Hooray, Twellsy! Your Official Translator on Peet’s (the lovely AuntAdaDoom) can now stand down.
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“Let me through - I speak Twellsy!”
[pourity] [pourity]
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That’s a relief, Twellies.
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Not much, but then again neither does your avatar, dere, really. You are clearly a piscine master of disguise and quite possibly in the pay of some sinister organisation.
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I wish; I could use the money.
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Interesting; I’d never really thought about piscine chirality before. Can’t imagine why.
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We are not bleedin’ whelks!
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Beneath the dark and complicated tide
Whelks grew in silent spirals, side by side
Until: ‘Oi, matey! You’ve gone chiral!
Youtube! Massive! You’ll be viral…’
And the chiral whelk he shrugged his shell and sighed:
‘I’m in me stationary chiral phase
I’ll invert elution order straightaways
And me column, it is durable:
No crucible or thurible
Can turn me from me HPLC ways’
The tide came in and the tide went out
A few hundred times and more
And our friend – call him ‘Whelk-0’ -
He wriggled and said: ‘I’m sick of the ocean floor.
It’s a lousy locality to practise chirality:
I wish I were on dry land.
Where, leaving aside the debates of morality,
Some spirally types make a stand.
Down here, immobile, I’m live meat for Pirkles
While honeysuckle and bindweed join tendrils in circles.’
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I’ll have wotevva you’re on, Gus…
Carinthia.xx
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Well if you’re sure, dahllink…
< proffers brimming bumper of a fruity little paintstripper >
Drink it up nicely before yer glass dissolves and it eats the carpet…
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Well there’s a thing. I do hope the whelks appreciate your genius.
I am back from the gym and heading for bed, via porridge-making.
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Irish Old Lady Aunt once stood what she considered to be a safe distance from the horse my Father was seated on ( that’s a fair distance) & ’ swatted ’ him with Holy Water
Except that she had got the Poteen bottle , also helpfully labelled Holy Water
It burned an hole in his jumper…
I am looking forra telephone number wot I can’t find
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
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I do hope you mean the gansey rather than the hoss, dere…
(Chortling wildly. I have indulged a couple of times and lived to tell the tale, just)
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As long as I have not been instrumental in driving you to bed, Fishy. I is not minnowist.
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We’ve watched ‘Trainspotting’ for the first time in our lives.
This is driving me to bed, Dere Gus, not you.
Sweet dreams,
Soo xx
(Glad Twellsy’s eyes is put right.)
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You’ll need Gin, Soo
Proffers Noo Bottle…
Carinthia.xx
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Agh who mentioned the craythur?
I have seen it eat granite floors
Gin is better behaved
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Well yes, dere. Hence ‘crater’ for a dunt in a bit of rock, doubtless caused by careless drinking and or/flingage of drink
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You can always tell a scrumpy bar in Devon, 'cos there’s a tiny bit of varnish left in the corners.
Orf to me nest.
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… & what did you think Soo ?
I was in class for 7 years with Danny Boyle. First name from the register twice a day. Nice guy, but there were no signs of what he went onto.
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