Ra Second Wonderful thing!
Monday 00:44 a.m.
So after meditating and meditating for days and days on end, I rushed out to ra pub and had 3 pints of 80 shilling. Then I came home and, trying to think, put on the telly. Yo, it's a history programme about The Monarchy. It's got this joe talking about the Scots in 1637 and how they signed the Covenant. The film showed Greyfriars Kirk, with the gravestones, etc., on a nice summer's day.
So oft I go! Laden with the cannybliss yogurts, I eventuate into the Greyfriars Kirk. Fabulous! I've got an aisle seat ticket, but I go and get a piano stool and sit in at the wall at the end of the aisles.
There is a red seat. It says RESERVED on it. So this joe sits there and I'm sitting beside him on the piano seat and who is the coolest of us all? The joe who is ignoring me (because I am not a problem) or me. Obviously me because of ra bliss!
It's The Sixteen. They have arrived from wonderful bourgeoisdom! These bourgeois women! Laura Ashley babes! Then it looked as if they'd start to sing and I closed my eyes.
To be continued ...
9:45 a.m.
Dearie me! Anyway, they were singing music from the Sistine Chapel. I had no programme or whatever and had no idea what they were going to sing. But how wonderful it was! Allegri's Misere, I think it's called. Palestrina. The most fantastic concert I've ever been too. No musical intruments except the voice. When I recognised the Kyrie Eleisons, I started in with the juju with the Turin Shroud photie above the head, ra bliss pouring down through the body. And how somehow ironic that this amazing catholic music was being sung in Greyfriars where they came to sign the Covenant. It was dead ecumenical, so it was!
So after meditating and meditating for days and days on end, I rushed out to ra pub and had 3 pints of 80 shilling. Then I came home and, trying to think, put on the telly. Yo, it's a history programme about The Monarchy. It's got this joe talking about the Scots in 1637 and how they signed the Covenant. The film showed Greyfriars Kirk, with the gravestones, etc., on a nice summer's day.
So oft I go! Laden with the cannybliss yogurts, I eventuate into the Greyfriars Kirk. Fabulous! I've got an aisle seat ticket, but I go and get a piano stool and sit in at the wall at the end of the aisles.
There is a red seat. It says RESERVED on it. So this joe sits there and I'm sitting beside him on the piano seat and who is the coolest of us all? The joe who is ignoring me (because I am not a problem) or me. Obviously me because of ra bliss!
It's The Sixteen. They have arrived from wonderful bourgeoisdom! These bourgeois women! Laura Ashley babes! Then it looked as if they'd start to sing and I closed my eyes.
To be continued ...
9:45 a.m.
Dearie me! Anyway, they were singing music from the Sistine Chapel. I had no programme or whatever and had no idea what they were going to sing. But how wonderful it was! Allegri's Misere, I think it's called. Palestrina. The most fantastic concert I've ever been too. No musical intruments except the voice. When I recognised the Kyrie Eleisons, I started in with the juju with the Turin Shroud photie above the head, ra bliss pouring down through the body. And how somehow ironic that this amazing catholic music was being sung in Greyfriars where they came to sign the Covenant. It was dead ecumenical, so it was!
posted by Hotboy at 12:43 AM
5 Comments:
Can the babes play volleyball as well as sing? Women are supposed to be good at multi-tasking.
Here's the plan. You appoint me honorary consul to St Lucia, I outsource all law enforcement to you and the boxing gloves, we cream off the casinos, 50/50. If the mulatto goddess is as rich as you say, she won't want a cut. She may expect satisfaction. I could do that. I'm expecting the jock itch to clear up any day since I did the rough cut and then set fire to the stubble. I can supply notarised photos if she wants that. Just do whatever it takes to tie up your end, can you? I'm relying on you. This could solve all our problems. I could give up blogging, or pay someone to do it for me.
HB - sorry, I walked in on you in flagrante over at ion's. Don't mind me, carry on stroking. I didn't see anything.
Ion: Does boozing and typing count as multi-tasking?
Onan? Get back to Bavaria! You were probably too perverted for that nice woman the last time! Hotboy
I forgot to read your post when I was here yesterday. Coincidentally, your Greyfriars concert bliss reminds me of cutting class to go to the McEwan Hall every Friday lunchtime, for the organ recital. You could move on to that when you're ready. It didn't help me of course.
About the other thing, do I have to come over there to sort everything out myself? At least sound her out re contributing to the fare. I'll need a best man, is MM C of S? I'd ask Philip Cowie if I could trust him not to run off with the bride.
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