tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post8293702408776038754..comments2024-02-18T22:11:22.339-08:00Comments on Last Django in Paris: A short break for New Year...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-30458334779487375522009-01-05T07:40:00.000-08:002009-01-05T07:40:00.000-08:00Boyo - It's been some time since I visited the Bor...Boyo - It's been some time since I visited the Border Marches Romnichal Research Centre (last seen parked illegally on a verge next to the A5).Gyppo Byardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08823690986571629011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-21399894968085512372009-01-05T06:15:00.000-08:002009-01-05T06:15:00.000-08:00It was the last visit by the Mullenses that pushed...It was the last visit by the Mullenses that pushed me to the top of the Lynching Lottery, you seem to have forgotten.<BR/><BR/>Word Verification: avinopsi - Greek: the state of being mocked by your underlings.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-76523595229968883832009-01-05T05:22:00.000-08:002009-01-05T05:22:00.000-08:00Mrs P - I meant dramatic in the topographical sens...Mrs P - I meant dramatic in the topographical sense rather than the human. Even I admit that the Reading area has enough human drama to keep Jeremy Kyle occupied for a decade.<BR/><BR/>Boyo - Just say the word and I shall arrange a visit to the Annwn vardo from Django Mullens and his associates.Gyppo Byardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08823690986571629011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-77116671428646966872009-01-05T03:59:00.000-08:002009-01-05T03:59:00.000-08:00With you there, Gyppo. I'd love to move back to my...With you there, Gyppo. I'd love to move back to my native Cerigrafu, but the Annwn brothers have long memories and a grendling iron with my name on it.No Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-48644856965325631252009-01-04T14:48:00.000-08:002009-01-04T14:48:00.000-08:00You're a poet in the style of Dylan Thomas, Mrs Po...You're a poet in the style of Dylan Thomas, Mrs Pouncer, and no mistake! You could have gazed upon my (ahem) lovely visage instead of just upon my name if you'd had got your arse into gear before the 23rd, but I'll let it pass for now; a simple explanation and/or abject apology will suffice. I have a firm and manly hand on my own tiller as I write this and I too feel that this will be a year of great poetic achievement for us all.Gadjo Dilohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08998278830936531990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-77063790505572701532009-01-04T13:20:00.000-08:002009-01-04T13:20:00.000-08:00Sweet baby Jesus and the Orphans! We go from bad t...Sweet baby Jesus and the Orphans! We go from bad to worse! No drama in the Thames Valley? Where have you BEEN, Gypps? You want drama, I got it. Here's my card; knock yourself out. <BR/>Gadj, gorgeous, gracious Gadj. My heart swells as I gaze upon your name. Reliable moments will become my hallmark this new year, I promise you. 2009 stretches before me as untrodden snow, and I find myself on an even footing, at one with the world, a firm hand on my tiller. I feel as if life's barkeep has his hand rammed under my optic, and has pledged to keep me topped up. Poetic, I know, but that is how I am.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-23501138228075418982009-01-04T12:36:00.000-08:002009-01-04T12:36:00.000-08:00I was also away when the Queen of Tarts died, and ...I was also away when the Queen of Tarts died, and have managed to stay away (either abroad or in academia) ever since. Actually, these descriptions provided yourself, Mrs Pouncer (in her more reliable moments) and A. E. Housman et al. are almost my only links with The Old Country these days. And how delightful it still sounds :-)Gadjo Dilohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08998278830936531990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-342399342193201232009-01-04T08:51:00.000-08:002009-01-04T08:51:00.000-08:00And a Happy New Year to you too, Clarissa. Nice to...And a Happy New Year to you too, Clarissa. Nice to see you back!<BR/><BR/>The Thames Valley is too tame. One likes the odd dramatic moment in one's landscapes. Kinver Edge, for example. Clent. The Clee Hills. Only Goring Gap comes anywhere near...Gyppo Byardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08823690986571629011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753176231132205902.post-83347739078465247752009-01-04T08:35:00.000-08:002009-01-04T08:35:00.000-08:00Saints preserve us all, Gyppo! What are you saying...Saints preserve us all, Gyppo! What are you saying? Leave the glorious Thames Valley? Whatever for? I have just returned from a bracing trudge across Maidenhead Thicket, where the majestic roar of the A404 sliproad silences all internal demons, and the sight of the hazel's grey tassles and the points of yellow jasmine about the keeper's cottage served to remind me that we live in an unparalleled paradise. Plus, the kebab van was doing a roaring trade. Happy new year, btw.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.com