Bohemian? Man, what a shambles!

It’s funny how things sync… fingers link…

Merovee The Oscar and James Bond
CLICKY: Bonding?

*Yes, Click. On MEROVEE we do it all the time. The first time, I think, was when Frank made a connection between Bond titles and news headlines… and then we all piled in* 😉

Angels feature in the latest post in the Red Universe

Merovee Blink

Today, Angel A… Angle Cur… agreed to a Turkey… Turn Key… prosecution of a joker call Boehmermann.

Boehmer etymology
CLICKY: Customs? Like free speech?

*Collected and placed with the rest behind a muslin curtain? Possibly…*

*Filmed in Prague… /rueful smile… Never tear who apart, Click? /raises eyebrows*

Extract from ‘A Family History for Ruth and Julia (Gawd ‘Elp Us!)’, a.k.a. ‘The Ma Papers’ by Judith Eileen Newton (formerly Shewan, née Packer)

I think that Dickie may have been too young to remember Gillian, but she was a smashing girl. She was so full of life and mischief and had her fingers in a lot of pies. She was so funny and really used to make me laugh.

Gill was very sporty, playing Table Tennis and Badminton and she loved to dance. She used to go to Victor Sylvester’s in Lewisham on Saturday night.  I was officially too young to go anywhere with her (because I was only fourteen) but with a bit of splosh on my face and a mature air, I managed to get away with it.

The first weekend she took me to Victor Sylvester’s with her friend named Rita Winkle. She insisted it was pronounced Winekel but we called her Winkle anyway. Rita was older and very sophisticated and made up like a model. I really felt like a poor relation, after all they were both at work and I was still at school and a bohemian to boot. All my high ideals about bohemianism were sorely being put to the test.

What was I doing borrowing clothes and makeup, actually going to a dance and pretending that I was eighteen? The biggest problem was that I could not even dance. Oh yes I could shuffle, but this was pre-Beatles days and you either jived or ballroomed. I could do neither.

I remember that first night clearly. It was probably quite shabby but to me it was magical – little tables with lamps and a band, boys in suits… I did not know a boy with a suit.

I will always remember the smell of the ladies’ room, hairspray and perfume, whilst excited girls put on makeup and checked stocking seams, wondering who would ask them to dance with them tonight. It was a situation I had never encountered before and I was excited.

I had lied about my age and said I was eighteen. I was terrified. Gill was popular and seemed to know everyone, Rita was the belle of the ball and I felt like Cinderella.

When two blokes came and sat with us and bought us drinks, I really felt like the odd one out. Gill and Rita seemed so sophisticated and the blokes seemed so old. The evening progressed and I shuffled around with a couple of blokes.

When it was time to go home, the older of the two blokes said he would give us a lift home. Now, to have a car in those days was rare, so Rita’s eyes lit up. I assumed that the boys were taking home Rita and Gill and that I was an also ran. But when we got to Bellingham Lane, the guy stopped the car and told Rita she could walk from there because she lived out of his way. This probably sounds harsh by today’s standards but in those days things were much safer and we were used to walking. If we had not got a lift we would have walked from Lewisham to Bellingham – it’s a long way but we could not afford taxis.

Now I was really scared. Although I knew lots of boys from the youth club, I had never had a boyfriend with a car. They took us home and had coffee and arranged to meet us the next day in Catford to take us to the pictures.

One weekend with Gill and I had pulled. Bohemianism was losing its charm.

*… spare him his life for his pork sausages… doo be doo be doo be doo… Okay, Click, good choice of Song to end on*






18 thoughts on “Bohemian? Man, what a shambles!

  1. Roob,

    That’s a great idea: hold a prom for all the Meroveeps who have graduated from The Program. Nobody ever graduates from The Program and there are no dates, but nonetheless hold a prom and everyone has to bring a date.

    You are right to suggest that the dates should be as follows: You bring Steve, Anon brings Dick, Hugo brings you and Anon (because Hugo needs two dates, one for him and one for his reflection), Dick brings Hugo, Gene/Isis brings Osiris, Osiris brings MJ, Frank brings somebody who likes booty sex, Trinity brings somebody who won’t leave her for a change, TTN brings Elena, Billy brings his wife (if she’ll let him), Clicky brings himself as a wallflower (or maybe Clicky gets up the courage to ask you to be his date), Ken brings Faith, Faith brings the monitors who will make sure there’s no sex, drugs, alcohol or cavorting with the devil, and I bring the drugs, the alcohol, the devil and an Egyptian sex goddess I picked up on an internet dating website. I’ll also bring silverware, plates, and the holy grail.

    You are right that it might be difficult to get everyone to come to the prom because half of the non-graduates exist in the England simulation and half of the non-graduates exist in the United States simulation, but you are also right that it is not difficult for anyone to purchase an “airplane” ticket and then sit in a fiberglass tube with wings for a few hours while the “pilots” change the simulation. If there are non-graduates who genuinely cannot afford the cost of getting themselves to the prom, then their travel expenses will be covered by The Mountain, which funds my work (including proms).

    Really, I’m glad you thought of this, Roob. I’m also glad that you are going to tell everyone about it, and that you are going to insist that everyone comes to the prom, and that you are otherwise going to pimp the prom and make it happen. If I were to have an idea, everyone would ignore it, and if I were to tell everyone to come to the prom, they would do the opposite, so it really is a good that this is your idea, and not mine.

    Siriusly, pick a time and space (even though there is no such thing). Get everyone to RSVP, with no cancellations allowed. Get that group of people into one prom (or room), and amazing things will happen. With all of the Meroveeps celebrating together at the same prom (morp), our world will transform and the Meroveeps will become the VIP gods that they are. Or, at least, something strange will happen.

    Merovingian Prom

    Boys and androgyns have to wear ties (or at least learn how to wear a tie)

    Merovingian Prom

    Prom by Roob (see :27 point)

    Someone should invite her as well:

    Welcome to The Prom

    P.S. This not a joke. The Meroveeps need to get together for a night. Think of the possibilities.

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    1. Welcome to the LoL, Vik

      25th May is my birthday 😉 and you can get to Mount from ‘Prom‘…

      Dunno… *what do you think, Click*

      Vik, we’ll sleep on it.


      1. Scene: Penny’s apartment.

        Sheldon: (Knock, knock, knock) Penny? (Knock, knock, knock) Penny? (Knock, knock, knock) Penny? (Knock, knock, knock) Penny? (Knock, knock, knock) Penny?

        Penny: You knocked more than usual.

        Sheldon: Next time I might be in a rush, it’s good to have a few in the bank.

        Penny: Okay, what’s up?

        Sheldon: I’d like to discuss this party that Amy and Bernadette are throwing. Since you and I are both reluctant to go, I think I’ve come up with a perfect way for us to enjoy it.

        Penny: Great, how?

        Sheldon: We pretend we’re aliens. I’m not the best at reading facial cues, but I’m gonna say that you love it and want to hear more. Now, in the beloved novel Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, an alien named Ford Prefect pretended to be human in order to blend in so that he could write an entry about Earth for The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which is a travel book within the actual book, which is also called The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

        Penny: Okay, just one question. What?

        Sheldon: My point is, pretending to be an alien is a valuable coping mechanism I’ve used many times. I did it the first time I went to see you in a play. You had no idea Commander Umfrumf of Ceti Alpha Three was in the audience. Oh, don’t worry, he gave you seven thumbs up.

        Penny: Here’s a question, as an alien pretending to be human, are you planning to engage in any post-prom mating rituals with Amy?

        Sheldon: There are post-prom mating rituals?

        Penny: Not always. Unless your date drives a van with an air mattress, then always.

        Sheldon: Well, if it’s part of the prom experience, then I’m open to it.

        Penny: You’re kidding.

        Sheldon: I may be an alien, but I have urges. If Amy wants to copulate by firing her eggs into space, well, then, I will happily catch them with the reproductive sac on my upper flermin. I’m not the best at reading facial cues, but I can see that you’re a little turned on.

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          1. Columbia picture? Saw a reference to Columbia River last night, Hugo. Nuclear, might interest you…

            ‘In March, the US Department of Energy began pumping what was left in the storage tank, which originally held some 800,000 gallons of waste. However, after leak detector alarms sounded early Sunday morning, crews at Hanford lowered a camera into the two-foot-wide space between the tank’s inner and outer walls. They discovered 8.4 inches of radioactive and chemically toxic waste has seeped into the annulus.’

            annulus (n.)
            1560s, medical, from misspelling of Latin anulus “little ring, finger ring,” a diminutive of anus (see anus).


            1. Roob, I was talking to you last night, about going through the wormhole, and about the dust. We’re breathing in the chemicals. We’re radioactive.

              We breathe IT in when Gravity takes ova.

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      1. Howdy. Not yet. Few more things to wrap up before escape. I did finish my thread over at whatchacallit forums today. Not that it really mattered. Guess ‘ll go ahead and say adios here as well. Adios.

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        1. I’m in the midst of writing a post right now, Apollo Chicken. I look forward to catching up with that in a while.

          *Okay sod it, Click, we’ll finish the post in the morning. Let’s go over there now.*

          Cade, good traveling. We’ll always be pleased to welcome you here at the LoL. Watch out for blisters 😉


  2. LOL’Ss I wanna go to the prom meetup, yeahhh. Roob – I am liking the family history ‘Elp us! stories a lot. Cade – What’s HaPpening? – I am (23) , niCe to meet You all.

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    1. Thank you, 23. Unfortunately Mum didn’t get to finish her book before she died. But I do still have a few of her remembrances to tell 😉


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