Philosophy often falls into two categories I have noticed. The first, radical thoughtful thoughts that come to ones mind during times of still moments. A breath of wind as it rattles the bare branches of many a cold tree. Or even the flap of birdswing as it pushes for shelter amongst an olive sky.
And then there is you. An inoffensive alcoholic haze that follows your words with the distinctive fog of a nights work well done. Everything is rosy in the world of the little singing fella. And that is never a bad thing. Rest ye well wee man, for many young heads rely upon their da to keep them right.
I'll pay the taxi driver, you just take your wee self away to your bed. Don't be telling herself that it was me who got you so drunk, tis a terrbile bashing of the earholes I'm in for masel.
I've just woken to find warm pish in my baffies and Jimmy's cold garlic and pig-snout kebab in my coat pocket. Still... it could have been worse. It might have been the other way round!
Chef; I knew there was a reason I liked you. You have twigged my mood to a tee my astute friend. In fact I'll go as far as to say I like you quite a lot. :¬)
A long and winding road?
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Philosophy often falls into two categories I have noticed. The first, radical thoughtful thoughts that come to ones mind during times of still moments. A breath of wind as it rattles the bare branches of many a cold tree. Or even the flap of birdswing as it pushes for shelter amongst an olive sky.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there is you. An inoffensive alcoholic haze that follows your words with the distinctive fog of a nights work well done. Everything is rosy in the world of the little singing fella. And that is never a bad thing. Rest ye well wee man, for many young heads rely upon their da to keep them right.
I'll pay the taxi driver, you just take your wee self away to your bed. Don't be telling herself that it was me who got you so drunk, tis a terrbile bashing of the earholes I'm in for masel.
I've just woken to find warm pish in my baffies and Jimmy's cold garlic and pig-snout kebab in my coat pocket. Still... it could have been worse. It might have been the other way round!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the ear worm.
ReplyDeleteBetter than that pocket inventory. ;0
ReplyDeletePon; This road? The longer the better! :¬)
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Chef; I knew there was a reason I liked you. You have twigged my mood to a tee my astute friend. In fact I'll go as far as to say I like you quite a lot. :¬)
ReplyDeleteUB; Good song though yeah? :¬)
ReplyDeletehope; ? :¬)
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See you wee man? This does no mean that we will ever be swapping spit in the shower any time soon, reet?
ReplyDelete...it is for flipping Amazon... I have a parcel of books lost on a roundabout in Kettering.
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Have sent you an invite, Mr Maps!
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Winding - yes but mine are up and down too.
ReplyDelete"and Jimmy's cold garlic and pig-snout kebab in my coat pocket."
ReplyDeleteTHAT inventory of your pocket. :)
Chef; Reet! :¬)
ReplyDeleteScarlet; Ta miss. :¬)
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Pat; It's no wonder you're so fit then! :¬)
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hope; Oh, aye! :¬)
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