On the rocky shores of the Aegean the white stone steps cascade, down into the salt water and up to a cool grassy glade punctuated by silver birch, soft pine and ionic columns shouldering the night sky.
A cracked stone tablet reads ‘Welcome Traveler’ in Greek.
Alabaster statuettes on pedestals of Khan, King, Gascoigne, Hemingway and Freeman; busts of Budd, Best, Bradman, and Baggio and Fangio all flicker in the waving lights from the hanging golden lanterns.
Ancient Persian rugs flatten pools in the whispering grass, silver chalices brim with the wondering, wandering grass.
There’s a bleached driftwood bar with silver nails and verdigris copper carte de jour and a cave that reaches through the ages to bring us every wonderful shade of elixir ambrosia straight from the poisoned tree of life; scrumpy anyone, calvados?
Sprigs of lavender adorn the birches and twigs of thyme burn slowly in the grate.
Timeless veils of immortal ephemera parade, serenade; our ghosts of Marley, Morrisey, Clarke and Morrison, Cave, Buckley and Bob; a gift from Yortubus, god of context.
Pseuds’ gather like shadows in the breeze, banter, bark and bray, inspiring, exhaling.
Haggling for hearsay with the echoes of Camus, Ezekiel, Thomas and Chief Dan George…
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'kin 'ell, we must be in Second Life.... Never mind, the guys'll soon get it knocked into shape.
I'll have a cup of ambrosia and an almond croissant, if that's OK.
retsina, raki, olives, feta, pitta
pseuds' sanctuary of poetry, pickles and patter
hi z,
felt bad about decomposin' your great Windies/IP thread, had a bit too much ambrosia with me lunch
Just everyone be careful about drinking the waters of Leif will you.
Leffe for me please.
How simple a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. All that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple heart.
your almond croissant and jug of Leffe madames, parakalo
's all right File, we were only banging on about copyright anyway.
Mimi suggested we do a Tavern last week but we were both busy and I thought, 'let's wait and see if Pseuds really need one'... so you supplied the answer :)
But you want to watch that Thai ambrosia, it's powerful stuff I'm told.
BTW Ebren, the great Sean has not responded to my offering.
And the poetry workshop great Poet has never dealt with the humble pomes of myself and File.
A girl could get paranoid...
er...may I hastily distance myself from the charms of Lief, we may both be bronzed and chiselled adoni but you'll have to charm Zorba for the drinks
otters noses, badgers nipple chips?
otters noses, badgers nipple chips?
No, I'm sorry, we have to draw the line somewhere. Tapirs are one thing but nobody is eating an otter while I'm in this cyberspace realm, OK?
Oh, you meant otters' gnosis and badgers' neo-pauline chapters?
Wish you'd speak more clearly, Zorba old thing.
but you don't understand...my brain is not the right way
t h e r a i n i n s p a i n s t a y s m a i n l y o n t h e p l a i n
I'm working on it alright?
You need a brain redesign consultant, Zorb, get a whole new look like that nice Olympics thing.
not if they make a swastika out of it even if it was around in our ancient of days
poetry from the land of Helen:
Observe how Eros works his magic spells,
And how all love-sick mortals he compels.
He quickens their desire and gives it might,
And teaches them to wrestle in the night.
- erotocritos
Love the decor Leif!
What shall we do, Cytherea?
Lovely Adonis is dying.
Ah, but we mourn him!
thanks mimi, you're looking nice tonight!
Aphrodite of the foam,
Who hast given all good gifts,
And made Sappho at thy will
Love so greatly and so much
'ello peeps
donar tapir?
zeph,
you got mentioned in dispatches, well done!
can I post the link?
I\'m off to find out what an anomic ending is...
stavros: the Tapir was donated to Pseuds after all ...
might there be a little orangu-souvlaki?
There was an old otter in Greece,
Who wanted to potter in peace.
But, like it or not,
He was boiled in a pot,
Then swallowed by Zeus in one piece.
Otters: agree with Zeph. No otters to be eaten here. Watch this and then tell me you could have 'em fried, sliced or diced!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epUk3T2Kfno
Zeus then met a young duffer from Delphi,
whose oracle made him quite wealthy,
They peered and they pored,
Til Zeus got hungry and bored
Then he ate all those there to stay healthy
mimi,
if you want an animal eaten on here -
forbid eating it!
gg
there once was a sparten so spare
he refused to even grow hair
it\'s a waste and worse
said the byzantine nurse
who had gallons of gorgons to share
(but don\'t stare)
Are we really going to be offsideless all summer?
That's shit, isn't it?
The orangutan's just been in touch (he seems to have a mobile now).
Says he's got a job at Wolff something and they were really pleased with his logo at the lunch today? Anyone know what that's about?
Yes, there is definitely an Offside-shaped gap in our Pseudic lives.
perhaps if we glue together some iodine strips and fish heads...teach it sing \'moi non plus\'
or we could put guitou in a loincloth
andrewm, have you ever noticed how much easier it is to stay lumpy? btw/why were you sucking up to that young Jude girl?
file, you've lost me.
Tenner says you can't find me.
andrewm,
give it to the orangutan for his phone cards
on the Buckley, no thanks thread, I saw you there with your feverishly scrawled comments clutched in your sweating palms shouting \'Ooh ooh, pick me miss, miss, ooh\'
you can\'t run and you can\'t hide
unless you drink insecticide
Hmmm .... I recall one comment. If there were more, I dread to think what they may have been.
Lack of offside has done strange things to me.
you could always stalk him on the cote and quickly shackle yourself to him when he\'s not looking
sorry andrewm, bit grumpy
it\'s not the lack of offside thats doing strange things to me, its the lack of strange things he did to me
file, I'm the grumpy one around here, so perk up or sling yer hook.
To be honest, I haven't really recovered from the news that offside has a family, and a lovely one at that. Damn! I was so sure he was mine.
Abandoned by miro, abandoned by offside .... is it me? Is it something I do wrong?
Dog above, Andy, this looks serious!
Please regurgitate that otter and get some decent haggis across your guts...
no, pet, don\'t blame thaself its those french fancies and their flouncing frolics, charm narcissus from his pool he would or perse from the very jaws...
leaving us pinin\' for the fjords, high and dry in fake plastic trees
Come on GG, you're Offy's partner in mirth and folly - lighten the mood.
Let's drink to Absent Friends, especially the one who right now is probably having to explain to all his relatives why he's not going to come back from that island and get a proper job.
The Arcadian Phlegm
1 oz grand marnier
1 oz fresh lime juice
1 oz Syrop de Grenadine
37 oz Ouzo
crushed ice and honey flakes
Point taken, Zeph!
Let's see...
How To Cheer Up a Moping Scot, p. 173 -
Come on, Angus, come join us in the Gay Gordons!
Ah, I'll get over it. I may need to turn my attentions to one of you lot to make him jealous, though. Who wants to be my new best friend?
Me sir, me sir, me sir....!!
mmm, come come my dear boy, lets talk sexual investment healing ...
Sir Derek is also known as "Gay Gordon".
now you\'ve blown it!
thank you, it\'s a relief actually
I am sure offside got drunk en route to france, and then took the wrong plane and went back directly to tahiti-We'll hear from him after the hungover is over.
I thought Andrewm was looking for a new Scottish kitten friend to bite his ankles and wrists.
CE, you're miles in front in a field of one.
mimi, funny you should mention my feline friend, because he's here tonight. He's supposed to be going abroad but nothing has happened, so I've got him for now. He's eating everything in sight.
I was thinking I might emial Offy the good articles, so he has less to catch up on.
Also - not to blow my own site's trumpet (insert own 2012 Lisa-Bart joke here). But we scooped GU twice today.
Go me and Margin.
blimey...
this tavern with its wandering wondering grass is such a classy joint.
i've just made myself read through the liverpool open thread and am in desperately in need of some civil exchange and refreshments.
hope some of you are still around for that.
even if it's just andrew's adopted cat.
Hooray for Lord Ebren and Sir Margin! Huzzah!
marcela, you shouldn't put yourself through that kind of experience.
I have to go and take care of this bastard of a cat, but if offside re-emerges you can tell him that I've got CE now and I don't need him no more. I always thought CE was better anyway, so there offside, you git.
lo marcela,
last night you called for sports pomes and then ran out laughing maniacally while faithful ferrets found them for you
tonight you may just be in the mood for \'Frankly, Mr.Shankly\' which you\'ll found propping up the bar
I think the good doctorshoot might have left you something sticky to remember too
Hello Marcela,
How you?
If you channel the energy as with of the past GU you will find a few things to raise a smile at on the Liverpool thread.
And it wouldn't be so terrible if football didn't mean so much.
Underneath it all you have a lot of people who care, and a lot of people who hate, and a lot of people who love.
And some people being silly.
Two more spirits will visit you this night.
File: it's a joy to have the Frankly Mr Shankly so freely quoted! I have mentioned same many times on GU (when I went there) and I think once in Lord Ebren's premises, and no-one ever seemed to notice!
Has anyone checked if there's a kettle here? I must have my evening tea.
dear mr or mrs ghost -
i HAVE smiled. and how. nevertheless, i cannot enter the thread there. not right now.
and i do like to join a thread.
file, i never ran away laughing.
but wondering wandering grass always me go rather quiet.
must go back and double check i left no poems unturned.
you may know this, but without ever wishing to i somehow managed to turn poems into some sort of controversy on the podcast elsewhere - so when shoot (we can dispense with the doctor at this time and in these settings, shurely) said he used to run a poetry workshop i was immediately fascinated...
it was later. i have a couple of hours in me i reckon. will not disappear again without saying goodnight :)
andrew - feed the cat and come back to feed yourself. stop slutting about and join in frankly mr shankly limmericks.
Now Andrew, I insist that you love me for who I am and not just as a tool in your Tahitian love games...
Marcela: lovely you're here. Long time no see. I think I was lonely wandering halls in me ball gown last time we met. Tell more of the Shankly limericks.
Oh and would anyone mind if I moved my frankly too large to have in the house desk here? Spotted it at auction the other day, and with its baronial carvings, green gilded leather, and best of all carved lion's feet, I just felt it needed a home, and Salon des Pseuds' seems the right place.
I never quite understand what's going on with these Pakalolo Tavern threads, though they are an interesting read. Have a bit of time on my hands so maybe I'll trawl back through the archive and become enlightened.
file - i saw it all last night. morrisey, the family in the crowd, great.
what i hadn't seen before, and i can't for the life of me understand why, is your challenge to write up an old classic with a fresh perspective. i'd like to give that a go.
but how could i miss an entry? ebren, can you copy me into the highlights package you're putting together for orsay?
MarvinGaye/HB/SOR quit GU sportsblog tonight on the Liverpool open thread (is he the ghost above? I do get a bit confused on here).
Can't say I blame him. Some real lowlife on there recently.
I just hope we can keep new people coming here somehow. Don't get me wrong, it's a fine place to imbibe, with quite the nicest clientele, but you need the fusty old tramps, gorgeous mysterious brunettes, backpackers, weirdos and other transients to be passing by, popping in, and staying a while. To keep things salty and fresh, amongst the familiar stools and stoolees, dusty corners and lovingly worn bar towels.
byebye: no need to trawl at all. This is all deconstructed poetry from the Zeph and Doc school. We ramble, we - very occasionally - pontificate, but mostly we're just here.
Good good, because I'll be here for a while. Have had a nightmare flying back from France today and feel very restless, so I've just made some coffee and I'll be catching up on what I've missed here whist listening to the dulcet tones of Beirut.
Dulcet tones of Beirut? did you bring back a friend?
mimi
that is the one with the thistles carved into the legs by pope no? and the bacon stains?...
i agree bluedaddy. and i just saw your post on the liverpool thread, which i found rather moving ...
i wondered if your were the ghost. oh well.
badman, don't read tavern threads. i never have but i can't imagine them working as 'a read'.
to cut a short story long, there once was some virtual drinking on a gu thread which got deletd and some people banned. eventually, pseuds started. and at some point offisde and greengrass decided to just offer the virtual off topic.
it's really good that you're here. let's move forward. although if you do read tavern threads with hindsight i'ld be fascinated to know what that's like.
i'm sorry i haven't posted that damn book yet. will soon. promise.
and as a lisa simpson wannabe i would like to blow MY own trumpet and share with you the fact that last tuesday i sat through the RTS sports programme awards where 'my team' picked up best documentary 2006 for world cup stories.
hurray!
He's a young lad from America who plays modern day Eastern European gypsy folk music. Sounds horribly pretentious and coffee table I know but IMHO it's the best thing I've heard all year. for example -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3RzfM31Rdzs
Try to imagine a careless life; a scenic world where the sunsets are all breathtaking.
marcela,
you\'ll not have to work too hard to find some controversy from the smiths, yes, where is your Shankly limerick?
and yours mimi?
bd,
yes that was an arresting moment wasn\'t it, but what a blog! never mind the quality feel the narrowness eh?
perhaps pseuds\' could send a host a webcam in Paris Hiltons cell to drum up a bit of business
And well done Marcela on your teams' award, well deserved. As it's the football equivalent of the Blue Planet can you perhaps exert some influence to get it released?
I know every second of it is on YouTube, but still...
The idea of a webcam in the Tavern is, frankly Mr Shankly, downright horrifyingly X-rated! The haggis, the Tapir, Offside's package! God knows, children might never sleep again. Best kept secrets, i'd have thought! And what of those who actually are gainfully employed? Would, perchance Byebye's esteemed employers need to see what he gets up to with his Beirut siren on the lion pawed desk? I think not.
translated from the Greek into strine, this doesn't work as well as it might:
If football and life have a fight
Re: which is our godgiven right?
Take shankly’s advice
(Which I consider quite nice):
keep shooting and turn out the light
....there is another one about a scarf and a last larf but I need another Jamaican Rum sprite....
So Sir William Shankly OBE,
Is not William Shatner, no not he
No Borg and no phasers
Nor Klingons, nor lasers
No Bill was as earthly a Scot as could be
o shoot, you did it again!
byebyebadman - ah zach conlon/beirut, eh? i think he's about 18 and his album's got a fair amount of promise. just slightly reminiscent of neutral milk hotel, who i really wish would record again.
pint of creme de menthe si vous plais!
frappe?
that young man from beirut may well be the new morrisey, n'est pas? meets kusturica?
wonder if duncan knows the sound.
nice limmericks, you two. :)
talk about cross posting...
bluedaddy
if scrolling back through the infinite I think there was a delicious Ozemandias thread re:
"Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command..."
which bound the taproom in it's meandering manifestations.... and always under the watchful gaze.... into the ruined templar style you see before you....
not walking (legless) alone however....
He's playing some place called the Koko in Camden this month, cannot get a ticket for the life of me.
wasn't ozymandias eyeless in gaza? or am i confused maybe with stout Cortez?
stout...
oh yes pls mimi but not that chilled stuff they always plonk in front of ignorant aussies...
creamy and frothy and tall with a shot of absynthe and sugar on the side...
yes please...
this shankly, for real:
When asked what aspect of the game he disliked most:
'The end of the season.'
night all.
Hi guys ... mind if I join you?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DguFSzrpm1g&mode=related&search=
Marty & Bobby rock.
Travis
interestingly executed essay on a blood-on-the-walls obsession with guns and violence (as a pathway to the resolution of other crimes / issues)...
good basis for rescuing mesopotamia and the euphratian cradle of civilization with all it's treasures and riches from the hands of those barbarians or....
hang on, I might pass on the aquatic simeonic and tapiraceous fare after all and go back to being vegetarian....
A ditty discovered in the Pakalolo Dirge Casket, apparently penned by my great-great-grandfather, Burns Greengrass:
Andy - you wantonly peddling your sporran
in this pseudo Greek shebeen,
Must be the nearest thing to Gomorrah
these tired eyes have ever seen.
Ebren, for instance, has had his pleasure
with Ingrid, amongst the kegs.
But your latest exploits are gauging the measure
of last year's slop-tray dregs.
Your kilt is sadly out of kilter
now Offside isn't here.
Your dram is short of a peaty filter.
Your caber is tossed, I fear.
So find a chart, and leave these parts
tomorrow, early doors.
And sail the seas of broken hearts
to Mediterranean shores.
btw,
shoots Aphrodite (tho it would have to be Eros) and Ares could almost be a webcam on Andrewm and offside no?
A prozzie in a pickle
can call on Travis Bickle
But a Pseud who needs a toot will
Call on TravisBootle
This place needs a quirky resident YTJ
Having laid your burden down, welcome my friend.
And I have to post this one for Marcie and her kind words:
There was a young girl of la Plata
Who was widely renowned as a farter.
Her deafening reports
At the Argentine sports
Made her much in demand as a starter.
* The marble-encased monitor above the bar crackles to life *
STATIC
* An image gradually appears - sundrenched backdrop of rolling hills, cherry trees, hedges - Normandy in full bloom - at a garden table bearing food trays and bottles sits a familiar Pakalolo tavern character - he is not wearing his usual loincloth but jeans and a casual Guitou tee-shirt - His lips are moving but the sound is not getting through - He realises this and fiddles with the remote control for a minute - drops it - shrugs - picks up a tall glass, full of an amber liquid through which tiny bubbles are moving up - raises it to the camera - winks - the image flickers and goes out - replaced by *
STATIC
Oh btw the farty Argie poem wasnt mine but taken from the excellent
http://www.heptune.com/fartpoem.html
Could have sworn that screen over the bar just flickered. I thought I saw a familiar face in unfamiliar garb. Double espresso Ingrid, I'm still dozing.
Marcela - If your still looking for sporting poems, here's another by Banjo Patterson called the Geebung Polo Club:
http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/patersonab/poetry/geebung.html
A short while later:
[andrewm is sitting midst a sea of capacitors, diodes, circuit boards, wires and screws]
[wailing] He was here, I saw him [bawl] Offiiieeeeee!
Normandy?
Andy's on his way to the Med!
offside,
calvados for dos.nice to read from you.
Someone get me an absinthe! I thought I saw the spirit of Offside. I must need help.
God Andrew! You're so fickle! I'll leave you to your transistors.
I'm off for a ride in Travis's cab!
CE, I don't see any comments from me which would lead you to say that. What kind of a best friend are you? I never took this kind of nonsense from miro or offside. Ah, offside ....
On another note, I finally saw the mass defection on the GU blog. But who is this mysterious Travis?
He's MY new bessie mate.. Anyway Zorba said you were mooning after Offie...
Well, you're allowed to choose your own. That's the kind of strange freedom I allow my best friends to have. Offside used to disappear for days without so much as a word, but it was all beer and skittles when he would come back. Ah, offside ....
Travis - god almighty! You've let a Travis in here? I might have to run for cover behind the hopefully lead-screened bar.
I'm here, Andy. Don't listen to that exiled person, you know my feelings.
What's up with that mass defection thing? I seem to have missed a lot in a week. Any link?
come on andrewm, don\'t be shy, hes here now
toffside,
it was a thoughtful and erudite Liverpool blog, enjoy:
http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/sport/2007/06/04/liverpool_v_uefa_whos_to_blame.html
File: don't keep us in suspenders about this comment or make us go trawling through filth. Just copy and paste the details.
Mine's another absinthe, by the way. But only if Offside is pouring. Otherwise I'll have a cup of Earl Grey's finest.
Sorry, Mimi, no absinthe here. I am sipping "liqueur de vieux garçon" (meddley of summer red fruits, half their weight in sugar, topped with eau de vie, left a few months in a jar), after a feast of oysters, prawns, steamed mussels and tourteau crabs.
You'll understand I'm in no state to do any pouring right now.
damn these EU controllers! No absinthe. Offside, can you toast me a crumpet and serve same up with delicious normandy confiture? Perchance? To delight my soul?
I. Can't. Move.
Bloody hell that scran sounds good OiT!
alright so the Arcadian Phlegm is not very popular how about:
Zob Zeus
3 oz Retsina
2 oz Soda water
1 oz Mead
serve with caramelized oranges
Mead sounds good. the monks up in the Black Isle make/brew/distill whatever some damn fine stuff. Perhaps we could import that to the Tavern?
mimi,
sod the mead - bring the monks (Ingrid can't wait).
sod the mead and the monks (!), I\'ll have the black isle
is it in dark seas under a stormy sky?
file: dark skies and stormy days would be a fine catch. Some of us are hurting.
I believe the Black Isle is not only not black, it's not an isle either. Is this true? And if so, can it not be made to re-name itself on the grounds that it misleads the public? Harrumph.
hmmm, mysteriouser and mysteriouser
mimi, I hope for black isles, dark seas and stormy skies for you, we could probably throw in a crow with a broken wing if it helps?
zeph,
one of our research chaps, Maisie Lost, at present preparing a paper on comparative Celtic archeolinguistics, is happy to rush - and gush - to your help.
She informs me that Scandinavian raiders and settlers were by no means uncommon in the Black Isle area, and that their language lacked a word for "black": thus they referred to Africans as "blue men". One of the Danish kings was known as "Blue Tooth".
The Black Isle might well have been an isle when the Scandinavians first crossed the North Sea, and perhaps appeared to them to be blue. Perhaps they were feeling "blue", having left their homeland and their loved ones behind them. Perhaps the keening of the locals reminded them of the "blues", which they might well have heard among the "blue men".
Local legends suggest that some of these Scandinavian visitors were rewarded with black eyes upon arrival; the words for "eye" and "isle" were, at the time, similar
- if not identical - in Scandinavian tongues, and the word for "isle" might well be derived from the word for "eye". This popular etymological explanation
- "Black Eye Land" - whilst by no means lacking a certain charm, should not, however, be regarded as scientifically reliable.
You dig? We do!
Yours in Science,
Piaget Greengrass,
Department of Archeolinguistics,
Svartö
Dear Piaget,
Sounds good to me.
Here are some Blue Eyes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FALutagdHNw
yours,
Zephirine H Drouhin (PhD and bar)
not that i go by the name of piaget... but that was a wondewrful clip, zeph.
:)
Brilliant, aren't they? Try the 'Rolling Rock' clip, the guy plays the guitar with his foot amongst other acrobatics. And there's a bit of biog about them.
I love youtube!
Zeph: you are absolutely right. The Isle is not an island, though under the new rules issued by Alex Salmond, anyone can be an isle if they declare themselves as such on the 20 page Scottish identifying document. It's also not black - in that it is hugely agriculturally rich and therefore its fields tend more to the green, though the underlying soil is dark in colour, and fruitful for the farmers.
Not too impressed by a crow with a broken wing. Might raise a bit of help if it was one of our ravens.
Zeph, the Tielman Bros rock! I checked out some of the other stuff. Did you already know about them or was it a youtube stumble?
BTW This is my brother's band (he's the drummer):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXFeP5kxKEw
bluedad: no disrespect mate to your relly, but, having checked out that link, it just seems a bit sub Steve Albini's Big Black.
Anyone know "You Got it all, Dad! We're gonna hit!"
Sick really in the context of the text, but great music.
Help! I'm a rock.
SATURDAY ONLY
TASTE OF TASMANIA
ENTREE
Tartare Rock Wallaby Tail
Bush Hen's Feet Marinated in Ouzo
Roasted quail with Pepperberry sauce
MAIN
Flying-Fox in Sweet Mango Sauce
Saffron Rice
Steamed Baby Shearwater rolled in cherry butter
Dessert
Chocolate and Lemonberrry Tart with King Island cream
Alcohol
Peppermint Gum Cider
Boags Draught
Cygnet Chardonay
Band
GG and the Beanie-Clad Princess' Steel Drum Bouzouki Calypso Tattoo
Entry meals and drinks on the house - If you can answer this somple children's riddle;
I begin eternity,
And end space,
At the end of time,
And in every place,
Last in life,
Second to death,
Never alone,
Found in your breath,
Contained by earth,
Water or flame,
My grandeur so awesome,
Wind dare not tame,
Not in your mind,
Am in your dreams,
Vacant to Kings,
Present to Queens.
Sorry, Nesta, great menu but it's too late at night here to get my mind round the riddle.... you're going to have to give us half an hour and then tell us the answer!
Bluepapa, I stumbled on the Tielmans, and then felt ashamed I'd never heard of them. I didn't know there was such a thing as Dutch Indonesian-influenced rock, still less that these guys could make Little Richard look tame. The wonders of youtube, eh?
Your bro seems to be coming along all right, but tell him he needs a stand-up bass and some white sneakers!
Oh, I've got Nesta's riddle - it's 'E'.
I'll have a chocolate and lemonberry tart please, and a glass of peppermint gum cider.
Coming right up. Well done. Zeph. You get a front row seat at the steel drum bouzouki tattoo!!
New riddle for next customer.
A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
I'll have mine poached, nesta.
Another winner. Come in enjoy.
Next riddle.
Three lives have I:
Gentle enough to soothe the skin,
Light enough to caress the sky
Hard enough to crack rocks.
Zeph, my bruv is a muso to his very core, been in bands most of his adult life, works in one of the best record shops in the country, must have played hundreds of gigs, attended thousands of other band's gigs, owns thousands of records.
He'd never heard of the Tielman Brothers either.
I'll let you know what he thinks of them as I've tipped him off today.
BD, they're still playing! There's one clip of them looking a bit elderly but doing all the old moves, did you find it? I wonder if there's been a Buena Vista-style rediscovery of them in the last few years..
nesta:
here it quivers
is blood
through the earth it's courses
one arm in the sky and
one in deep flesh it
forces
out through a gash to the sea
the water;
calender of sources
Thanks for the clip, Zeph - couldn't get the sound on this machine, but they looked really good.
High summer here in Sweden - 25 degrees in the shade, 23 in the water.
gg: high summer here in Scotland too. That means the haar's in, the dreischt is dreischting and it's bloody cold, wet and nasty. What a performance from the weather! Too cold to swim in the sea, too wet and nasty to be out on the bike. Grrr.
Sounds like the Scotland I know and love...
Take out your frustration on the single malt, Mimi, and have one for me.
Just to complete the weather report. It is now summer here again. Positively T-shirt weather! Amazing how quickly it changes in these climes. Yesterday I thought we'd never see the sun again. More Pimms than malt, offside!
nesta -
a very tasty menu.
Glad to see you picked up on my latest band - have you spotted us on you-tube? Never thought you'd have the time, fighting off flying foxes and mangoing around with rampant bikinis in the tropical North.
hello...
just cleaning up...
...empty absinthe bottles, broken glasses, tapir bones, an orangutang hide (hmm looks new), words lying everywhere unattended,...
I wonder if this jukebox still works...
how do I get in touch with the pilot we seem to be entering some sort of hyperspace... I wonder if anyone has noticed...
hello...
hello...
tap, tap, tap...
diminishing... tap tap...
you there brad?..
Sad to say, but I'm lurking here in the shadows, doc. with my pen out and the little notebook by my side - oh and a large defensive thing also in case any one tries to snaffle one of my pets for the Taproom stew.
mimi
they should be safe...
still got that bottle of glenfiddich?
I have a couple of fine havana cigars here...
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