Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Nervous humming of tunes


Right. I have calmed down somewhat, and I now adopt this facial expression. I actually looked a lot like Alfred when I was a kid - the ears and haircut especially. These days it's only the teeth.

Today I try and get everything back on track without alienating myself further. As I said in the last post, I don't scream and swear in public, only in our compact but adorable city apartment - or on this blog.

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  1. When I read yesterday's post I thought I'd "gotten"/got onto the wrong blog. Whilst you can be acid and a bit short and cold shoulder, on the whole - and no doubt because your education got you past the letter 'f' unlike some - you have a fair few words on hand to express any joy, and indeed dismay. Which makes it so much more powerful when you resort to assorted fs in abundance; I felt your pain.

    John kindly reminded you PAs do have their use, as do gallerists. Which is why a good gallerist may take as much as 66 % per sale (Source: LSF, Basel, mid nineties - I gasped). It raises a pertinent question - one I will ask another time. Be interesting what HI's take on it is.

    Good luck to HI. Hope your car has recovered. There is leg work, and there is leg work. Labour of love thrown in for free.

    U

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    1. It would make a nice change if you would examine yourself a little more. Thanks for your best wishes for the car and the exhibition.

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    2. What makes you surmise that I don't "examine" myself, not just "a little more" but mercilessly?

      Anyway, I shouldn't have said "acid" - that's far too strong. Gruff more like it. So, my dear gruff Tom, when will you forgive me that very first unfortunate observation I made about you? I shan't repeat it here as not to pour acid onto salt (it fizzes) - and may give your other readers ideas. So when, Tom? Having the hide of a rhino I am perfectly happy to grovel if need be. In a sort of post modern way, sincerely nevertheless.

      By the way, I was dead chuffed the other day, when, over at John's, you called me a "professional sniper". I have been called many things "acerbic, witty but never rude" which was nice in that sort of way that nice is. But, by golly, a professional sniper? That's in a different league. Incidentally one of my sisters agrees with you, and once asked why I don't put the tongue god has gifted me to more lucrative use. "You'd make a lot of money", she said.

      Come on, Tom, let's shake hands and start again.

      U

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    3. Your sister gave you good advice, but I am guessing you have left it to late to act on it.

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  2. Glad to hear (and read) that you have calmed down. I didn't have time to read you yesterday - seems it is just as well!

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    1. No, I always feel guilty when I swear a lot and think of you (the two not connected) but I think that you must have seen and heard it all about 20 years before me, so I don't hold back.

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  3. For me, a shot of Jameson in the earliest am light after areally bad day, makes all the difference. Peace out man.

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    1. Would that I could limit myself to a shot.

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  4. There really is something about Alfred that has always comforted me. He's got a way of putting everything into perspective.

    Best wishes.

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    1. I used to subscribe to MAD when I was a kid - sent all the way from the USA. Some of those artists were great.

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  5. I quite fancied the idea of seeing you with your dander up......

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    1. You should see me with my pecker up.

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    2. (Hang on - which country do you come from? In the UK, to 'keep one's pecker up' means staying cheerful.)

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    1. Yes, I see what you mean. With Blair, the likness is mainly in the eyes.

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  7. I just caught up with things and read yesterday's post. Sometimes all you can do is say: "Fuck the fuckers."

    Now I have to go stand in a corner for a while for saying the f-word out loud.

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    1. Save it until you come to Bath and get drunk.

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  8. Surely . That is Spotty Muldoon is it not ?

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    1. No, it is the Peter Pan of the USA - Alfred E Neuman.

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  9. I know it's been a bad day when I start using the word "fuck" like a comma. I'm glad you're feeling better now.

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