Anon it sparkles, — flashes and leaps;
And ever as onward it gleaming goes
A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
And those who watch at that midnight hour
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as the wild light passes along, —
"The Dong! — the Dong!
"The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
"The Dong! the Dong!
"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
Long years ago
The Dong was happy and gay,
Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
Who came to those shores one day.
For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did, —
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, —
"Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and the hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.
Happily, happily passed those days!
While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
They danced in circlets all night long,
To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
In moonlight, shine, or shade.
For day and night he was always there
By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
Till the morning came of that hateful day
When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
Gazing — gazing for evermore, —
Ever keeping his weary eyes on
That pea-green sail on the far horizon, —
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill, —
"Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and the hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.
But when the sun was low in the West,
The Dong arose and said;
— "What little sense I once possessed
Has quite gone out of my head!" —
And since that day he wanders still
By lake and dorest, marsh and hills,
Singing — "O somewhere, in valley or plain
"Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
"For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
"Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks,
And because by night he could not see,
He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
On the flowery plain that grows.
And he wove him a wondrous Nose, —
A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
Of vast proportions and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
— In a hollow rounded space it ended
With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
All fenced about
With a bandage stout
To prevent the wind from blowing it out; —
And with holes all round to send the light,
In gleaming rays on the dismal night.
And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild — all night he goes, —
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
And all who watch at the midnight hour,
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
Moving along through the dreary night, —
"This is the hour when forth he goes,
"The Dong with a luminous Nose!
"Yonder — over the plain he goes;
"He goes!
"He goes;
"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
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One...no way is that bland
Two....well done
Three....hardly an empty head Allan!
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Irish Political Nonsense.
In honour of Enda Kenny (TD/MP), who is the current Prime Minister of the Irish Republic. A Co.Mayo man of course - one of the lovelier Irish counties.
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Enda, the local TD was elected to the Dail by a large majority vote.
He was so delighted by his win, to all his friends he wrote
A letter inviting them to come & dine with him
In the big hotel - the crowds came pouring in.
There were tall men, small men, bald men, football men, Fianna Fail men,
There were bail men, salesmen, Fine Gael men, IRA men, NFA men, GAA men.
There were CIE men, ESB men, RTE men, BBC men, ITV men & EEC men.
There were Technicians, Opticians, Physicians, Magicians, Musicians, Electricians & Dieticians.
There were postmen, host men, propose-the-toast men.
There were teachers, preachers & men who were good readers.
There were bakers, undertakers & men who were fine coffin makers.
There were waiters, slaters & men who were good eaters.
There were shopkeepers, street sweepers, men who were good sleepers,
Great collectors, team selectors & men who were good electors.
There were pit men, well fit men, jurors, rulers, chauffeurs & gofers.
There were tailors, sailors, peelers, cattle dealers, joiners & golfers.
There were single men, married men & some who brought their wives along.
The women wore tall hats, small hats, green hats, easy-clean hats,
Leather hats, knitted hats & well fitted hats.
There were single dames there, well done up ones and well brought up ones.
Some had high heels, some had low heels & some had no heels.
Some wore mini skirts, skinny skirts, high skirts & low skirts.
Some you'd think wore no skirts.
Some of these were rousers, some wore trousers.
Some could step-dance, others could not dance
And more of them sported hot pants.
Well, some were sat eating, others were up & down greeting.
There were all kinds of nice cakes, ice cakes, sliced cakes & spice cakes.
With soup, we got brown rolls, some of them were round rolls.
Talk about munching & crunching & drinking,
There was no time for thinking.
The soup bowls were soon collected
and the next ones well selected.
We got ham & lamb, salmon & tomatoes in a bowl.
We got red sauce like lamb’s jam & potatoes in a roll.
There were rashers & canapés & carrots by the score.
We got roast beef & minced meat & cocks’ legs galore.
We had whiskey & brandy, tonic wine & shandy
Cherry wine & sherry wine & all sorts of berry wine.
We got fruit cocktail & peaches & then came the speeches.
Oh, manful shouting; they never heard such spouting
for the things that could happen, you never heard such clapping.
It was his intention to give everyone a pension
and there's no need to mention that went down very well.
All the bog land he'd drain & make a good playground
and plough up the lay land for potatoes we'd sell.
England would buy them & their chip shops would fry them
Or else we would dry them & wrap them up well.
Ah, but you know the TDs how they blow like a breeze.
They would empty the seas when an election is near.
They'd clap like the thunder & they'd hide every blunder.
But then they'd get lazy & take it quiet easy.
They'd drive you just crazy if you took any heed.
But they are all just the same & it's damn hard to blame them;
You wouldn't dare name them for there isn't much need.
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See look what you started Allan......well done.....except not bland...but it's your thread....and well done Dermot :-)
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That's a Grand One Dermot :-D :-D
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Gawd, Allan, leave room for us! :-0
Here's Dad's favourite - or at least one of the many he knew all the words to. I can only remember the first bit.
Jabberwocky
Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabes.
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome rates outgrabe.
Beware the jabberwock my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that snatch.
Beware the jujub bird and shun
The frumious bandersnatch.
Try typing it with the spelling corrector on. The writer has certainly beaten the person who created the corrector - they don't know it all, do they? :-D
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