When Men Grow Old……

… Like a One String Fiddle, They can tell a tale or two..

So gather Round, Me Hearties … for I’ve a Tale to Tell

About Mexican Pete and Dead-Eye Dick

And a Harlot named Eskimo Nell……

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I’ve only tried the medium so far!!!

I still have to try Dead Eye Dick and Mexican Pete but I can I can already feel the burning icy fingers of Nell scrabbling for my ankles and dragging me down into the fiery depths……

Once you’ve tried the Medium you just know that there is no escaping the escalation to that sweet yielding as you crack open the top of the XXX Extreme

If only Donald had built that wall and saved us all …..

But enough of my personal demons..

After sorting out the things that needed to be sorted out at home 🙂 I headed back to Southsea, stopping at Eastbourne on the way to catch up with Rob and Christine on their lovely and immaculate Sealine F42/5 motor cruiser.

I’ve always been rather dismissive about boats that have patio doors – but it is rather lovely…. as large as my flat, but cleaner, we had drinks and snacks on the fly deck which is so high one can spit on the heads of the poor people moored along side..

We discussed A World Gone Mad, of course, as older people so often do….. Youth of Today etc etc. It’s impossible to tell if we’re older and wiser or just older! For the sake of our own sanity we’ll stick with the wiser option!

I find delusion to be a great solace these days, and it has the added advantage that I don’t have to wrestle with the dilemma of ‘should I go on Naked Attraction or not.’.. I just wouldn’t want to show them all up… see.. complete delusion !!!!

Then Rob kindly drove me to the rail station which saved me from having to endure those people who frequent busses – the one’s with the special masks that are big enough to cover the mouth and chin, but can’t quite make it over the nose as well.

So – back to Gosport today, except that when I called they said the Westerly Owners Rally was about to arrive and there was no room for anyone else! (thanks Gill !) Looks like another weekend in Southsea with the Long March to the distant supermarket to look forward to.

It’s got to be done.. I’ve run out of coffee for a start and my emergency supply – those little sachets that include coffee and dried milk – turn out to be absolutely revolting! It’s hard to imagine the R&D team at Nescafe standing round tasting it and saying ‘We’ve got a winner here, boys. Our customers will love this one’

So that went straight down the sink! Probably killed a fish!

Tomorrow I’ve been invited on the ‘Cream Tea Walk’ with Kevin and Julia. A long walk over the downs with a tested and rated cream tea venue at the end of it 🙂

Two of my favourite things… walking and cream teas.. so I’m looking forward to that.

Personally I go for the fruit scone, butter, strawberry jam, then cream!

I realise that in some parts of the country this order of constituents is tantamount to reading the bible backwards and I hope I haven’t triggered anyone too severely.

I’ve always thought that reading the bible backwards was something that Dennis Wheatley (or was it Dennis Thatcher, I always get those two muddled up) had just made up, but then if you say Jesus backwards it sounds like Sausage and my vegan girlfriend, Lynn, tells me that in fact those tasty fingers of porky goodness are actually the Work of the Devil..

So perhaps there’s something in it after all …