@McTag,
I have never been able to do that stuff Mac. When I grew up, my formative years I mean, from about 6 to 12, after all that funny Freudian stuff which is supposed to have happened in the interests of fees, it was taken for granted that all adults were assholes and useless ones to boot. That all they deserved was being manipulated.
Then I read Frank Harris's famous book advising young men as to which way the land lies. At 18. That was a sort of finishing school.
It was a contraband item. And in tatters due to so many where I was based at the time having pored over its wisdom intently. There was a waiting list nevertheless. It was the worst looking book I ever handled.
Many years later, when my experiences had taken effect, I spotted a clean hard-back copy at a book-fair in Ingleton for a mere £2,50. Obviously I couldn't get my cash out fast enough in case the seller changed his mind. When the transaction was complete and I had legal possession, the witness was as trustworthy as Little Nell, I asked him if he had read it. He hadn't.
I much admire your skill though and I have oftentimes wished I could do it. I knew a chap. he had a handicap of 6 and was an office manager on motorway construction projects, who could amuse us no end as closing time drew on with performances of the art. And he never repeated himself. I knew his wife too. We all did. That's why it was so funny. She would have rolling-pinned him if she had seen it.
Alas the feminists and their lickspittals and lackeys have broken up such groups of late night boozers. I think it was felt that money spent on beer and smokes (you can't say fags on this forum) was better employed on frocks, and fragrances and divers other frolicsome follies.
And who is to say that that is not what merciful Providence intended and that it is not right and proper?
