But you might fall for Mick, though Voice!
(Have you read my poetry below?)
I’ve just finished reading Mick’s semi-auto biography.
I think he was born to be a thug. From a day old he hasn’t stopped by obnoxious. I saw quite a lot of my students in him. Totally impossible to teach them empathy.
BUT!
He married his young sweetheart and they’re still together!
Which doesn’t mean he’s been faithful for any longer than a couple of hours during all that time!
You know you don’t have to act with me, Jules.
You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle.
Just whistle… you know how to whistle, don’t you, Jules? You put your lips together and… blow! And when Bogart turns up, ask him about Ricky…
Julian, you are becoming very cryptic lately; I think only Voice understands you or gets your meaning. I never ignore you but I don’t know what you are on about at times,( not talking about this post … 🙂
(My ‘barefoot’ Julian comment on UL was to say that you might cut your feet on ato’s broken plates)
The trouble is, that I am too eager. Often writing quickly before the email notification has faded from the screen.
I like to test myself, you know as if it’s a conversation.
I realise that not all of you have 24 hour broadband, so I know that I often get belated responses. Of course some of it is drivel and I don’t expect a response.
But nevertheless it is a game that I play. That is why there are spelling mistakes, as I don’t check everything.
Of course inevitably I write thoughts that I don’t explain properly, and it’s only when it appears that I can see this.
Believe it or not, I couldn’t even type three years ago!!!!
Dearest Jules, I perfectly get your point most of the times, it’s only your and Voice’s private bantering that leaves me non-plussed…
I jump over it and leave you to it, it’s fine, private and personal…
There they are smoking in -20C; I heard people complaining about having to smoke outside in Sydney winter!
Maybe alcohol consumption and obesity next, hopefully both here and there.Taking the boys to cinema yesterday, I saw I five-year-olds, who could hardly walk so heavy they were. Yet mums had huge trays of ‘goodies’ to take into the cinema. Only the grannies were of normal weight…
There goes the fun out of Funland!
I wish the govn’t the best of luck but I’m not sure how successful they’ll be with it.
“It’s like some kind of…” (and I waited with baited breath to see what the fat redneck would compare the govn’t efforts to but burst out laughing when he said it) “like some kind of racism!” I think that guy already had one too many fags.
Though, the first guy, much younger, made a reasonable point about the non existing restrictions on alcohol. Perhaps the Finnish Govn’t can think of that little elephant in the corridors of health next… and perhaps the rest of the govn’s on the planet can learn a lesson.
Thanks Gerard.
Yes atomou, puts me in mind of when some cycling bores were going on about how banning cyclists from freeways might be illegal discrimination. A voice from the back informed them that she was a cyclist and rode frequently on freeways. When they asked her how she managed that, she said “Of course I ride in a car.”
And what were YOU hoping to catch with your breath atomou? And the correct version comes from Shakespeare too. Oh La La La La La La!
Atomou:
To catch a glimpse!
Nae the shadow of a glimpse!
A Voice! The eerie shadow of a voice!
Voice:
Speakest thou of shadows of sound?
And, ay, speakest though through thy heart?
Thy mouth? The echoes of a mid-horror dream?
Or art thou bored to buggery and oblivion?
Atomou:
Ah! A voice!
I hear thee, Voice but I see thee not!
Come, let me clutch thee!
I have thee not, and yet I hear thee still.
Art thou not, fatal sound, sensible
To feeling as to audition? Or art thou but
A shimmering shadow of the mind?
A false creation of a god’s turbulent fantasy?
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I hear thee yet, in sound as palpable
As this which Julian now draws
By drums, by lyres and by Gadgetry
That pierces the atmosphere withal?
Ah, by the Moon, by the Stars that covet the Moon
Yea, by the Moon, the Mistress of the Night
Who, when all the men forsake noise
And Apollo’s bright stallions have done their race
She, Lady Moon betunes the music of the Universe!
In short, yea, Voice!
I am bored to buggery and oblivion!
Euripides has done my brain in!
A dagger!
A dagger!
Gez, I tried to give up smoking at Xmas and lasted 36 hrs
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And shiraz but that lasted 18 hrs
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I made all my comments before I watched the video.
It was disappointing. I thought that everyone in Finland was into nudity.
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Today is Friday, tomorrow, Saturday night after sauna we roll in the snow; in summertime we jump into a lake, naked of course.
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And Sunday the pics are posted in The Men’s Room!
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We are very democratic, the pics of the (naked) blokes are also on display; no one looks at them because they are not so pretty…
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Of course in winter most non-Finnish nude men look a bit shriveled up as well.
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Hah! I’m made of sterner stuff.
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You better laugh, Voice or I’m sending Mick Gatto over!
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There is no terror, atomou, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in adorability That they pass by me as the idle wind”
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But you might fall for Mick, though Voice!
(Have you read my poetry below?)
I’ve just finished reading Mick’s semi-auto biography.
I think he was born to be a thug. From a day old he hasn’t stopped by obnoxious. I saw quite a lot of my students in him. Totally impossible to teach them empathy.
BUT!
He married his young sweetheart and they’re still together!
Which doesn’t mean he’s been faithful for any longer than a couple of hours during all that time!
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Of course I read it atomou, and enjoyed it; that’s why I replied in kind.
No fear of me falling for Mick Gatto. I’m far too klevver to take up with someone new while I’m still on the rebound from Tiger Woods.
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…he hasn’t stopped being obnoxious…
That’s how I write when I’m talking on the phone at the same time.
Men are just not good at multi-tasking!
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Oh, no, Voice! Not you too!
That Tiger!
What they say about the wicked is right. They never rest!
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How remiss of me!
Of course! It’s Brutus Interruptus!
I didn’t see the quotation marks.
Well done Voice!
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To think I used to be part of the Peter Stuyvesant generation.
According to some I’ve still ‘got it’, but much more calmer, a Shiraz man now really.
Still keeping my irresistible looks and health.
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I had mentioned these gorgeously packeted cigarettes in your previous story gerard. I thought that it may have elicited a response. Before.
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Don’t Bogart that joint my friend!
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Light up or leave me alone.
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Light up one yourself, Warrigal Mirriyuula!
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I though that you, Emmjay, T2 or Hung would pick that one up WM.
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Don’t bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don’t bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Everybody sing along this time
Don’t bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don’t bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
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You know you don’t have to act with me, Jules.
You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle.
Just whistle… you know how to whistle, don’t you, Jules? You put your lips together and… blow! And when Bogart turns up, ask him about Ricky…
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Mmm, I must be on a different wave length.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbY9ePebWB8
I thought that everybody in the universe had seen Easy Rider. An iconic film. A seminal counter-culture film.
It was Jack Nicholson’s first big break and of course featured Dennis Hopper .
The ending was unusual. As was your comment about whistling??
Which I’m doing now, but it’s late and seems to be a recipe for annoying my neighbours. I think I’ll stop.
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Good Morning atomou,
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild wild women
They’ll drive you crazy they’ll drive you insane.
Still waiting on the whistling? Was it the ouzo perchance?
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A funny version of Jim Croce’s song…By Peter Sellers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVw96wzmZC8
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Julian, you are becoming very cryptic lately; I think only Voice understands you or gets your meaning. I never ignore you but I don’t know what you are on about at times,( not talking about this post … 🙂
(My ‘barefoot’ Julian comment on UL was to say that you might cut your feet on ato’s broken plates)
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Oh, I had wondered, Helvi.
The trouble is, that I am too eager. Often writing quickly before the email notification has faded from the screen.
I like to test myself, you know as if it’s a conversation.
I realise that not all of you have 24 hour broadband, so I know that I often get belated responses. Of course some of it is drivel and I don’t expect a response.
But nevertheless it is a game that I play. That is why there are spelling mistakes, as I don’t check everything.
Of course inevitably I write thoughts that I don’t explain properly, and it’s only when it appears that I can see this.
Believe it or not, I couldn’t even type three years ago!!!!
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Dearest Jules, I perfectly get your point most of the times, it’s only your and Voice’s private bantering that leaves me non-plussed…
I jump over it and leave you to it, it’s fine, private and personal…
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Thanks.
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How about that Julian! We are the only people that can understand each other. Not.
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You would be the first AJ.
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Good on ya my brave little country!
There they are smoking in -20C; I heard people complaining about having to smoke outside in Sydney winter!
Maybe alcohol consumption and obesity next, hopefully both here and there.Taking the boys to cinema yesterday, I saw I five-year-olds, who could hardly walk so heavy they were. Yet mums had huge trays of ‘goodies’ to take into the cinema. Only the grannies were of normal weight…
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There goes the fun out of Funland!
I wish the govn’t the best of luck but I’m not sure how successful they’ll be with it.
“It’s like some kind of…” (and I waited with baited breath to see what the fat redneck would compare the govn’t efforts to but burst out laughing when he said it) “like some kind of racism!” I think that guy already had one too many fags.
Though, the first guy, much younger, made a reasonable point about the non existing restrictions on alcohol. Perhaps the Finnish Govn’t can think of that little elephant in the corridors of health next… and perhaps the rest of the govn’s on the planet can learn a lesson.
Thanks Gerard.
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Yes atomou, puts me in mind of when some cycling bores were going on about how banning cyclists from freeways might be illegal discrimination. A voice from the back informed them that she was a cyclist and rode frequently on freeways. When they asked her how she managed that, she said “Of course I ride in a car.”
And what were YOU hoping to catch with your breath atomou? And the correct version comes from Shakespeare too. Oh La La La La La La!
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Atomou:
To catch a glimpse!
Nae the shadow of a glimpse!
A Voice! The eerie shadow of a voice!
Voice:
Speakest thou of shadows of sound?
And, ay, speakest though through thy heart?
Thy mouth? The echoes of a mid-horror dream?
Or art thou bored to buggery and oblivion?
Atomou:
Ah! A voice!
I hear thee, Voice but I see thee not!
Come, let me clutch thee!
I have thee not, and yet I hear thee still.
Art thou not, fatal sound, sensible
To feeling as to audition? Or art thou but
A shimmering shadow of the mind?
A false creation of a god’s turbulent fantasy?
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I hear thee yet, in sound as palpable
As this which Julian now draws
By drums, by lyres and by Gadgetry
That pierces the atmosphere withal?
Ah, by the Moon, by the Stars that covet the Moon
Yea, by the Moon, the Mistress of the Night
Who, when all the men forsake noise
And Apollo’s bright stallions have done their race
She, Lady Moon betunes the music of the Universe!
In short, yea, Voice!
I am bored to buggery and oblivion!
Euripides has done my brain in!
A dagger!
A dagger!
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Gorrrrd, I reckon, I’m a ruddy poet!
“Betunes the Universe!” Who else could have constructed such an image?
In short, Oh La La La La La La!
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I may have to re-write that atomou.
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