Help!

Soutie I find I cannot post a comment at the moment. I click the button “Post Comment” but nothing happens. Do you know of any present glitch? Please delete this post once seen.

It’s not just you PapaG but all of us, let’s give the rocket scientists at WordPress an hour or two to sort out the problem

I too couldn’t comment, so thought I’d use your excellently timed post to notify you and others

Soutie 🙂

If other cherished colleagues wish to comment on the current ‘glitch’ please email me  and I’ll post your pearls of wisdom below.

Interlude

Me and Chibber were on the subway the other day. By subway that might mean the underground to you or the tube station. I don’t know, I‘m not cosmopolitan. Anyway, we’re sitting there and a woman is sitting directly across from us and her hands are stitching a piece of yarn like nobody’s business. She’s nonchalantly staring into space while the hands are going at Burlington Bertie, a hundred to thirty.

“She’s a good knitter, isn’t she?” I said to Chibber, who replied.

“She’s crocheting.”

As soon as he said this he wanted the ground to swallow him up even though we were already underground. How did he know the difference?

A question for Mr Mackie

Just finished watching the BBC coverage of the Edinburgh Tattoo. It was as entertaining as it was when Mrs FEEG and I were there in person 10 years ago. Absolutely stunning.

There is still one question that arises from it, though. When you are in Auld Reekie, the atmosphere around Festival time is great except for all the “bagpipe buskers”.

So, my question for Mr Mackie is, “Why is it that bagpipe solos sound like a particularly sadistic version of cat strangulation, whereas a massed pipe and drum band is one of the greatest sounds on Earth?”

Poetry postponed

In deference to the persistently lazy days of summer and in eager anticipation of John Mackie’s promised contribution, Backside has decided unanimously as ever to keep the Summertime contest open until 31st August, after breakfast.

As Nat King Cole sang in 1963:

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here!

Cabin full of Diesel Exhaust? – No Problem.

First Mate:   “Does this boat have a Carbon Monoxide detector?”
Bilge Rat  “Yes of course, I bought one especially for this trip”
First Mate “Where is it?”
Bilge Rat  “Well it is in the bin under the V- berth, I did not get around to installing it yet”

Don’t let the presence of diesel exhaust fumes, soot and high levels of Carbon Monoxide in the cabin distress you.  A cracked exhaust elbow on your diesel generator is easily fixed with common household items.

Continue reading “Cabin full of Diesel Exhaust? – No Problem.”

Peer without peer (or pier)

It’s fragrant Archer day in the meeja. Hisself is singing the praises of the resort formerly known as Bombay (hardly his eponymous Weston with its new pier), while ‘er indoors is singing his.

Married for 47 years: Mary and Jeffrey Archer

What is he up to this time with this shameless relaunch? Does he think that we have memories as selective as his? Does she still need to justify playing Tammy Wynette to his Walter Mitty?

Or will we have to swallow another round of grease-laden wisdom from his unctuous pen?

Here ‘s the stuff: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/celebritytravel/10261973/Jeffrey-Archers-Mumbai-My-Kind-of-Town.html and http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2401204/Most-men-need-wife-pump-ego-Jeffrey-needed-puncture-A-fascinating-insight-famously-colourful-marriage-MARY-ARCHER.html

Summer Caving (August poetry competition)

I know you lot are quite a bit older than me so this generation’s offering might not be for you. The Neutron bomb, although old enough to be our big sister, did it for us. Grease is the word.

Summer Caving

Summer caving, had us a whack
Summer caving, me, Debbie and Jack Black
We got fed up with the beach
So we went somewhere out of reach
Summer caving, in the depths
To, uh oh, those summer caves Continue reading “Summer Caving (August poetry competition)”