General Chat

I been doing worthwhile things and boy was very trying,,,,,,,,,but won in the end,,,,,))

Oh no not a clinger on'er.

they are horrible little creeps with clawing paws and dribble down their chin,,,,,,and the beady little black eyes give ya the hebbijebbies......

mind,,,good thing is they dont last long,,,,,,,,just give you an itch for a while...... ;-) :-D :-D :-D.

Keep up Kay, I had something like a cyber Klingon and I didn't want others to catch it ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-)


MERLIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The one that plugs into the wall dear :-D

Why you donging your bell........whos got infected? : :-D :-S

Please re-Phrase re Powerwash, :-D There are Two Types.one more powerful that the other.pmsl. :-D :-D :-D :-D ;-)

Hang on Merlin I have to read that twice!

Keep your powerwash to hand we may need it later, and please don't mention my hump :-( :-P :-D

Sue, You can always borrow my Powerwash if you like.its good for cleaning Patios and removing Slime from and under rocks :-D unless you,ve got the Hump with the Ding who is somehow relate to the Dong,I suppose you could say then you like to play with the Dingaling as long as its attatched to your trusty sharp Supercrutch. :-D :-D :-D ;-)

I often do Frederick ;-)

Now MrDaff all I can say is..................................................

















It's my party and I can *dong* if I want to
*dong* if I want to
You would *dong* too
if it happened to you!




:-D :-D

You could dust it with glitter instead of talcum powde, wow. it would brighten it up a bit. !!!!!


F.

Do you think we could hear the odd 'Ding' now and again, 'Dong' is soooo last year ?! :-D

Oooh! I'll be happy with either ;-)

lololol I don't know whether to laugh or slap you :-P

When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights;--
When the angry breakers roar
As they beat on the rocky shore;--
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore:--

Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
There moves what seems a fiery spark,
A lonely spark with silvery rays
Piercing the coal-black night,--
A Meteor strange and bright:--
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.

Slowly it wanders,--pauses,--creeeps,--
Anon it sparkles,--flashes and leaps;
And ever as onward it gleaming goes
A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
And those who watch at that midnight hour
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
'The Dong!--the Dong!
'The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
'The Dong! the Dong!
'The Dong with a luminous Nose!'

Long years ago
The Dong was happy and gay,
Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
Who came to those shores one day,
For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,--
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
'Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.'

Happily, happily passed those days!
While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
They danced in circlets all night long,
To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
In moonlight, shine, or shade.
For day and night he was always there
By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
Till the morning came of that hateful day
When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
Gazing--gazing for evermore,--
Ever keeping his weary eyes on
That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
'Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.'

But when the sun was low in the West,
The Dong arose and said;--
--'What little sense I once possessed
'Has quite gone out of my head!'--
And since that day he wanders still
By lake or forest, marsh and hill,
Singing--'O somewhere, in valley or plain
'Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
'For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
'Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!'

Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks,
And because by night he could not see,
He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
On the flowery plain that grows.
And he wove him a wondrous Nose,--
A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
Of vast proportions and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
--In a hollow rounded space it ended
With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
All fenced about
With a bandage stout
To prevent the wind from blowing it out;--
And with holes all round to send the light,
In gleaming rays on the dismal night.

And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wall of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the sqeak of his plaintive pipe
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild--all night he goes,--
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
And all who watch at the midnight hour,
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
Moving along through the dreary night,--
'This is the hour when forth he goes,
'The Dong with a luminous Nose!
'Yonder--over the plain he goes,
'He goes!
'He goes;
'The Dong with a luminous Nose!'



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Is that the Dong with the luminous nose?? :-D

Cor, ta :-D Have you got a silver bullet, a wooden stave and a mallet? Not that I have room for them on my crutch, I'll just drag 'em behind me....

*dong* *dong*

Here...have some garlic ...just in case :-D

I have just doubled the number of bells I am carrying :-D

Unclean? Unclean?

Last time I lived in England (Oop North) at least we took the coal out of the bath once in every year so that we could have a bath.

Standards of hygiene have slipped since then

"The Bells! The Bells!* limps off, stage left, Quasimodo style

Well I know how I am going to decorate my Xmas crutch now :-D

Lots of tinkely bells. At least the dogs wont be running after me following someone's bright idea a few years ago of sausage rolls, stuffing balls and drumsticks :-P

infamy, infamy!!! they've all got it in for me!!!!!

it's feeling more like a carry on film by the minute lolololl *guffaws* lolololol