I tried to get a word in edgeways, but was drowned by the relentless Hilda, Michael(a), Anne LP or something, that girl has got more pseudos than Imelda has shoes, or Vectis Lad, at least VL is open open about his 🙂
Of course I’m referring here to VL’s pseudos, not his shoes…
So it seems, Big M, I could not help myself! I read your excellent contributions…
Vl, next time you have to get there before Hilda, she’s hogging the forum.
There was a restaurant named Alice’s, after the song, on Malibu Pier.
I had a steak there in 1979. My kids had American Burgers, since the UK burgers were rubbish. Excepting in The Hard Rock and Peter’s other restaurants, The Great American Disaster ect.
We had a hire car to drive up from LA, to San Francisco. I parked it in the parking lot by the beach and I left the keys inside the boot (trunk), while I dealt with something. A naughty child probably. Anyway the boot slammed down and we had to get a local locksmith. He thought it was hilarious and didn’t charge me
Only story of Arlo’s as funny as ‘Alice’s Restaurant’ is ‘The Motorcycle Song’… though I strongly suspect earlier versions are funnier than some later versions…
What you need for your car keys is a small magnetic box to keep a spare key in which could be easily attached to the underside of a panel, where it could be retrieved in just such an emergency… Still… I’m glad to hear your locksmith had such a good sense of humor!
And I see that you’re still as charming as ever, Hung…
Anyway, ’65 was a good year… and I’ll live in whatever time-period I choose… sometimes it’s the ’60s and sometimes Ancient Greece. Why any of that should be of any concern to you, however, is quite beyond me.
…and there at the bottom of that pile of rubbish was my name written on that envelope, provin’ it was my rubbish…
Have to just hum along and imagine the song and words for now, emmjay, my computer is collapsin’… you ken get enytheng you want at alice’s resteranttttt
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Wonderful stuff Emmjay! Arlo Guthrie is one of my favorite musos AND favorite storytellers all wrapped up on one bundle… Excellent choice… gunna lissen to ’em nah!
Not bad ‘Vectensian Laddie’! All things considered… still depressed and having anxiety attacks in public places, but even so managed to show my octogenarian Mum and her 76-year-old ‘toy-boy’, Terry as much of SA as… well… as much as I could manage to show them… which was very limited where it involved walking… However, I took a few pix and will write it up tomorrow for the PA, just to let you all know that I haven’t entirely forgotten about you all!
Not likely, Vectis Lad… not much anyway; the heel’s full of arthritis and the strength of the bones has been structurally compromised. As the arthritis progresses it’s likely to be even more limiting, though I’m keeping that at bay currently with fish oil… and my Mum also gave me lots of other good stuff like starflower oil, which she says is even better than fish oil.
It’s not so much the actual pain in the foot itself, though, VL… it’s what happens when I find myself constantly favoring my ‘good’ leg (which is also full of arthritis; even noticing that in the knees and hip now too…) Because constantly standing with most of my weight on my good leg constantly twists my spine, being on my feet too much causes me serious back pain, which, if I were to do too much on my feet, could lead to SERIOUS back problems.
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin’ about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
“Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?”
He just grinned and shook my hand, and “No!”, was all he said.
(Chorus:)
Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
Take a load off Annie, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.
I picked up my bag, I went lookin’ for a place to hide;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin’ side by side.
I said, “Hey, Carmen, come on, let’s go downtown.”
She said, “I gotta go, but m’friend can stick around.”
(Chorus)
Go down, Miss Moses, there’s nothin’ you can say
It’s just ol’ Luke, and Luke’s waitin’ on the Judgement Day.
“Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?”
He said, “Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an’ keep Anna Lee company?”
(Chorus)
Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, “I will fix your rags, if you’ll take Jack, my dog.”
I said, “Wait a minute, Chester, you know I’m a peaceful man.”
He said, “That’s okay, boy, won’t you feed him when you can.”
(Chorus)
Catch a Cannonball, now, t’take me down the line
My bag is sinkin’ low and I do believe it’s time.
To get back to Miss Annie, you know she’s the only one.
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.
Another of my favorite songs, Vectis Lad… I even used to make a few bob busking that one!
I must confess, that if the ads are true, and if red Krill is as good as they say it is, I might possibly be converted also… but I’ll have to get through all the fish oil and starflower oil Mum gave me first… “Waste not, want not!”
Lovely, listened to this as I fired a couple of rounds at the anti-abortionists at ‘Opinion’.
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I tried to get a word in edgeways, but was drowned by the relentless Hilda, Michael(a), Anne LP or something, that girl has got more pseudos than Imelda has shoes, or Vectis Lad, at least VL is open open about his 🙂
Of course I’m referring here to VL’s pseudos, not his shoes…
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I haven’t made a comment there. Id have to think long and hard. Some years I’m for the embryo, but most years I’m for the mother.
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Too late, H got the last word.
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So it seems, Big M, I could not help myself! I read your excellent contributions…
Vl, next time you have to get there before Hilda, she’s hogging the forum.
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Hilda? Has she got a restaurant too?
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Yeah, but you can’t get ‘anything you want’!
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Gorrrd, VL, what’s up with you, can’t you just be happy with Hilda, why does she have to come up with a Restaurant?
What kind of restaurant?
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Alice’s.
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aahh, VL, I see…
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There was a restaurant named Alice’s, after the song, on Malibu Pier.
I had a steak there in 1979. My kids had American Burgers, since the UK burgers were rubbish. Excepting in The Hard Rock and Peter’s other restaurants, The Great American Disaster ect.
We had a hire car to drive up from LA, to San Francisco. I parked it in the parking lot by the beach and I left the keys inside the boot (trunk), while I dealt with something. A naughty child probably. Anyway the boot slammed down and we had to get a local locksmith. He thought it was hilarious and didn’t charge me
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Only story of Arlo’s as funny as ‘Alice’s Restaurant’ is ‘The Motorcycle Song’… though I strongly suspect earlier versions are funnier than some later versions…
What you need for your car keys is a small magnetic box to keep a spare key in which could be easily attached to the underside of a panel, where it could be retrieved in just such an emergency… Still… I’m glad to hear your locksmith had such a good sense of humor!
😉
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And I see that you’re still as charming as ever, Hung…
Anyway, ’65 was a good year… and I’ll live in whatever time-period I choose… sometimes it’s the ’60s and sometimes Ancient Greece. Why any of that should be of any concern to you, however, is quite beyond me.
🙂
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I still don’t want a pickle…… just want to ride on my motorciccle !
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Go tell it on the mountain, brother!
😉
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True. I can’t go any lower 🙂
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…and there at the bottom of that pile of rubbish was my name written on that envelope, provin’ it was my rubbish…
Have to just hum along and imagine the song and words for now, emmjay, my computer is collapsin’… you ken get enytheng you want at alice’s resteranttttt
🙂
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Wonderful stuff Emmjay! Arlo Guthrie is one of my favorite musos AND favorite storytellers all wrapped up on one bundle… Excellent choice… gunna lissen to ’em nah!
😉
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How are you going ‘Geordie Boy’?
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Not bad ‘Vectensian Laddie’! All things considered… still depressed and having anxiety attacks in public places, but even so managed to show my octogenarian Mum and her 76-year-old ‘toy-boy’, Terry as much of SA as… well… as much as I could manage to show them… which was very limited where it involved walking… However, I took a few pix and will write it up tomorrow for the PA, just to let you all know that I haven’t entirely forgotten about you all!
🙂
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Looking forward to it, Asty 🙂
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Yes, it must be debilitating, being hampered in walking: getting around.
Is it going to improve?
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Not likely, Vectis Lad… not much anyway; the heel’s full of arthritis and the strength of the bones has been structurally compromised. As the arthritis progresses it’s likely to be even more limiting, though I’m keeping that at bay currently with fish oil… and my Mum also gave me lots of other good stuff like starflower oil, which she says is even better than fish oil.
It’s not so much the actual pain in the foot itself, though, VL… it’s what happens when I find myself constantly favoring my ‘good’ leg (which is also full of arthritis; even noticing that in the knees and hip now too…) Because constantly standing with most of my weight on my good leg constantly twists my spine, being on my feet too much causes me serious back pain, which, if I were to do too much on my feet, could lead to SERIOUS back problems.
Anyway… back later with the full ‘oldies’ story…
TTFN
🙂
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I’ve been persuaded to take Krill. I fell victim to the TV ads. I dunno 😉
Good to see you popping in anyway.
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That will be nice to read an account of their visit, asty.
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TAKE IT EASY !
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I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin’ about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
“Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?”
He just grinned and shook my hand, and “No!”, was all he said.
(Chorus:)
Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
Take a load off Annie, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.
I picked up my bag, I went lookin’ for a place to hide;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin’ side by side.
I said, “Hey, Carmen, come on, let’s go downtown.”
She said, “I gotta go, but m’friend can stick around.”
(Chorus)
Go down, Miss Moses, there’s nothin’ you can say
It’s just ol’ Luke, and Luke’s waitin’ on the Judgement Day.
“Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?”
He said, “Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an’ keep Anna Lee company?”
(Chorus)
Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, “I will fix your rags, if you’ll take Jack, my dog.”
I said, “Wait a minute, Chester, you know I’m a peaceful man.”
He said, “That’s okay, boy, won’t you feed him when you can.”
(Chorus)
Catch a Cannonball, now, t’take me down the line
My bag is sinkin’ low and I do believe it’s time.
To get back to Miss Annie, you know she’s the only one.
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.
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Another of my favorite songs, Vectis Lad… I even used to make a few bob busking that one!
I must confess, that if the ads are true, and if red Krill is as good as they say it is, I might possibly be converted also… but I’ll have to get through all the fish oil and starflower oil Mum gave me first… “Waste not, want not!”
🙂
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