Drink ? It's not a serious problem at, in fact it's extremely enjoyable. It's great fun if you fall asleep on the train taking you home and you wake up in an unknown backwater about 100 miles away from the family nest. Try talking your way out of that when confronted by "The Squeeze Of Your Life" and she's armed with a high velocity rolling pin and a giant size frying pan.
Are you speaking from personal experience, or are you trying to tell me something about Hiama?
(Having unpleasant visions of lovely gondola ride ruined by date's off-key warbling of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" or British equivalent...)
Ideologist's ideological ideology idiomatically, idiopathically idiosyncratic naivete'?
Hi Visitor. Venice is such a nice place to visit. The real one, of course, no substitutes.
Another Hennessy Withers, the usual special please. Thank you.
Withers make that two please, mind if I join you danon ?
I understand that Visitor may be casting damaging imputations about me around this here neighbourhood or as Henry Fielding first coined it " casting aspersions " , what has the world come to ?
So I enjoy a mild libation from time to time -hic, so what's so bad hic about that hic, anybodyy wode think i wos drnk or smthng hic, I men wots a chp spseed to fink hic, its onli a feu drnks ofter ell hic
Oh dear, oldandknew was right about hiama after all! Thank you so much for the warning, o-a-k!
Yes, danon, you are absolutely right...only the original. Was so looking forward to sunsets on the Piazza San Marco...there is a wonderful ristorante there where one can sip espresso in the open air, enjoy the violinists, and revel in the incomparable atmosphere of the basilica, campanile, clock tower, palazzo, etc...simply heaven on earth.
(Hmmmm....I'm afraid I must rethink this trip. I wonder if he would spend the entire time on the floor of Harry's Bar... What shall I do? I know! I shall think about this over the weekend! Am off to the coast to see friends for a day or two...)
BillW, would you please see hiama to his room? He needs a quiet place to sleep it off. Pry his fingers off the bottle of Hennessey first, that's right. Poor darling...
A dark corner works mighty nice also -
Good thinking, BillW! If the dark side of Mars won't do, try the Palazzo Gritti - or, to anyone who doesn't know there's no third "e" in Henessy, the Palazzo Nitty-Gritty <G>
My mistake. Now that I am looking at the label, you are right, no third "e." However, there ARE two "n"s...
Have I done something to annoy you, Helen? We barely know each other...
What soft does Hoft through yonder open window go, she flies off to the night, her destination - flight.
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork
Without a Revery?
And so encountering a Fly
This January Day
Jamaicas of Remembrance stir
That send me reeling in?
The moderate drinker of Delight
Does not deserve the spring?
Of juleps, part are the Jug
And more are in the joy?
Your connoisseur in Liquours
Consults the Bumble Bee?
Down at the old Bull and Bush.
Come, come, come and make eyes at me,
Down at the old Bull and Bush.
Come, come, drink some port wine with me,
Down at the old Bull and Bush.
Hear the little German band.
(ta-ra-ra-ra-oompa-pa)
Just let me hold your hand dear?
Do, do come and have a drink or two,
Down at the old Bull and Bush!!
(bush, bush)
And let's chew a little Bull and Bush!
Olden and Bill enjoy your meal-wash it down with a nice pint of Young's special
Hoft, o dearest one returned like love's winged chariot here :
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephermeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.
Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreadful cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but not from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless.
Find the mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human l
Oh, a poetry recitation! Do wish I could stay for this, but friends await at the shore...
Enjoy yourself, BillW, oldandknew, danon, Lola and all...and Hiama, do have fun with HofT while I am gone...I'm sure it will be most entertaining. Not every woman could make camouflage look so sexy!
Ta ta!...
(camouflage: WWI, from French camoufler "to disguise," originally thieves' slang...)
Yes, Hiama is certainly poetry in motion and a fine actor as well.
His drunk parody was superb
OldAndKnew - yes indeed! Wishing a very happy Easter to all, with minor note to Withers to kindly ask Jeffers to inventory the silverware and Fifi the faithful maid to check Ms. Lola's jewelry box. This latest word on camo and thieves portents (no pun intended on Portentia's name) no good!
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"So," Visitor (Portentia) says [...] Lola appears briefly at the stairway railing, overhears babsatamelia's comparison of her lovely salon with a whorehouse, and is overcome. She decides to return to bed...her migraine has suddenly become much worse.
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Whoever BabSat (related to IntelSat? hope not!) might be can keep that particular headache <G>
Sweet dreams all, thanks for kind words olden to a drunken old sot it means a lot, Hoft
Visitor, I'll be in Venice waiting with a rose
no you need a canoe in venice, tho the rose mighty be usefull
You can't have your kayak and eat it !
quite ,, you'd get heartburn
