Lili Marlene.
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Fishy wins.
‘Underneath the bushes
Yer takes yer piece of frat’
…but I am hoping to be slightly more refeened, on the whole.
Name your prize!
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Didn’t know thst one. Now I do. Thank you for furthering the Gusly education.
(although I like to feel I could have taught Dean M a thing or two. Scrub yer mind out. About hangover remedies)
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‘All my eye and Betty Martin’ - anyone recognise that?
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Gentle fin patting, Fishers. Gawds - I know this feeling.
Soo xx
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One of the (many, to be fair) wood pigeons that hasn’t been splatted by spawks has perfected, almost pitch-perfect, the chorus of this song (without lyrics):
I needed to share this.
As you were,
Soo xx
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More Sparrowhawks. Many more.
Ma’am, your Beeliness.
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My Dear Gus, I can only exist as a lower case bee.
It’s only the one pigeon (Ring Dove, I know) that ‘sings’ this. But, it’s so on-key and rythm that I am doomed to have this ear-worm until it’s spawked. Bad bee.
Soo xx
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Aye well, a forlorn hope but possibly not yet a verloren hoop as such.
“Outside the skvirrel, as my guts digest,
I am getting varm now and taking off me vest”
Shoot me now, Kameraden. It’s the only decent option left you.
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Share a pitcher, Gus? Has the rage abated?
Soo xx
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Thank you madam, a trifle. Give it a couple of days and I won’t even froff at de mouff ;- )
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I’d like to know the cause of the Froffing. If I’ve missed this, forgive me.
Off to bed azz I must.
Sweet dreams Cellarites.
Soo xx
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You lot should come up here some weekend and have market shawarma. (To be fair, market shawarma is prolly as good anywhere else.)
Jealous of TFM’s foodly day, and orf to me nest.
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Gin fer both of you, then ?
Carinthia.xx
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You haven’t, Madame Bee. It woz cat-related and I am still spitting sparks
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Nay, nay lass. The way to rid your ear of it’s worm is … (now, you may not like this of me but) … to replace it with another.
So … after me …
“I’ll be your long haired lover from Liverpool,
And I’ll do anything you say.
I’ll be your clown or your puppet or your April Fool,
If you’ll be my sunshine daisy from L.A.”
You’re welcome.
Thank me later. (It was so nearly ‘My ding-a-ling’ or ‘Johnny Reggae’ so think yourself lucky).
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…to go back to the original inspiration:
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You’re an evil-minded wee sod, Armers, aren’t you?
Knew I loved you for a reason, boy.
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JM&J
As Our Chatelaine might at a moment of weakness utter.
Also fuck me sideways (that’s me, not 'er)
dere joe, you do seem to be something ovva Bad Influence. Wiv lovely fowl. What is not to like?
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One does one’s best…
Incidentally, the one on the right is Michael Fenton Stevens—a.k.a. the late Paul Morgan.
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