HOW TIPPLED I AM...
When playing my organ in the best traditions of a Beethoven or an 1812, or even in a tradition of the church, I do like me tipple.
Wherever would the Arts be without a tipple or two?
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11 comments:
Take care of your organ! Too many tipples will result in Brewers' Droop.
I have yet to meet a teetotal musician.
(Or, if I did I was too pissed to notice)
Damn it I must agree with you both.
Where is the fun in that I ask !
Tipple, tipple, tipple, eh, Mr Zola?
I would have you know that I come from a very good Suffolk background where a tipple is quite nice.
We do things differently in Suffolk you know.
London and Manchester and .... are really rather uncouth in comparison.
It is all about the aesthetics of the rustic you know.
Was that meant to be "How tickled I am"?
Have you ever been tippled missis?
"Do you like Kipling?"
"I don't know - I've never kippled."
Is Tippling Zola, the naked kayaker, a marine relative of Rambling Sid Rumpole?
It will take much more than that to Rumble me you know.
My mother had a great friend called Mrs Tipple. She was a Christian Scientist and a teetotaller.
But she gave lovely tea parties - one after my mother's funeral, at which I said "This is exactly the sort of occasion my mother would thoroughly have enjoyed if she had not been unavoidably prevented from being present."
I have fond memories of Mrs T.
My mother, I should add, though she wasted far too much time vainly scrutinising the turgid outpourings of Mrs Mary Baqker Eddy, had the good sense not to become a teetotaller.
Although she never tippled, at least to my knowledge.....
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