tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post260720695734144342..comments2023-07-09T06:24:15.555-04:00Comments on Peevish: Friends and laughterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post-80460369841905901472009-12-02T09:43:02.174-05:002009-12-02T09:43:02.174-05:00I've always measured myself by my intelligence...I've always measured myself by my intelligence as well and it's always been problematic because others <i>in the real world</i> seem all too ready to dismiss my offerings at the altar of Gnostica.<br /><br />Things could be worse so I don't want to sound ungrateful and I do enjoy making merriment...perhaps someday they'll realise that it takes a bit of doing to keep all of these largely superfluous/vapid reference points on hand?<br />Whatev? <br /><br />This is precisely why I find Blogging to be a safe haven in the stormy sea of self defeatism. <br /><br />Now that I've lived inside this shell for over half a Century I have grown far less concerned aboot what others think. <br /><br />I apologise for "oversharing" but the tone of your post seemed to warrant an honest response.<br /><br />Let us keep this our little secret and I'll try to make you laugh next time Okay?Romeo Morningwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10826410608415260786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post-77150477458111646392009-11-20T18:17:34.953-05:002009-11-20T18:17:34.953-05:00no! I'm only of Welsh ancestry. Say brit all...no! I'm only of Welsh ancestry. Say brit all you like!Peevish McSnarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17001100371115771960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post-25489804003938287442009-11-20T13:19:45.246-05:002009-11-20T13:19:45.246-05:00Are you the Welsh person who went mad over me usin...Are you the Welsh person who went mad over me using the word BRITS too many times?The Mistresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07109289531733623207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post-7167785967689998592009-11-18T14:41:32.550-05:002009-11-18T14:41:32.550-05:00I may be able to help you there....I may be able to help you there....Barlinniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07555629852012324360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post-20213172501288077122009-11-15T17:53:36.342-05:002009-11-15T17:53:36.342-05:00Insert yon foot, Jimmy. It just so happens that I...Insert yon foot, Jimmy. It just so happens that I *am* part Scottish, Garfy (but mostly Welshish with a dash of English for good measure and a large slice of Italian for spice). I've got no Irish, though.Peevish McSnarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17001100371115771960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post-29609431362908964532009-11-15T04:43:22.028-05:002009-11-15T04:43:22.028-05:00Excuse me while I just lean across and put my foot...Excuse me while I just lean across and put my foot in the arse of your friend and mine in the corner over there. He recites good poetry, but his Scottish / Irish remark has left me deeply traumatised and somewhat tearful.<br /><br />In fact... I nearly let a tear fall into my morning gless of brandy with the shock of it all.Barlinniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07555629852012324360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9741984.post-65243413137438255612009-11-14T19:58:53.254-05:002009-11-14T19:58:53.254-05:00Chin up.
You're half Welshish, so it's un...Chin up.<br /><br />You're half Welshish, so it's understandable. Look on on the bright side, you could be Scottish or Irish.<br /><br />Here's a Dylan (not Bob): <br /><br />The force that through the green fuse drives the flower<br />Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees<br />Is my destroyer.<br />And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose<br />My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.<br /><br />The force that drives the water through the rocks<br />Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams<br />Turns mine to wax.<br />And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins<br />How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.<br /><br />The hand that whirls the water in the pool<br />Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind<br />Hauls my shroud sail.<br />And I am dumb to tell the hanging man<br />How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.<br /><br />The lips of time leech to the fountain head;<br />Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood<br />Shall calm her sores.<br />And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind<br />How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.<br /><br />And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb<br />How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.garferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11886540088842849166noreply@blogger.com