for the forthcoming week but I can’t quite think what it should be.
Flag flying above Mum’s new shed/summerhouse 07/05/2011
I know there’s summat going on this week, but for the life of me I can’t think what it is. 😦
It was lovely to speak to Mum and Dianne and Bumble Marciano. Oh, and us being Virgins has its advantages. Mum sounded reet chipper, which made me feel reet chipper.
Brill photo !! xxx
+ 1 😀
Cover for a book? 😀
What have you done to me? Are there subliminal messages amidst the friendly banter of this blog. I gave up all interest in football once I realised that Bob Latchford was never going to sweep me into his arms to live happily ever after in luxury (although I did harbour similar yearnings for Lawrence Lewellyn Bowen for a time too) Yet here I am at the start of what should be a normal week, worrying about a football match at the weekend and actually having a strong preference as to who should win. What’s more I shall probably be watching the game on the telly …… what is happening to me!!!
A psychiatrist says:
1. Nothing to worry about: deep down everyone’s a Stokie.
2. The liking hairy men thing is slightly more troublesome and will require follow up sessions.
Dunner worry, Katharine. It’s a disease known as Cup Fever. It will have a greater effect on us Stokies because, apart from a couple of small doses in the early 70’s, we’ve not been exposed to it ever since it was discovered. The symptoms are swollen adrenyline glands and bouts of highs and lows. It can be fatal to the old and frail if a bout of highs strikes in the final seconds of the disease. But, such is the nature of this affliction, most old people who have the disease are quite happy to pass away at that very moment anyway. 😉
There’s different types of hairy. I recall Bob Latchford had a bit of the U Boat about his hairyness. Like when Huth grew his moustache.
A specialist arrives.
I’d go for a Freudian / Angela Carter explanation. Repressed memories of the bearded woodcutter from a Penguin Red Riding Hood, conflated with images of the wolf from the same book, conflicting feelings of danger and safety brought to mind by Bob Latchford’s appearance in the Brum blue penguin kit nodding one in at the back stick.
PS The Laurence Llewellyn Bowen one is more problematic, a foppish million miles away from somebody looking like Geoff Capes’ thinner brother
can’t think of what’s important this week?
shame on you
saturday 14 may: afc bournemouth vs hudderfield town (playoff semi 1st leg) – 12.45 ko. you can watch it on the telly before taking your seats
Hudderfield? Thick druggie
Both Latchford and Llewellyn Bowen somewhat Italianate in their different ways: starting point for therapy here?
Txt us the score neptune; it’s the big one alright
I am now totally unable to concentrate on any work at all thanks to the image link from Markelt and the attendent resurgent flutterings in the cardiac region.
As to the therapy due to interest in Bob L and LLB (or Lawrence Le Doodly Whatsit, as my daughter calls him) can I throw a couple more names into the mix to confuse matters further: Joe Lando (how I hated Jane Seymour) and Jon Bon Jovi. An ecclectic mix you have to agree and all, over time, guaranteed to set the heart a fluttering.
I shall recline on the couch awaiting my therapy!
I think they all comply to one gay stereotype or another.
Bob Latchford – Big Gay Bear
LLB – Mincing dandy
John Bon Jovi – Pretty boy twink
Joe Lando (who he?) – oiled up beefcake
It seems you are trying to draw up your own version of the Village People. You’re still missing one, I reckon.
Oh I so wanted to say all that; genius post-hyphen analyseses there though Elt. I right doff my cap to you.
Only thing is you’ve rather given the game away by knowing how many Village People there were haven’t you?
(nb: am thinking Katherine might have had a pash for Freddie Mercury to complete your line up ? I know OS did)
That can’t be right because to the best of my knowledge they are all straight men with a distinct gay vibe.
No Not Freddie Mercury – I liked the drummer!
But the drummer looked like a rayte puff so that theory is upheld!
i’m too excited to type proply
Ahh Freddie Mercury! Wow! Hammersmith Apollo! Wow… what a treat of a memory; of looking up at him on a buttress flyer of the stage that he kept running up! … It’s a Kinda Magic!!!
I’ve always imagined myself doing what Freddie does in this vid.
What? Clean your house?
No you fule! Put on an act like he does. Not only was he a great singer, he was also the supreme extrovert.
Off the top of my head, only two men can touch the real Me inside. One is Freddie; the other is this guy, who I reckon is the most beautiful man on earth. [Not in a gay way you bastards like winger and Elt!]
I saw Queen once, before they were famous type thing at Bingley Hall. I can’t say they’ve ever been my favs, they’re a bit too introverted.
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