Old Fart's and Pouffes Bar, Grill, and Hogewey Infirmary
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Good morning, kiddies. How're y'all doin' today? 
TMI
I guess I won't be asking that question again.
In other news: I had to go to Pretoria again yesterday. Completely different part of the city to the last time. It's an hour's drive from my home but I gave it an extra hour, in case I got motherless lost, like I did last month. Ha. I found the place first time - didn't even need to stop and check the map!!! So I parked around the block and read my book for an hour. A one-hour appointment with the school (very posh, very private, very expensive) turned into two hours and then another hour's drive home - and I fell asleep on the couch. I think I'm getting too old for this. I think the American expression is, 'plum worn out', right?
(And if the school accepts my proposal, I'll be doing this trip regularly for at least three weeks. I'm kinda hoping they turn it down.)
It really is hard and hard is...well...hard!
TMI
I guess I won't be asking that question again.
In other news: I had to go to Pretoria again yesterday. Completely different part of the city to the last time. It's an hour's drive from my home but I gave it an extra hour, in case I got motherless lost, like I did last month. Ha. I found the place first time - didn't even need to stop and check the map!!! So I parked around the block and read my book for an hour. A one-hour appointment with the school (very posh, very private, very expensive) turned into two hours and then another hour's drive home - and I fell asleep on the couch. I think I'm getting too old for this. I think the American expression is, 'plum worn out', right?
(And if the school accepts my proposal, I'll be doing this trip regularly for at least three weeks. I'm kinda hoping they turn it down.)
Hi Gail....I'm right there with you, can't quite get recouped from my mountain expedition. In Texas we say butt tired. There's the good and bad of living in a cool place when a large portion of the country is cooking in summer heat. The nice thing is people want to visit you and the bad thing is people want to visit you. Company now and more up ahead. God love 'em, I like people but rather be writing. Stomach does a flip over when they say, "We don't have to be back for 4 or 5 days, got plenty of time. If ya'll don't mind." So ya'll smiles and feels like chewing her own arm off to escape.
Good luck with proposal (I think). Like we say, "Rest sweetie, tomorrow is another day."
Company now and more up ahead. God love 'em, I like people but rather be writing. Stomach does a flip over when they say, "We don't have to be back for 4 or 5 days, got plenty of time. If ya'll don't mind." So ya'll smiles and feels like chewing her own arm off to escape.Good luck with proposal (I think). Like we say, "Rest sweetie, tomorrow is another day."
You drove to Pretoria? I thought you had to march to Pretoria.Good morning, kiddies. How're y'all doin' today?
TMI
I guess I won't be asking that question again.
In other news: I had to go to Pretoria again yesterday. Completely different part of the city to the last time. It's an hour's drive from my home but I gave it an extra hour, in case I got motherless lost, like I did last month. Ha. I found the place first time - didn't even need to stop and check the map!!! So I parked around the block and read my book for an hour. A one-hour appointment with the school (very posh, very private, very expensive) turned into two hours and then another hour's drive home - and I fell asleep on the couch. I think I'm getting too old for this. I think the American expression is, 'plum worn out', right?
I'm not sure if you're thinking of the song, or the brave African women who marched against the apartheid regime - but, either way, on a five-lane freeway, with South African drivers, (!) I ain't marching. I might sing a little. Very softly.
But talking of songs, pup. I have a very special one, just for you. I'll post it here for you tomorrow.
And will y'all look at JJ! He's misty-eyed. Isn't that sweet?
I'm not sure if you're thinking of the song, or the brave African women who marched against the apartheid regime - but, either way, on a five-lane freeway, with South African drivers, (!) I ain't marching. I might sing a little. Very softly.
But talking of songs, pup. I have a very special one, just for you. I'll post it here for you tomorrow.
And will y'all look at JJ! He's misty-eyed. Isn't that sweet?
Pretoria.
I had no idea that song had ever been recorded. Well, certainly not by the Smothers Brothers! How awesome is that??!!
Okay, I promised you a song, so here it is. It's about Haggissesss' cousin.
I'm hoping Bardskye can create a tune for it - something along the lines of aho down hoedown, perhaps?
The Ballad of Haggissopoulis.
He had the oddest balalaika in the Balkans.
But Haggissopoulis, the maestro, didn’t care,
That its bottom had a dent,
And its neck was slightly bent,
‘Cos he’d haul it out and play it anywhere.
His mother told him not to do it outdoors.
The priests told him it was a mortal sin.
But nuns from across the border,
Declared themselves an open order
When they saw him, so he refused to keep it in.
In the market place he was the main attraction.
People moved toward him like the tide.
If they could care to hum it,
He would dare to strum it,
And this was how his fame spread far and wide.
At the Parthenon he had the tourists rocking.
In Constantinople, women fainted by the score.
But the youngsters clapped with glee,
On the shores of Sicily,
When he stood right up and gave them all an encore.
In Rome he had the Romans do it his way.
In Spain, the toreadors marveled at his power.
And then in gay ‘Paree’,
The crowds all yelled, ‘Oui, Oui!’
As he performed right there beneath the Eiffel tower.
The British weren’t too sure about his decorum.
The London bobbies told him, ‘’Ere, mate, move along.’
But on the BBC, it was seen,
Him being knighted by the queen,
Which shows that even royal ladies get their groove on.
The Germans took a while to understand it.
It wasn’t quite the show they would have chosen.
But they declared it all just fine,
And toasted him with stein,
When he did it wearing nought but lederhosen.
In Russia he was viewed with much suspicion.
The KGB sure watched him everywhere.
But the Cossacks thought him neat,
When they picked up on his beat,
And danced right along with him on the Red Square.
The Romanians were all dazzled by his talent.
A flash, they said, that’s quite beyond the spectrum
A pretty girl in Bucharest,
Said, ‘Good lord, he is the best’,
And begged for him to autograph her plectrum.
So you see that he’s become a living legend.
As the saying goes, ‘You can’t keep a good dawg down.’
So please show your elation,
With a grand standing ovation,
When Haggissopoulis and his balalaika come to town.
<-----Haggissopoulis.
I'm hoping Bardskye can create a tune for it - something along the lines of a
The Ballad of Haggissopoulis.
He had the oddest balalaika in the Balkans.
But Haggissopoulis, the maestro, didn’t care,
That its bottom had a dent,
And its neck was slightly bent,
‘Cos he’d haul it out and play it anywhere.
His mother told him not to do it outdoors.
The priests told him it was a mortal sin.
But nuns from across the border,
Declared themselves an open order
When they saw him, so he refused to keep it in.
In the market place he was the main attraction.
People moved toward him like the tide.
If they could care to hum it,
He would dare to strum it,
And this was how his fame spread far and wide.
At the Parthenon he had the tourists rocking.
In Constantinople, women fainted by the score.
But the youngsters clapped with glee,
On the shores of Sicily,
When he stood right up and gave them all an encore.
In Rome he had the Romans do it his way.
In Spain, the toreadors marveled at his power.
And then in gay ‘Paree’,
The crowds all yelled, ‘Oui, Oui!’
As he performed right there beneath the Eiffel tower.
The British weren’t too sure about his decorum.
The London bobbies told him, ‘’Ere, mate, move along.’
But on the BBC, it was seen,
Him being knighted by the queen,
Which shows that even royal ladies get their groove on.
The Germans took a while to understand it.
It wasn’t quite the show they would have chosen.
But they declared it all just fine,
And toasted him with stein,
When he did it wearing nought but lederhosen.
In Russia he was viewed with much suspicion.
The KGB sure watched him everywhere.
But the Cossacks thought him neat,
When they picked up on his beat,
And danced right along with him on the Red Square.
The Romanians were all dazzled by his talent.
A flash, they said, that’s quite beyond the spectrum
A pretty girl in Bucharest,
Said, ‘Good lord, he is the best’,
And begged for him to autograph her plectrum.
So you see that he’s become a living legend.
As the saying goes, ‘You can’t keep a good dawg down.’
So please show your elation,
With a grand standing ovation,
When Haggissopoulis and his balalaika come to town.
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Okay, I promised you a song, so here it is. It's about Haggissesss' cousin.
I'm hoping Bardskye can create a tune for it - something along the lines of aho downhoedown, perhaps?
[FONT=&] The Ballad of Haggissopoulis.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]He had the oddest balalaika in the Balkans.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]But Haggissopoulis, the maestro, didn’t care,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]That its bottom had a dent,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]And its neck was slightly bent,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]‘Cos he’d haul it out and play it anywhere. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]His mother told him not to do it outdoors.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]The priests told him it was a mortal sin.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]But nuns from across the border,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]Declared themselves an open order[/FONT]
[FONT=&]When they saw him, so he refused to keep it in. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]In the market place he was the main attraction.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]People moved toward him like the tide.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]If they could care to hum it,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]He would dare to strum it,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]And this was how his fame spread far and wide.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]At the Parthenon he had the tourists rocking.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]In Constantinople, women fainted by the score.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]But the youngsters clapped with glee,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]On the shores of Sicily,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]When he stood right up and gave them all an encore. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]In Rome he had the Romans do it his way.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]In Spain, the toreadors marveled at his power. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]And then in gay ‘Paree’,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]The crowds all yelled, ‘Oui, Oui!’[/FONT]
[FONT=&]As he performed right there beneath the Eiffel tower. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]The British weren’t too sure about his decorum.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]The London bobbies told him, ‘’Ere, mate, move along.’[/FONT]
[FONT=&]But on the BBC, it was seen,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]Him being knighted by the queen,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]Which shows that even royal ladies get their groove on.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]The Germans took a while to understand it.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]It wasn’t quite the show they would have chosen.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]But they declared it all just fine,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]And toasted him with stein,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]When he did it wearing nought but lederhosen. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]In Russia he was viewed with much suspicion.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]The KGB sure watched him everywhere.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]But the Cossacks thought him neat,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]When they picked up on his beat,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]And danced right along with him on the Red Square. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]The Romanians were all dazzled by his talent.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]A flash, they said, that’s quite beyond the spectrum[/FONT]
[FONT=&]A pretty girl in Bucharest,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]Said, ‘Good lord, he is the best’,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]And begged for him to autograph her plectrum. [/FONT]
[FONT=&]So you see that he’s become a living legend.[/FONT]
[FONT=&]As the saying goes, ‘You can’t keep a good dawg down.’[/FONT]
[FONT=&]So please show your elation,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]With a grand standing ovation,[/FONT]
[FONT=&]When Haggissopoulis and his balalaika come to town. [/FONT]
<-----Haggissopoulis.
Wow! A musical pup (sorry, didn't want to try and spell Chi-wa-wah) and a haunting tune. Entertainment at it's best. Pretoria? I'm intrigued, sounds like a perfect Sci-fi city. I put on my best thick skin suit and submitted some words over at SYW. I checked for holes in the armor but think I already feel a cold breeze in the back end. It'll be okay, I think. I still have enough teeth to grit and I took the rocks out of my pockets, in case temptation got the best of me. Oh, do tell me about Pretoria.
