if anyone want's t know how my broken shoulder is: it isn't very nice.
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How not nice? In what way?
Would you like me to sing?
well, its uncomfortable and sometimes painful. I can't sleep. Yes, mr square, a song would be very nice. thank you.
"I may not always love you
As long as are stars above you"
Also, I have a fractured skull.
any particular Beach Boys song, something from Surf's Up....
I happen to love John's offering of "God Only Knows", one of my all time favourite songs. Quite like "Sloop John B" as my lovely Grandad was John B.
I can do you some Mamas and the Papas if you like?
All the leaves are brown (leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
I went for a walk (went for a walk)
On a winter's day (on a winter's day)
I'd be safe and warm (safe and warm)
If I was in LA (if I was in LA)
California dreamin' (California dreamin')
On such a winter's day...
As we are doing Beach boys, I am glad to confirm that Wouldn't it be Nice was first dance at my wedding last year- and the only reason it wasn't God only knows was that first line.
VirtualWill- have you heard Brian doing Surf's Up solo on piano? There's a bootleg of it floating around from the Smile session back in '67 when the songs only part-written.
thank you ver much for the songs.
i am a great fan of the beach boys and mommas and pappas too.
I was going to go for "Stars shining bright above you...."
Hi John, I've not heard that boot, but I think I might know someone who
has a copy.
Wouldn't it be nice is one of those songs that always bring a smile, God only knows is one of those rare pop songs with raw and open emotions.
Have you broken your shoulder?
yes, ms aunt, i slipped in snow and broke my right shoulder.
Would you say you're accident prone or just unlucky?
... or often very drunk?
hello mr laurel and mr square. i do drink quite a lot but i hadn't been drinking when i did this. i slipped on the ice on our steep drive. i dunno about being 'accident prone' or unlucky'. one good thing is that i never complain.
It almost seems to be a waste, having a serious accident when sober.
I did my head in sober on Monday. I was fuming. Things hurt more when you aren't drunk.
I broke my foot when sober, and it was bloody agony. Even worse was that no-one believed that it had happened when I was sober, even though it was mid-day on a Saturday.
It also took them six weeks, 6 weeks!!! to diagnose a snapped ligament too, which took much longer to heal than my foot did.
In climates where your brass will freeze
Monkeys cannot grow on trees,
And tho' on earth there's nothing bolder
They'll slip and break a useful shoulder.
Take a lesson, if you can:
When travelling toward Milan
Think first of all how very nice
Not to have slipped on standing ice.
Ode to Plucky
Sir Issac Newton told us why,
apples fall from the sky
It’s known that Monkeys do the same.
Perched on a branch
Tho' fame is fleeting,
Flesh doth rot
Sit in a chair
enjoy your drink,
for Farrells sake
hold it steady
dear m thompson,
thank you very much for your wonderful poem. i think it should be published. it has certainly set me up for the day. bones seem to take forever to heal, however, onwards and upwards!
wow mr will! a second poem and another gem. thank yuo very much. with permission, i will quote both in my memoires. very best wishes. plucky.
I know how you feel.
I'm planning to get a cubic centimetre of muscle taken from my shoulder. which is going to hurt.
But I'll get £500 for it. (it's a drug trial thing)
Hope it's improving, Plucky.
I'm off work with, of all things, chicken pox.
Dear Mr Sauce: I would think the pox a wholly unsatisfactory colleague and cannot understand your willingness to associate yourself with suchlike, even to the point of dragging yourself away from pleasant pass-times such as can be found in these pages.
I was off school with chicken pox. But that was donkeys years ago. I guess she would have been quite young then but, nevertheless, she must be getting on a bit by now.
i have had a very plesant day, which started really well with the poems. Thsnk you. miss munky and her bf were over from spain before they move to south africa. master munky and wife joined us and we all went out for lunch.
thank you very much for your poems and support. you are lovely people. xxxxxxx
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