Sneathing?
when the brain fog is a pea souper, i put all my bad words together and try to make them rhyme.
you lot are hilarious, this thread of albrecht durer is sooo f***ing funny.
keep it going
carole x
Multi purpose verb - it covers seething but through gritted teeth [or dentures - or gums]
I was wondering actually. I thought it was either a multi-purpose word for when all is awry in ADs world, or a riposte to your armholes! But I think you have defined it quite nicely. (Probably, Mr Durer will disagree, he does usually just as a point of principle!)
Sue
No I don’t.
Thank you. We don’t need encouraging.
Hebe, her coven of friends and me have been booked (let out on license) to appear at the Winter Gardens in Eastbourne. We’ll completing the “tinsel ‘n’ turkey” season before the proper entertainers turn up for panto.
I will be premiering my new act Albrecht and his Amazing Sock Drawer Conundrum. A comedy of errors where I run on stage at depressingly regular intervals shouting, “Where’s me socks!”. Brings the house down every time. Here’s some of the reviews we can publish.
“Depressing” Mrs Mills, Sunday Times Style Magazine
“Atrocious” The Samaritans
“Typical” Prison Service Journal
“An absolute joy” Pfizer Pharma, Kent
lt is ‘where are my socks’ Mrs Mills mother from Tunbridge Wells.
Thank you MMM.
I’ll have a word with the scriptwriter. Incidentally (and he won’t want this to be common knowledge), it’s Mr Mills who writes this drivel.
A
My word is Scheibenhonig, a German word that looks and sounds like a rude word if you don’t speak German. It actually means honeycomb. I can yell it, say it out loud or whisper it through gritted teeth. But there are times when it doesn’t help. Like I said, multiple consecutive brain fog moments count among those times.
At Christmas time the local rugby club (don’t live there anymore) used to have a celebration and it involved a performance including a sock - and a candle.
yes you do
At Christmas, my sports club (I never knew exactly what the sport was), there was a ritual involving a sock and a five foot stuffed alligator.
I could never get close enough to find out what happed, though there was always a lot of roaring and whistling. And everyone was in a very good mood afterwards.
Then it all got a bit hazy. The following morning, I always woke up in a dingy, that had been let off its mooring, and I had the alligator next to me between the rowlocks.
All together now:- “Gesundheitsbefinden unt Geschichten!”
Ah yes. Happy days,
Albrecht D.
That was no sports club AD. ----------- Welcome to the W.I !!!
The Alligator was made from victoria sponge.
That explains the lingering smell of marzipan.
And I suspect the sock element of your ‘game’ existed purely in your imagination AD.
Sue
l think he only learnt how to knit one sock - at his ''W I ‘’ meetings. Was it a left or a right sock that goes missing?
Plenty of Geschichten (probably große Geschichten) from Herr Albrecht Dürer. Unfortunately most of us are lacking in the Gesundheit aspect.
For those who don’t speak German, Gesundheit means health and große (grosse) Geschichten are tall stories.
Surely it must be the right sock that goes missing. He ends up with the one that’s left!
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Your are correct - and holey ones are for sunday!
This forum always sparks memories that I thought were long gone, I’ve never woken up in a dingy but I did wake up once on a rocking horse somewhere in Staffordshire after losing my shoe on the A500. Nothing to do with socks though. I think the dingy and an alligator beats that.
I did go to the alligator place in Torremelinos, you can pet them and cuddle the babies. They are quite soft and warm, I thought they would be cold. Stayed well away from the larger angry ones.