Post something just for the heck of it

[Essex Boy]

 

[mikey3000]

My daughter is at her prom tonight, and I'm sitting here trying not to remember what happened at my prom.

 

[pat grimshaw]

 

[eastofeden]

 

[eastofeden]

 

[Charon]

I wonder how much cum landed on Freddie Mercury's mustache.

 

[pat grimshaw]

 

[rareboy]

Scotland tells England what it thinks of Brexit.

 

[Vannie]

..................

 

[luckynumbah7]

One day I will not be electronically incompetent.

Please Hold ~

 

[Essex Boy]

The Chinese ladies' synchronised trap-shooting team is the one to beat in Rio.

 

[Harke the Boeotarch]

From the Dutch army :
The caption reads "military show of physical exercise".

Looks like we've missed something....

In 1996 for their '"100 years of Cinema" programme the Dutch broadcasting organization VPRO aired a silent 'military training' film
of a soldier in shorts climbing a rope for quite a long time. I suspect it was made by the same people.

 

[Essex Boy]

It's been a while since we heard from that interesting minor poet (and major woman) Anna Wickham.


The Fired Pot

In our town, people live in rows.
The only irregular thing in a street is the steeple;
And where that points to, God only knows,
And not the poor disciplined people!

And I have watched the women growing old,
Passionate about pins, and pence, and soap,
Till the heart within my wedded breast grew cold,
And I lost hope.

But a young soldier came to our town,
He spoke his mind most candidly.
He asked me quickly to lie down,
And that was very good for me.

For though I gave him no embrace —
Remembering my duty —
He altered the expression of my face,
And gave me back my beauty.

 

[Essex Boy]

Me wantee.

No thanks, even though it's got its own built-in cinema.

 

[BillyT]

Someone has too much time on their hands and money to waste.

 

[Charon]

 

[Essex Boy]

Well it's another slow Saturday night so here's Gisela May to get everyone in a party mood.

Three songs from plays by Brecht. Music by Hanns Eisler.

Und was bekam des Soldaten Weib?

Das Lied von der Moldau

Lied eines Freudenmädchens

A famous poem by Kurt Tucholsky. Music by Henry Krtschil.

Augen in der Großstadt

 

[Charon]

That's a lot of metal.

 

[Essex Boy]

There are two sides to every story. Stuff you find when you're browsing!


THE DOVER BITCH by Anthony Hecht


So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl
With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them,
And he said to her, ‘Try to be true to me,
And I’ll do the same for you, for things are bad
All over, etc., etc.' Well now, I knew this girl.
It’s true she had read Sophocles in a fairly good translation
And caught that bitter allusion to the sea,
But all the time he was talking she had in mind
The notion of what his whiskers would feel like
On the back of her neck. She told me later on
That after a while she got to looking out
At the lights across the channel, and really felt sad,
Thinking of all the wine and enormous beds
And blandishments in French and the perfumes.
And then she got really angry. To have been brought
All the way down from London, and then be addressed
As a sort of mournful cosmic last resort
Is really tough on a girl, and she was pretty.
Anyway, she watched him pace the room
And finger his watch-chain and seem to sweat a bit,
And then she said one or two unprintable things.
But you mustn’t judge her by that. What I mean to say is,
She’s really all right. I still see her once in a while
And she always treats me right. We have a drink
And I give her a good time, and perhaps it’s a year
Before I see her again, but there she is,
Running to fat, but dependable as they come.
And sometimes I bring her a bottle of Nuit d’ Amour.

 

[chrisrobin]