Ooooh! now that was mighty clever, mr. byron! The poor man probably felt like a royal a** no doubt…
Yes milk and sugar, please…
Which reminds me of a litl story of my own. In my travels I came upon a wonderful place in the dakotas… ummm, north? No! south dakota, it was! An erosion of land known as Bear Butte. A lovely place, a holy place. And I most certainly know now, what I didn’t know then, the correct pronunciation of the word “butte.” Suffice it to say that I was actually using the anatomically version in my conversations. Pity, no one took the time to correct me. I guess they found it quite amusing for me to make a complete a** of meself. Blast them! (sigh)
Anyway, there was a native american celebration of sorts going on… somewhere behind me, and dancers were busy fixing their costumes. I thought what a beautiful photograph this would make! None of colleagues was close by, and so I asked a native gentleman if he would kindly take a photo of me in front of Bear Butt, which at the time was located behind him. I thought he was going to “position” me where he stood, and he where i. Instead he smiled, took my camera, aimed, took the picture, returned the camera back to me, and walked away. Naturally I was a bit confused, wondering what on earth did he include in the photo with me? Surely it wasn’t the mountain... I turned around discovered nothing but a bunch of native dances talking amongst themselves. Nothing especially unusual. And so I thought nothing of it for the rest of the day… for the rest of the week, that is, until I had my photos developed. That was when I saw what it was he included in the picture behind me. One of the dancers, a man, was bent at the hip, seemingly arranging something in front of his legs. He was wearing nothing but a breechcloth, and all the photo showed was me grinning happily standing right beside his beautiful bare butt!
oh she was a marvel, my dear mr. byron. we shared the same fancy when it came to men... in fact, we collaborated on the development of her "attitude" (smile.) such fine memories they were, and so much fun!
oh the same old conundrum, dear mr. byron. SSOo much of the world to conquer, so little time. and i haven't a thing to wear for the occasion! and so, here i, sit contemplating the equation over a spot of tea. care to join me?
The chocolate factory is still there. I still get lost , but thats probably just my age. The Swansea SteamPunk Association is eager to interact with other groups from around the uk. If you or your Group has a facebook page or website please inform me old man
And a very good morning to you. I must admit that your masterplan is quite compatible with mine and therefore we should be chums. As a founding membber of the Swansea SteamPunk Assocociation, I would like to extend the hand of friendship. We can be contacted also through our eponymous Facebook Group. Our prime motivation is, I must admit more gin palace and music hall, than science lab and museum. Our main aim the establishment of The Swansea SteamPunk Music Hall .All The best old man Peter Crow
sorry for not responding for a while Byron. I had forgotten i had signed up here. Green shield stamps , i havent heard of them for some time.
Are you and the other stamps going to the Asylum in Lincoln ?