Lola at the Coffee House

Egads - did you talk of 'grabbing a grannie' in an earlier post? Methinks it's more like 'grab a grandpa'!

Fiddler on the Roof - such a wonderful film. Always has me laughing and crying in equal parts.

Scars - the surgeon has cut the skin for the graft into the 'smile' line of the cheek and says it will eventually fade into it and not be noticeable. If I should live so long! Hard to visualise that at the moment!

Ever had a black eye? No, neither have I. Don't know how much swelling is okay? Beneath the eye has ballooned up over a black crescent - ugh, too much information - I'll shut up now, must be boring everyone rigid.

I am cheered immensely by the members of A2K. Some lovely people and some fascinating photos, discussions and music. So many different people with so many differing likes and dislikes. Great fun!

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The problem is, spendi, you're still living in the "old days".

For Pete's sake, Dylan is pushing 72. Don't you ever listen to anyone younger than that?

What "battle of the sexes"? That's also dating you, spendi.

The courtship routines you observed, and took part in, were decades ago. Those people are grandparents now.

Close, intimate, long-term relationships are complex and dynamic, and they can't be reduced to your absurd gender stereotypes.

Wake up, spendi, it's 2013.

Yup, I had a broken nose as a result of a bad auto accident. That caused 2 swollen black eyes that were real beauts.

Any blow to the nose or side of the face can cause a black eye, and you had trauma in both places, so you earned yours legitimately. Don't worry about it, it's really normal.

If anyone asks you about your appearance, just say, "This is nothing, you should see what the other guy looks like."

They add clay to chocolate? All chocolate? That's a revolting thought.

Shouldn't that make chocolate dirt cheap?
(forgive me, I couldn't resist that one)

Love it!

Ouch - broken nose? Sounds very painful. Guess I'm just a woose - don't know if that's what you call cowardly custards in your neck of the woods!

Actually, I don't think we call people "custards" in my neck of the woods. Although we might say someone is being a "Wuss".

But I don't think you're being a woose/wuss or anything close to that. You're acting like a perfectly normal person, who has been effectively punched in the face, and feels sore and swollen and fairly miserable. Feel free to keep on kvetching.

Are you up to eating some fab decadent chocolate cake? That might help a little. It usually works for me.

I hope you don't really eat all that stuff, FF. You would be a regular lard ass.

Sure. I do forever young. I don't just talk about it. What's the point of wishing everybody live for a thousand reasons to rejoice if you don't explain how to do it.



I think he's the youngest of those I pay any attention to. Who do you suggest?



My post predicted you coming that line. And gave the reason.



Do you think I didn't know that?



And very few are divorced. We're nearly all into the Darby and Joan **** now.



They look simple enough to me and they have a dynamic of sorts. Your definition of "dynamic" is just another crass example of you marking your own exam papers. Same with "absurd".

Who did you look like at 17? Mary Tyler-Moore after a dunking in a starch bath?

The link doesn't work for me either. I don't know why.

It was Shot of Love. 1981 again.

I can't say I have listened to the Christmas album. I like the live stuff. I saw D and D in a video of a concert in South America. It was a bit ragged I thought. I know a couple of Deadheads but it does nothing for me.

You might be getting the wrong impression von. My other interests are unlikely to be shared on here.

I looked like myself. I really wasn't into copying anyone else's "look". And that's still the case.

These two old guys--each of whom are about 20 years younger than Dylan--are both pretty good and worthy of attention. I'm sure you'll disparage them too.

I don't need to. The song disparages itself.

You're so predictable.

Got to run now. Catch you later.

Wassau, can I please have a coffee to go.

FYI

Bob Dylan 71
Stevie W 62
Sting 61

I enjoy all 3 of them

That's the word I was looking for - don't think I've ever seen it written down! As for 'cowardly custard' - gosh, that's me reverting to childhood (ouch) - sort of thing we say to another youngster - although Spendi will doubtless disagree with me. He does about most other things!

Decadent chocolate cake - mmm - too many calories for me, I fear. Looks good though.

The mind boggles, Spendius!

"cowardy-cowardy custard" is an expression I heard from girls at one time or another.

I have heard young ladies, when a chap has raced 30 yards along the boundary and dived at full stretch to get his despairing fingertips fruitlessly on a flat hit six going over square leg, chanting "butterfingers".

A bit of light verse from around 1790 (I think).

"But thank our happier stars, those times are o'er
And woman holds a second place no more.
Now forced to quit their long held usurpation,
These Men all wise, these 'Lords of the Creation',
To our superior sway themselves submit,
Slaves to our charms and vassals to our wit;
We can with ease their ev'ry sense beguile.
And melt their Resolutions with a smile. . ."

James Austen.

How the unmarried Jesuit would have laughed. "Henpecked!!" he would sneer. "A Protestant absurdity."

How can a Church have priests as easily beguiled as that with 50 years of spendthrift nagging on the end of it? And a $17 trillion deficit being prepared.

We never heard what happened to Edmund Bennet once Fanny Price got him under the cosh. It faded out as the lovers rode off into the sunset. She loved Henry Crawford actually and did a firefly number on him.

Practice that line in the mirror girls and have it just right for when you have an opportunity to declaim it.

I bet Dawn French could do it good. Probably without any rehearsing.