Coseley and Tipton, hey. I originated from Parkfields (close by Bilston) myself. Don't want to imply it was rough but even the Alsatian dogs wouldn't go out on their own.
Tipton is dangerously close to Baggies territory - except Stevie Bull did come from there didn't he.
That train journey from Wolves to B'ham hey. All those canals, all those foundries, all those scrapyards. Who says roamnce is dead. Dirty Old Town to borrow from another thread - but I love it anyway. Good on yer. Give us a forwarding address and I'll send you a big bag of Gill's Pork Scratchings. Just as soon as you send me that coconut you promised.
Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Mark. I am sure you will have noticed that all eighteen of my best-selling poetry books are impregnated with lavender. Ah! The sweet smell of Literary success!
And thank you, Ms. Andrea - but how do YOU know how big my flannel needs to be?
Have you been peeping, young lady?
Well John, so you're another sex machine eh? With regard to the sex needs love bit, I have to admit I'm pretty useless at 'sex' but the 'love' bit, that's a whole different thing. I need to know that a partner cares as I do or for me it's a waste of time, might as well be self-indulgent so to speak. As for the teenagers shagging anything that shows signs of life, as I've already admitted, the chance would have been a fine thing!
Mississippi,
I did over-indulge in poetic license, but it was a lot of fun playing about with the words.
My first times, like everyone else's, were complete disasters. Basically I was scared shitless. For those of you who could really care less I've documented them in my "People I've Known" section under the headings "Pippa Lugaro" and "Ursula Jordan." But even then I didn't really lose my virginity.
In olden France, by the way, they had a small harpsichord which was intended for playing by girls or young women. This harpsichord was known as the virginals. This is absolutely true, and is where the French word “virgine” came from. The keys of a harpsichord, as I’m sure you well know, operate quills or leather points which pluck taut wires.
And at this point in my life, I promise you, I did nothing but spend lonely hours plucking my own taut wire.
I can't really remember the first time. I think it was a fat-arsed Swedish bird in Lloret de Mar. I was pretty pissed, and I don't remember that being a great success either.
Ah ha, I remember now. Let me work on this for a bit and I'll get back to you.
(By the way, for those ABCtalers who are into goats, I highly recommend "Selkirk's Island" by Diana Souhami. The book tells the story of the real Robinson Crusoe and his island - the guy Daniel de Foe based his book on. He used to shag goats and notch their ears. Mind you, we all shag goats when we're out in the sticks, don't we? Just that not many of us talk about it. The worrying thing about Alexander Selkirk was that he used to drink their milk as well).
Bloody hell Karl, from fat-arsed Swedes to goat shagging! Is there no limit to your proclivities?
I don't actually kiss and tell, not just because I'm too much of a gentleman but also because there isn't that much TO tell!
But what there was, was so much sweeter for being in the heat of love rather than lust. I'm getting quite maudlin now just thinking about what is no more.
There has been much said on this thread and others about 'what is a man?' I myself have contributed, probably far too much, to this 'debate.'
Then I came across this,
'Manliness is not all swagger and swearing and mountain climbing. Manliness is also tenderness, gentleness, consideration. Men think they can decide who is a man when only a woman can really know.'
Robert Anderson - Tea and Sympathy
Then, thank God, I suddenly remembered this
'Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
Herman Hesse - Siddartha
'Nuff said, really.
What with that and all the sustenance this site has been giving to my already voracious ego, which I've been trying so hard and so long to kill, I got to thinking maybe it's time to go.
Before I do though, just one more quote, since as usual I can think of nothing original worth saying;
To see the World in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
So long and thanks for all the fish - and quips.
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