Pedro

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  • Birthday 07/02/1954

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  1. I was culling the contents of my attic and came across a little book first printed in 1991.’Bluff Your Way in Whisky’ ISBN 18543648. I thought the first paragraph of the introduction worth sharing:- “The wonderful thing about whisky - apart from drinking it - is that it contains more bluffing elements than almost any other subject: far more than supply-side economics, more even than wine. Wine can breed envy, discord and snobbery. Supply-side economics produced Donald Trump.” Bluffer’s Guides are/were a series of little books containing facts, jargon and all you need to know for instant expertise. They were usually written by people who were professionals in the subject.
  2. Oops posted twice by mistake.
  3. Seasonal Poetry

    Thank you Camy and Bi-janus for joining in. Great pieces both but, Camy, I have to ask - just what colour handkerchiefs did you get from that aunt? Perhaps I give to much away by asking that question. Bi-janus I like and agree with your main thrust, but I have the suspicion there are some references I have not picked up on. I shall have to study it some more. Chris R : you credit me with unwarranted erudition. I blame Parker Owens series on Gay Authors for introducing me to the form. See https://www.gayauthors.org/story/parker-owens/cider-press/ . I believe the term used for the linked form he and I have used is ‘Interlocked’. The interlocking appeals to my mathematical side. I think it makes the poem feel more complete especially with the B rhyme of the last verse linking back to the A of the first. (Not sure ‘complete’ quite the word I am looking for! Fulfilled perhaps?)
  4. Seasonal Poetry

    Good one Cole. Thanks for joining the party. Anyone else? James? James? Bijanus-Bijanus? Maybe even all three?
  5. Seasonal Poetry

    A Yuletide Rubaiyat By Pedro ‘’Tis the season to be jolly Disapproval would be folly’ (to quote Tom Lehrer’s yuletide song) And so, needs must, I kiss Aunt Dolly. I know it is unkind and wrong As I against her old maid’s pong Do pucker up and hold my nose And for another’s kiss do long. Not Susie’s, Janet’s, Jill’s or Mo’s Or daughters of those my mother knows, Nor Cousin Freda, whom we call Fred, Although with girlish charm she glows. Their kiss leads not to marriage bed, Though mother wants to have me wed, They are not where my passions flow Or where my secret thoughts have led. Fear not, my love, for you must know Their kisses ’neath the mistletoe All compare as prick of holly To yours, my dearest, sweet lip’d Joe. © Copyright Pedro December 2017
  6. Welfare Info?

    I used to get given bread and butter pudding at school and thought it horrible. Now I see why. Made with ordinary sliced bread, it had no sauce and none of the interesting ingredients on James list - those measured in spoons - and certainly no booze. (1 tablesoon -that seems like a lot of vanilla? ). The top was passable if it had got crunchy in the oven, the rest was just a slobby mess, probably partly due to not enough eggs. The Spanish have a version that is basically creme caramel reinforced with bread. Served cold. Delicious, definitely not bread pudding as I knew it.
  7. Contesting personal freedoms

    Or are dug up by the authorities and reinterpreted to suppress something they don't like.
  8. Contesting personal freedoms

    When I was at school it was standard practice for pupils to be addressed by their family name, with qualifiers as necessary to avoid confusion. To a large extent that applied to pupil-pupil interaction as well. The main exception would be your own peer group who might use nicknames. First names, if used at all, would only be with close friends (if you had any!) or members of staff on rare, usually informal, occasions. It was a single sex school. Maybe there was something to be said for it. It certainly avoided all kinds of pitfalls and pratfalls. I remember being upset when another boy's father was trying to teach me to swim. Hoping to make me feel more comfortable he used my father''s nickname for me, which I hated. I suppose it was better than my nickname at school which was very uncomplimentary. Fortunately, I managed to make sure that did not follow me when I changed schools. These days, my new nickname there would have attracted the attention of the PC Thought Police. I just saw the joke. Yew Trees? Longbows? Perhaps the Second Amendment should be restricted to longbows. Crafted from yew by the bearer's own hand.
  9. Without a Word Spoken

    Aaah. (Sighs) There is other work by the Ringling students available on vimeo, which can be accessed via the College site" https://www.ringling.edu/Computer-Animation scroll down to student work. Some of them had me chuckling away.
  10. By the Lough

    I saw the fun in your enuff, complaint would read in-ough! I struggle with the pronunciation and I wrote it! Perhaps I ought to swap the second verse around so the rhyming scheme in each verse would be ABAB where A=B in the first and the last is ABCABC. I thought I would be stuck with 'through' then remembered I had read that slough (usually said - 'sluff' for a snakeskin) can sometimes be pronounced 'slew'. Slough, the place about 25 miles west of London, was made famous by the poet John Betjeman in a wartime poem with the lines: "Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough It isn't fit for humans now." 'Lough' is a bit of a cheat as it is the Irish spelling of the Scots 'loch', and Loughborough (luffbruh) is another town about 120 miles NNE of London. A chough (chuff) is a bird of the crow family. I wont mention surnames except one I didn't use : Ough - apparently pronounced 'Oh!'
  11. By the Lough

    Thanks guys. A bit more specially for Cole 😆 Cole, Methought You were a versifying sort, Enjoying fun of rhyming sport And puns and scansion taut. But ‘enuff’ you do retort As I with O.U.G.H.did cavort Then maybe you were caught By the diction fraught Or were you just distraught As no word I found or bought That could be carefully wrought To match with ‘hiccough','Loughborough' or 'Lough'. Now where are my eardefenders to muffle those groans?
  12. The argument against having kids

    Jason, I feel your pain! We ran a pub for ten years and served food. Kids were sometimes allowed in pubs that did food. Soon learnt that some people shouldn't be allowed to be parents. ... Man comes in pub at lunch time. "Are you doing food, landlord?" Barman: "Yes Sir." "Do you serve children?" "Yes, How would you like them? Boiled or fried?" ... With the groans ringing in my ears, I will go back behind my sofa.
  13. By the Lough

    Funny how you can have several unconnected conversations and similar themes will be raised by the other parties. One such recent topic has been about English spelling and pronunciation. So I hope this might amuse: By T By The Lough By Pedro Escaped at last from Yorkshire's Brough On the shore sat Jimmy Clough Near outfall from the mining sough And thought on how his life were tough. Da had caught him and Davy Bough Drinking from that other trough And smacked him right hard and thorough And dumped him, skint, in next borough. So Jimmy had to earn some dough And let that smarmy git from Slough, (Here on two weeks furlough,) Hard and fast his arse to plough. Stirred from pleasant dreams of Bough By the raucous cry of chough Waked with tears, a sob, a cough, And ache of last night’s tumble rough. A drink to think and stop his hiccough. “With all this I've had enough, I'm done, I'm through. Like the snake skin on yon bough My old life I will slough (Though some say slough) And move elsewhere but not to Slough!” And so he ups and goes .. to Loughborough.
  14. The Americanization (Americanisation) of English

    But a cheque is a draft.
  15. A Younger Orogeny by Mihangel

    Good to see this as a 'Pick from the Past'. Mihangel's stories are always a good read whether it be first time round or second or third or...or..