Chatterbox Monday

That was sockpuppet.
But since Limbo was from Norwich, he was probably in love with his own sister.

Sockpuppet was Limni's sister/ sister in law? I had no idea.

I've been sent home early to further test my WFH capabilities. Oddly I've ended up in the pub..

Noses on the back of their heads?  More likely he called his sister "Mummy"*.  Like the charcoal burners from the Forest of Dean; if you go into any of the small coal mining villages like Coalville (bit of a clue, there), the ones who would make Felice Landry look like a giant are most likely descendants of them.   Lots of squints and other marks of hundreds of years of inbreeding, mutterings and sidling along the narrow paths.

Think of Coalville as being like Bree, but without the charm, or the Prancing Pony.  It's fucking grim in Winter.  Whatever you wear the cold wind finds its way into your soul like the Shadow...  The Welsh (who can catch sheep instead of their own families) look down, both literally and figuratively, on the 'burners.  When one of the latter goes past, you occasionally see the former surreptitiously slap the backs of their necks.  There are more strange folk around there, like the Ukrainian refugee families from WW2 (if my mate Nick Hlywy** was to be believed) who formed black market gangs, but punished drug dealers in unpleasant ways).

*My mother recounted when she'd had a few that a pair of my great grandparents and their 18 strong family inhabited a small tenement room in the stews around the SE of St Paul's and there was a very strong rumour that things happened ...  My maternal grandfather was one of the 12 boys...  both called Albert John... one was Bertie and the other Albie.  She crossed her eyes to make the point!  But they were illiterate, rural folk who'd migrated to London to escape starvation and grinding poverty.  I have their birth certificates, both signed with an "X" and her maiden name has two crossed out variants of "Ison" and the latter has a question mark against it.  

**Nick was the son of one of them. I didn't believe a word of it, until he brought a bottle of homemade wodka, photos of strange gatherings in the forest.  He showed me his business card to prove his name.  You may recall my recounting the fuckin' trawler episode...

The fun thing about this forum is that it is made up of refugees from the other place who are all or partly:

1. Guardian readers
2. Gamers
3. SJW
4. Whose opinions are correct, no argument.
5. Are a Clique who long for the old days.
6. Nice, when needed, which is the best way to be "In My Opinion", no humble shit.
7. Vaguely tolerant of those that this is their first time.
8. Intelligent and knowledgeable about subjects that one wouldn't come across* in their normal life.

Points aside, I am glad I am part of this complete mess of old, young(ish), know all, opinionated cunts.

Love and Kisses

xxxx

*fnah


And yes I will self indulge, this song was written about me and I am that man. <edit>Seriously watch this if you like the song

Go fuck yourself. You’re wrong, and a grotesquely ugly freak.

Department is gearing up for mass working from home. Laptops etc.

Should be fun when the four kids are also staying at home.

PUNS!

Your face.*

*anticipates Rolling's response, 'I don't have a face, so the joke's on you'.

What have you missed?
All my specialist subjects you cunt.

Weed strains 86 - 2002
House music 86 - 2006
LSD design 1990 - 1996
Mdma varieties 88 - 2010
Arcade machines of the 80s
The Warez scene 91 -99
Skate shoes 88 - 2008

My wife's friend is after cocktail names that reflect the current global shenanigans. All I've come up with so far is:

Long Isolation iced tea
Woo Wuhan

Slow Comfortable (we're all) Screw(ed) Against The Wall.