Sync and Swim…

*Bloody ‘ell, Clicky. That’s a blast from the past…*

We learnt on Friday, Dear Reader, that the actor Albert Finney had died, at the ripe old age of 82…

… As far as I know, Albert Finney was a kindly man: he sent an exquisite flower arrangement and warm words to my parent’s home in 1993 when my dad, Bob, died. Although he only knew the actor through the service he’d provided him – chauffeur driven cars – Bob and Finney had apparently struck up a warm, working relationship. Dad never mentioned this to us though, so when the illustrious Finney’s flowers arrived two days before the funeral, it came as a pleasant shock during a time of deep grief…

Roob tells Cade about Finney

*/lights up… Okay, Clicky, I see your ‘Ocean’ connection there… /drags... But the Billy Ocean Song was from ‘Jewel of the Nile’, not romancing El Corazón… /streams smoke… And Albert Finney appeared in neither flick, Click… *

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*Oceans are full of ‘finney’ creatures… /rolls eyes… Trust a fuckin’ dolphin to spot that… /drags…*

*I can’t believe I sat through over two hours of that movie for less than a minute of Albert Finney… /blows smoke rings… playing Mrs Michael Douglas’ father… /flicks ash…*

*Whoa, that’s deep, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

Click in time

*Haha… /pats snout… Get a Song…*

Time Lard of the Smoke Rings…

This shamble, Dear Reader, starts on Friday evening with the decision taken, with my good friend Cade, to remote view ‘Lord of the Rings’ together…

*Yes… /lights up… the extended versions, Clicky… /drags… two down, one to go…*

… and a separate Twitter convo – also with Cade – that was started by Legs…

Legs Cade and Roob Friday Convo 1

*/streams smoke… You couldn’t resist, could you, Clicky? …/wipes lips… You know Hugo has a preference for lollipops over jelly babies…*

… ‘Twas Cade that mentioned ‘lard’…

Legs Cade and Roob Friday Convo 1

*/puffs contentedly…*

‘In an unusual warning, doctors have reported the case of a man who injected cocaine into his urethra to heighten sexual pleasure and then, through ”extravagant complications,” suffered gangrene that led to the loss of both legs, nine fingers and his penis.

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*I know! …/plays with lighter… Hugo brought the Max Headroom Doctor Who incident to my attention ages ago…*

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*/flicks ash… One of Cade’s earlier blog efforts, Clicky… /drags… *

… Then on Saturday morning, Dear Reader, I read a hilarious post about a ‘slush pile’…

Cade and Roob Saturday Convo 1

*/blows smoke ring… I wonder if he read it yet? …/blows smoke ring… Weird, the meaning behind ‘slush fund’, Clicky… /blows smoke ring… It’s all very porky… /licks lips…*

… And that might of been that for rendered fat and ships syncs, you might think, Dear Reader, except for my Twitter feed this afternoon…

*And the other one, Clicky…*

*/laughs like a drain and stubs butt…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉

Chinese Whispers

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*Adora Belle Dearheart from the last post, Clicky… /lights up… I really did enjoy remote viewing ‘Going Postal’ with Cade this week… /drags…*

‘As is obvious from Moist’s nickname for her, “Spike”, she isn’t that adorable, nor is she a ‘dearheart’.’

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*/winces… Okay, okay I’ll get on with it. Sheesh…*

Not sure if you’re aware, Dear Reader, but on the 4th of February, in a couple of days time, the Chinese Year of the (Earth) Dog comes to an end…

… And the Year of the (Earth) Pig begins the very next day…

*Indeed, the female, Earth pig, Clicky… /smokes… Pug to pig, nicely done. A game! My turn… /pats snout…*

‘According to the Chinese Horoscope theory, Female Earth is connected to the farmland. Pig mainly contains Male Water with Male Wood. Male Water is river and Male Wood is tall tree or wooden boat. The sign of 2019 Female Earth Pig year is a river flows over the farmland. It might cause flooding.’

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*/flicks ash… Aha! That’s 2-2… /sucks teeth… Well Lashy does say the Aeon Sophia has a wicked sense of humour… /final drag… *

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*Underdog Anthology VIII: Mo’ Biomass Strip will be out in the spring, Clicky… /stubs butt… I suppose I could write a story about a diamond pig…*

*/gulps… Yikes!*

Enjoy the Chinese New Year festivities this weekend, Dear Reader… And have a Song ❤

*You win, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

 

 

Jamble Shamble

*Oh good choice, Clicky… /lights up… I love that Song…*

Shiny is back in his Lab, Dear Reader, with an epic new post…

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*I get it. And ‘maica’ would be? …/drags… Make up and makeover, Clicky? …/blows smoke ring… Interesting… /flicks ash…*

*I gno! I only mentioned Clacks to Cade a week ago… /smokes… An’ then Shiny sends ’em to me by comet…/grins…*

… And he got me thinking about Adora Belle Dearheart, the feistiest smoker on Discworld…

*/splutters… No smoking around books? …/smirks… Knot at the LoL…*

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*/pats snout… Get a Song, Clicky… /stubs butt… I think I’ve found some remote viewing for Cade and I tonight…*

Apols!, Dear Reader, must dash… Have a Song…

*/Lols…*

Shh! Words To A Void

*/flicks lighter…*

*/lights up…*

*/drags…*

*/streams smoke…*

*/coughs…*

*/spits…*

*/smokes…*

*/taps ash…*

*/stubs butt…*

 

Adventures in Proof Reading…

I’m spending the day proofreading, Dear Reader. A final read through of Leggy’s novel, ‘Norman’s House’, intended for release next month…

garyk30 calcs on a fagbox

*Aw fanks Clicky… /slides out cigarette… You put Garyk30’s comment on the box? …/flicks lighter… Fink it’s meant to go on the back, luv… /drags… Still it looks miles better than before… /plumes smoke…*

… And I experienced a sync earlier when I stopped to make myself a sammich because I was feeling a bit peckish. Ham, pickled onions and mayo if you must know…

*Royalty? …/squints… Castles…*

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*/drags… Play the Song, Clicky… /blows smoke rings…*

‘He forgot all about Mandy and Norman as he stared at the expanse of grass. The sun had set behind the surrounding buildings, but there was still enough light to see the garden. All of the grass had been cut, and raked into neat piles. A faint promise of new green showed through the yellow stalks. The patches of shrubbery were still wild, although even they seemed more controlled than they had on his last visit.’

Norman’s House by H.K. Hillman – to be published February 2019

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*/flicks ash… I’d been looking up furty one after seeing GaryK30’s calculation, Clicky… /deep drag… Come to fink of it… /holds smoke… Phenex was in ‘Jessica’s Trap’… /streams smoke… A fantastic read…*

… Royal castles, whispering grass and a rough calculation came together to sync with a gardener in a novel that I’m currently proof reading…

The Thirty-first Spirit is Foras. He is a Mighty President, and appeareth in the Form of a Strong Man in Human Shape. He can give the understanding to Men how they may know the Virtues of all Herbs and Precious Stones. He teacheth the Arts of Logic and Ethics in all their parts. If desired he maketh men invisible, and to live long, and to be eloquent. He can discover Treasures and recover things Lost. He ruleth over 29 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, which wear thou, etc.’

— S. L. MacGregor Mathers (1904)

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*/stubs butt… Coming soon, Clicky. Ooh… /rubs gut… Get a Song, I’m gonna… /farts loudly… That’ll be the pickled onions working…*

Enjoy your weekend, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉

Noes Knows…

LAST TIME

*Thanks Clicky… /pats snout… That post featured a Brexit-hear… /makes rollie…*

‘A wire as marking the finish line of a racecourse is attested from 1883.’

Yesterday, MPs voted on PM Jackboots’ DisMay Deal for leaving the EU, Dear Reader. It did not go so well for the poor mare…

*/flicks lighter… Didn’t pass the ‘smell test’, Clicky… /lights up… She dressed it up to look like Brexit… /drags…  fooled the ayes, butt knot the noes… /streams smoke… Proper rotten it was…*

… I posted not-eyes of the result in the Red universe of MEROVEE. Cue Selfie…

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The Prime Minister had better luck this evening, however, when the LOTO’s tabled ‘Motion of No Confidence’, following last night’s historic defeat, was beaten. Again by the noes. A short one; only nineteen votes this time…

*Gove triggered? …/smokes… MPs shouting ’til they’re hoarse…*

*Seabiscuit! …/final drag… Couldn’t find the scene from the movie, Clicky? …/stubs butt…*

In Reel Life: After losing the 1937 Santa Anita Handicap by a nose, Pollard tells Howard and Smith that he lost because he didn’t see Rosemont, the winner, coming up on him. He confesses that he’s blind in his right eye.

In Real Life: Pollard never told Smith and Howard that he was half-blind. His excuse for losing that race was that he had been stuck on the rail, which was slow, and was unable to get to the outside. “Had he let on that he was blind in one eye, his career would have been over,” writes Hillenbrand. “Howard accepted Pollard’s explanation without criticism. Neither he nor Smith blamed him.”

It’s sad to say, but both the Government and Opposition have proven themselves to be utter shite at implementing the result of the Independence Referendum. But what to do, Dear Reader?

*Mrs Reign, eh? …/chortles…*

Have a Song 😉