A LOST PLEASURE PERHAPS
As you know I do not work away from home very much. Some would say I have never worked much at all but that is not the point here.
But sometimes i am thrust into public workplaces a few times in the year and I have begun to notice something.
Fewer and fewer people whistle when they work.
This is sad.
Monday, October 13, 2008
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Fewer and fewer people whistle when they are not working.
Anyway, what is there to whiatle about?
Crumpet Anticant crumpets !
Does Zola want to go back to his Walt Disney Land?
Builders still do, don't they, when the hot-totty walk on by? And they don't have tight trousers. But not them Polish ones. Who would never leer at women. And who always tighten up their trousers. Good Catholics they be. Praise be to the Lord.
I've just had a scrumptious crumpet for tea, but not the sort you're thinking of, Zola.
Now now you guys and gals keep to the subject.
We all know that to whistle is the mark of a virgin and a farter is not a virgin.
What has the whistle to do with this?
It is the lack of pure priestly-ness methinks.
Does Baron Mandelson whistle or fart?
Probably both. Most of us do.
Yes Anticant but most of us, unlike Baron Mandelson, cannot manage to do both things at once and for so long all at the same time.
However by all accounts he sometimes gets his ends mixed up as hit blows through his mouth like a speech from Maggi T.
I have never been able to discern the alleged political skills which others attribute to the Baron. He has always struck me as someone who scares others by throwing hissy fits.
His Grandpa, the thuggish Cockney Cheeky Chappie Herbert Morrison, was a much more formidable operator. You probably remember the lovely story that when someone remarked to Ernie Bevin that Morrison was his own worst enemy, Bevin growled "Not while I'm alive he aint!"
Nice one Antiblue.
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