Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
You must have started early today.....
A venture that a magnum was involved, and not the kind that melts.
And I forgot Happy Birthday Sage from one of your legion of fans.....bottoms up.
What? That wasn't me singing, you know.
Mind you, I did have a modest swig of communion wine.
That is quite an accent. A friend was saying her mother can't understand what the actors are saying on many of the English shows such as Rumpole and East Enders. We are in the U.S. I advised she put the captioning option on so her mom can read what they are saying. Happy Birthday Mr. Sage!
I am sure that you would sound better than that....even after a few G&T's.
Many Happy Returns to The Sage.
cheers to the man, the myth, the legend.
Not many people have a true Norfolk accent like that any more. I remember, when I first came to live in Lowestoft, not understanding our gardener.
Martin, I will never be as good as the divine Postie, but thank you very much for the compliment.
And cheers to you, Steg and Jen.
BTW, Dew Yar Far Keep a Dickie? means Does your father own a donkey?
What a funny old song - it made me giggle - even though I hardly understood it.
He was all the rage back in the 60s, Wendz. You don't wonder, now, that I have him listed in my favourites.
Happy Birthday to Sage!!
That Norfolk accent is so difficult to do as we discovered in our production of 'Roots' (Arnold Wesker)
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