https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDQANmQO2g0

Yeah right. If there are, they are too busy holding up their drunken boyfriends to risk using even one finger on a keyboard. LOL.

Best Birthday ever was my 50th. Rocked out, singing and playing with a band in my local. I'm now 67 years old and still kicking as* four beats to the bar. After two near fatal heart attacks in May of 2009 my cardiologist would have a fit if he saw me on a podium now. Sod that dieing peacefully in your sleep malarkey. I want to go out with a guitar in my hands.

My Kaftan is at the cleaners so I have to mix with rock 'n' rollers for a while. Same s*it, different terminology. LOL.

Originally from England. Lived in Belgium since 1994.

Love it.

Age may well be just a number but it has a nasty habit of getting bigger every year. :)

Then the women have to type slowly.

A man might be very happy with that. LOL.

It ain't speed that kills. It's the sudden stop.

The secret to understanding women is to get them to speak slowly. LOL.

This guy does. And I'm short. But don't live alone. I have a crazy terrier that will eat me when I die. That way I can die useful. She's a street dog so she'll eat anything. LOL.

Doesn't get much more social than a bunch of hippies passing round a joint and reminiscing over the Grateful Dead gigs and Woodstock Festival. LOL.

You can always tell a true Brit. Nobody has a sense of humour like we do. I've lived in Belgium for 22 years. How much more humour can I take?

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From a book of poetry and anecdotes I wrote to commemorate the Ioo years of conflict from 1914 to 2014
The book was titled 'Century of Sentiment' and not all the poems showed the horror that the military went through. The following poem is dedicated to those who lost someone in action.






Regret To Inform You

She sat alone at the kitchen table, her shift at the factory done.
The shadows cast by the candle light hid the tear tracks that had run
in the hours since the soldier had placed the envelope in her hand.
The brown envelope lay unopened wet from the falling tears
for she new the words that lay within would confirm the news she feared,
from the day she watched him march away with the men behind the band

“Don't worry, Love he'd told her,” “we'll be back by Christmas time.” At least that's what the Generals said, as they sent men into the line. Never knowing the carnage ahead would lay waste to their best laid plans
The news reports and photos, well, they told a much different tale. They showed young men's frightened faces so gaunt and pale. Stories of heroism, bravery under fie, men slaughtered in no man's land.

Yes, she'd received many postcards, he sent from the Western front. Telling how much he missed her and how much he loved his son. Now, that son had lost a father and a loving wife had lost her man.
In the fading, flickering candlelight, she wondered how she'd tell the boy, that Daddy wasn't coming home, wouldn't be bringing him a toy. And nothing to tell her how he died, in that cold, brief telegram.
Simply,,,,, We regret to inform you..............................

The Mouse and the Elephant


Mouse said to the Elephant,
My dear I love you so.
Let's elope and get married
without letting anyone know.

Well, Elephant she took her time
Indeed time was required
while she thought and thought and finally
to the little Mouse she replied.

There is no other in my life
that I would rather wed
but what happens on the honeymoon
if we can't find a big enough bed

No problem there said little Mouse
we'll sleep beneath the stars
because if we sleep upon bare boards
you'll get splinters in your a*se

So in a jungle clearing
they were wed by a one eyed bat
but that night entwined in 69
Elephant squashed the little Mouse flat.

Bass guitar. 6 and 12 string accoustic guitars. Keyboards. Harmonica. Drums. Vocals. Not necessarily in that order. :)

Not that I really need one – my old mobile phone still works – but I thought I might treat myself to one that looks a bit prettier or maybe has a longer battery run before needing to be charged. But when all you want to do is use it to make and receive calls, all the other s**t that comes with them can be a nightmare. Especially if you're not a tech freak. I mean, first it was smoke signals and a flaggy thing called semaphore. Then someone invented postage stamps so you could write to people and if you were lucky, they'd write back. Nice. Genteel. Civilised. And then the telephone appeared. Seemed simple enough. What would Alexander Graham Bell think, if he was alive today?



Choices, choices


I only went in really just to check out the selection.
Spotty faced little salesman brought out hundreds for inspection
Sony Ericson and Vodaphone, Samsung and Nokia.
L.G. and Blackberry and some from Motorola.
Slide tops, flip tops, different coloured cases.
You could even change their languages to suit the varied races.

A few were even waterproof, in case you dropped 'em while out sailing.
And you can connect to the internet to do all your e-mailing.
It was explained, not without pain, about all the applications.
You can take photos and videos and record conversations.
Big screens, small screens, touch screens in high definition.
I'm not too sure but I think I saw, one that carried ammunition.
.
I-phones, Smart phones, phones that boot up your computer.
Before he finished, how I wished, I was carrying a shooter
Half way through the special deals he was getting on my t*ts
So I grabbed him by his collar, and I kneed him in his bits.
Staring him right in the eye I said, "Now look 'ere son.
I only want to make phone calls, so trot out your cheapest one."

Hmmmm. Don't know why this posted in stereo.