So when's your birthday and will there be a party and will she be invited (i.e. your ex) and will there be any drinks that don't make all your teeth fall out?
26 Dec and I don't know if she'll be invited. She keeps calling me to help, you know, flat tire, any kind of car trouble, I don't mind. The drinks will be clear liquor. Dark liquor fucks everyone up.
In the East End of London, pie mash and green liquor is a traditional Cockney meal consisting of a savoury meat pie, a great wadge of mashed potato, and a bright green parsley sauce known simply as liquor. Dick Van Dyke ate plates and plates of the stuff to further his method acting for the part of Bert the Chimney Sweep in the 1964 film Mary Poppins. I don’t know what the green liquor tastes like but on the occasions that I’ve come close to it, it has always looked like something that might have oozed out of our sick cat.
Stayed up too late last night listening to the Steelers v Ravens, woke up to a headache and a backache, didn't take any meds because didn't want to be loopy at work. Couldn't sleep so went in early and came home early, just a reguarl 8 hour-ish shift today. In the past I took tylenol with vodka, but I'm trying to be a good boy and medicate only with prescribed medication. Julie Andrews , yeah, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
I’ve been to Baltimore. I’ve been to a few places round the world that were a bit dodgy but Baltimore was the only place where I thought I might be murdered, or die from one of the many other things that are available there. In the most delightful way!
In the most delightful way . . . stop it, you almost made me spit out my drink. The Baltimore Ravens were originally the Baltimore Colts, Baltimore being the home of Pimlico where the Preakness Stakes is run, then, undercover of night, the team moved their shit, left town, then, when the NFL had an expansion year Baltimore got a new team, the Ravens, because Edgar Allan Poe wrote The Raven and lived in Baltimore. Yeah, no way I'd live in Baltimore and that's saying something since I live in a city that has the highest rate of "justifiable homicides." I guess FL has gone all TX: why'd you kill him? Well, your honor, he needed killin'.
Baltimore and Pimlico are both the names of places in Ireland. Baltimore’s a village in Cork and Pimlico’s an inner city district of Dublin. It’s tucked in between the Guinness Storehouse and the Teeling Whiskey Distillery. London has a Pimlico too but it’s also named after ours.
I can’t get my head round the concept of a justifiable homicide. It was bad enough discovering that the police wouldn’t let the fire brigade put out the fires when some dear old crime-infested pubs in Leeds caught fire.
It's a stand-your-ground thing: you or your property were threatened, kill the fucker. In FL we're allowed to run over protestors blocking the streets. Protest all you want, but don't interrupt the flow of my day. Your rights end where my nose begins.
You forgot to associate. Always remember to associate. Even when you're tired. I'm tired of being diagnoses. You have PTSD. You have TBI. You have PCS. Professionals diagnose all the time. They fuck you on the remedy. Keep associating.
Damn near took an act of congress but finally got the medication requirement off my VA disability. I don't have to take meds to qualify for disability payment. I can take em or leave em. But I ain't a leech who lives off taxpayers. Work 50 + hrs a week. It just means I have physical issues that deem me less than "able-bodied" - fuck em. There's nothing my body ain't able to do. I'm able-bodied enough to not let pain keep me from earning my pay.
The other night I was over at the gypsy neighbours' house listening to their stuff on scratchy old vinyl. With a splash of homemade rakia it warms the soul these icy nights. It's a shame it's too ethnic for the world wide web to take an interest. I need a cassette recorder.
I prefer buttons to zippers. I gotta radio/cassette/cd player and a stand alone turn table for the vinyl. Weirdest drink I ever had was called pussy fussy because it was made with ginger beer and poiseuille fouselle, ice cold.
The weirdest drink I ever had was a cup of tea one of my elderly lady clients once gave me. It was about 60% Sainsbury's own-brand whiskey. The tea was rough and the whiskey was rough but together they cancelled each other's roughness out. The woman herself wasn't rough at all. She was really posh.
Posh, like she keeps her nails manicured and doesn't show her face in public without makeup, that's posh to me. Roughest tea I ever drank was Earl Grey without sugar. I'm a sweet ice tea man myself.
I opened the door for this woman in a sharp business suit, not dress pants, real formal and fitted skirt and jacket, heels, the whole works, and she gave me this look like You better open the door for me, poor working class man. Jolly hockey sticks?
Jolly hockey sticks isn't easy to explain so I Googled it and got this... in imitations of speech associated with a type of upper-class English schoolgirl it's used to express boisterous enthusiasm or excitement.
I doubt if you know of singer-songwriter Billy Bragg over there but he writes some great lyrics. In his football innuendo-based song called The Boy Done Good, he sings…
Now I feel like I've won the cup every time that we
Make love
Forty-five minutes each way, at halftime I hear a brass
Band play
The boy Bragg's been around over forty years. His music was raw and exciting when he first started out but he's mellowed a bit since. Probably the last and longest running of England's protest singers. I've met him a few times before and after his gigs. He's an erudite and interesting man to talk to and likes a pint.
I'm thawing out from work. Had to layer up, thermal shirt, sweater, flannel shirt and below underwear, long underwear waterproof and insulated trousers, compression socks and steel-toed boots, gloves, balaclava, whew, anyway, I'll to anyone about anything, erudition notwithstanding, but there must be a pint involved.
Sorry to hear of your chilliness. I'm not suffering at all, and that's because it's so bloody cold outside I haven't dared to venture beyond the door. It's snowed non-stop for the last thirty-six hours. It'll stop during the night but our road will blocked or thick with ice for a couple of days beyond that. On days like this it's good to be an old age pensioner with no responsibilities beyond the living room.
Supposed to get up to the upper 60s Wed, but the operative word is "supposed." Took all my strength to get out of bed this morning. Something fundamentally wrong about being up and out before the sun especially in this kind of weather. It'd be different if I only had to endure it until I got inside a heated office and it's something else when you know you're gonna be outside in it for 10 hours.
LOVE YOU DOUBLE EVERY DAY
obsession
doctor dude
doodee
a beer
today is exactly 25 years since my last drink
26
STUPID GAME
SORRY.
WASTE OF TIME
disgruntlement
It's not so much a game as a catalyst for conversation so, in my opinion, not stupid at all.
Turlough
shit sandwich
This ain't stupid. It does seem to be a boys club. . . . not complaining
green snot pie
The more the merrier!
Word associators of the world, where are you?
Turlough
mucus
I went to a birthday party yesterday and a few green jello shots.
exudate
I often wonder what the main ingredient of a green jello shot might be. Are they suitable for vegetarians?
Turlough
fluidity
No, it has gelatin. But it was the girl's birthday and I wasn't gonna refuse shots on her birthday.
turbidity
Apparently it was Greta Thunberg's birthday yesterday. Was it her party you were at?
Turlough
Hazy shade of Winter
You always make me laugh. It was an ex's birthday. And you couldn't pay me to party with Greta.
Summer in the City
So when's your birthday and will there be a party and will she be invited (i.e. your ex) and will there be any drinks that don't make all your teeth fall out?
Turlough
Hot Town
26 Dec and I don't know if she'll be invited. She keeps calling me to help, you know, flat tire, any kind of car trouble, I don't mind. The drinks will be clear liquor. Dark liquor fucks everyone up.
Ipswich
In the East End of London, pie mash and green liquor is a traditional Cockney meal consisting of a savoury meat pie, a great wadge of mashed potato, and a bright green parsley sauce known simply as liquor. Dick Van Dyke ate plates and plates of the stuff to further his method acting for the part of Bert the Chimney Sweep in the 1964 film Mary Poppins. I don’t know what the green liquor tastes like but on the occasions that I’ve come close to it, it has always looked like something that might have oozed out of our sick cat.
Turlough
soccer
Stayed up too late last night listening to the Steelers v Ravens, woke up to a headache and a backache, didn't take any meds because didn't want to be loopy at work. Couldn't sleep so went in early and came home early, just a reguarl 8 hour-ish shift today. In the past I took tylenol with vodka, but I'm trying to be a good boy and medicate only with prescribed medication. Julie Andrews , yeah, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
Association Football
I’ve been to Baltimore. I’ve been to a few places round the world that were a bit dodgy but Baltimore was the only place where I thought I might be murdered, or die from one of the many other things that are available there. In the most delightful way!
Turlough
yellow card
In the most delightful way . . . stop it, you almost made me spit out my drink. The Baltimore Ravens were originally the Baltimore Colts, Baltimore being the home of Pimlico where the Preakness Stakes is run, then, undercover of night, the team moved their shit, left town, then, when the NFL had an expansion year Baltimore got a new team, the Ravens, because Edgar Allan Poe wrote The Raven and lived in Baltimore. Yeah, no way I'd live in Baltimore and that's saying something since I live in a city that has the highest rate of "justifiable homicides." I guess FL has gone all TX: why'd you kill him? Well, your honor, he needed killin'.
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Baltimore and Pimlico are both the names of places in Ireland. Baltimore’s a village in Cork and Pimlico’s an inner city district of Dublin. It’s tucked in between the Guinness Storehouse and the Teeling Whiskey Distillery. London has a Pimlico too but it’s also named after ours.
I can’t get my head round the concept of a justifiable homicide. It was bad enough discovering that the police wouldn’t let the fire brigade put out the fires when some dear old crime-infested pubs in Leeds caught fire.
Umm diddle iddle iddle um diddle aye
Turlough
doremifaso
It's a stand-your-ground thing: you or your property were threatened, kill the fucker. In FL we're allowed to run over protestors blocking the streets. Protest all you want, but don't interrupt the flow of my day. Your rights end where my nose begins.
supercalifragilisticexpialidociously
repitition
I'll be gone for a while. My headaches ache too much. Other ABCtalers will have to keep this up.
Righto! I hope you're feeling better soon.
Turlough
You forgot to associate. Always remember to associate. Even when you're tired. I'm tired of being diagnoses. You have PTSD. You have TBI. You have PCS. Professionals diagnose all the time. They fuck you on the remedy. Keep associating.
clarity
Damn near took an act of congress but finally got the medication requirement off my VA disability. I don't have to take meds to qualify for disability payment. I can take em or leave em. But I ain't a leech who lives off taxpayers. Work 50 + hrs a week. It just means I have physical issues that deem me less than "able-bodied" - fuck em. There's nothing my body ain't able to do. I'm able-bodied enough to not let pain keep me from earning my pay.
charity
Turlough
mercy
Welcome back, buddy
Mercy Mercy Me
Turlough
mersey beat
Been listening to more Rubber Soul over Revolver and, a propos of nothing, just wrote my rent check... fuck!
Scousers
The other night I was over at the gypsy neighbours' house listening to their stuff on scratchy old vinyl. With a splash of homemade rakia it warms the soul these icy nights. It's a shame it's too ethnic for the world wide web to take an interest. I need a cassette recorder.
Turlough
Trousers
I prefer buttons to zippers. I gotta radio/cassette/cd player and a stand alone turn table for the vinyl. Weirdest drink I ever had was called pussy fussy because it was made with ginger beer and poiseuille fouselle, ice cold.
browsers
The weirdest drink I ever had was a cup of tea one of my elderly lady clients once gave me. It was about 60% Sainsbury's own-brand whiskey. The tea was rough and the whiskey was rough but together they cancelled each other's roughness out. The woman herself wasn't rough at all. She was really posh.
Turlough
window shoppers
Posh, like she keeps her nails manicured and doesn't show her face in public without makeup, that's posh to me. Roughest tea I ever drank was Earl Grey without sugar. I'm a sweet ice tea man myself.
party poppers
She was the educated at an English private girls' school sort of posh. A jolly hockey sticks and polo ponies type of woman.
Turlough
Confetti
I opened the door for this woman in a sharp business suit, not dress pants, real formal and fitted skirt and jacket, heels, the whole works, and she gave me this look like You better open the door for me, poor working class man. Jolly hockey sticks?
Eleanor Rigby
Jolly hockey sticks isn't easy to explain so I Googled it and got this... in imitations of speech associated with a type of upper-class English schoolgirl it's used to express boisterous enthusiasm or excitement.
Turlough
Headstone
I'm gonna say it the next time I'm boisterous or enthusiastic or excited. I'm getting laid . . . oh jolly hockey sticks!
Stone Age
Yes! Do that! It'll change your life forever.
I doubt if you know of singer-songwriter Billy Bragg over there but he writes some great lyrics. In his football innuendo-based song called The Boy Done Good, he sings…
Now I feel like I've won the cup every time that we
Make love
Forty-five minutes each way, at halftime I hear a brass
Band play
Turlough
Neandrathal
Not familiar with the man but somehow he reminds me of Warren Zevon, he-of-Werewolves-of-London fame.
skull
The boy Bragg's been around over forty years. His music was raw and exciting when he first started out but he's mellowed a bit since. Probably the last and longest running of England's protest singers. I've met him a few times before and after his gigs. He's an erudite and interesting man to talk to and likes a pint.
Turlough
noggin
I'm thawing out from work. Had to layer up, thermal shirt, sweater, flannel shirt and below underwear, long underwear waterproof and insulated trousers, compression socks and steel-toed boots, gloves, balaclava, whew, anyway, I'll to anyone about anything, erudition notwithstanding, but there must be a pint involved.
egg nog
Sorry to hear of your chilliness. I'm not suffering at all, and that's because it's so bloody cold outside I haven't dared to venture beyond the door. It's snowed non-stop for the last thirty-six hours. It'll stop during the night but our road will blocked or thick with ice for a couple of days beyond that. On days like this it's good to be an old age pensioner with no responsibilities beyond the living room.
Turlough
Southern Comfort
Supposed to get up to the upper 60s Wed, but the operative word is "supposed." Took all my strength to get out of bed this morning. Something fundamentally wrong about being up and out before the sun especially in this kind of weather. It'd be different if I only had to endure it until I got inside a heated office and it's something else when you know you're gonna be outside in it for 10 hours.
northern grit
I feel for you. Work is the curse of the drinking class, as Oscar Wilde apparently said.
Turlough
breakfast grits
He would know. I like what Hemingway advised about drinking: always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That'll teach you to keep your mouth shut.
banitsa
... if you can remember what you said you'd do drunk.
Reminds me of Alex Glasgow's song 'As Soon as this Pub Closes'.
Turlough
barista
En route to work I'm in the middle, Nancy Wilson came on the radio. They sang differently then. Had a certain panache, especially the women.
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