Why don’t we d-do it in the road? Mmm
Why don’t we do it in the road? Ah
Why don’t we do it in the road? Mmm
Why don’t we do it in the road? Mmm
No one will be watching us
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Apparently, Paul McCartney was inspired to write this song after witnessing two monkeys having sex in the middle of the road in India. He described it as a liberating sight.
I’m not so sure about this one.
Grateful thanks to Phil Taylor for the photo.
I make no further comment here, as this short missive speaks for itself.
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This is a copy of a post I formerly published on another of my websites, some considerable time ago.
It demonstrates quite clearly the offhand and demeaning treatment to anyone in the UK who is on the ‘radar’ of the UK’s so-called Benefit system.
It also demonstrates the patently obvious poor quality of employees who ‘manned’ the telephones purporting to give ‘help’ and ‘assistance’ to the general public.
The poor individual I spoke to, had no idea that I was recording our conversation, but having had to put up with stupidity and ignorance before with these folks, I was determined to capture exactly, what was said between us. He was also unaware of what lay in wait for him, as I have to admit here, that I knew exactly what I wanted to ask, having ascertained what I was entitled to.
My ‘interviewing’ technique may seem a little cruel to others, but in all honesty, I actually enjoyed his all-too-apparent discomfort, naughty of me I know. In retrospect, here was an individual who should never have been placed into a public-facing role.
It is said the ‘pride comes before a fall’. The ‘old’ folks know best, and several times I have witnessed both the ‘pride’, and consequent ‘fall’, of pompous idiots. A colloquial expression that springs to mind about such a person, usually, but not exclusively a male, is that they have their heads so far up their own arse, their brains have turned to shit.
By far the most dramatic example I have ever witnessed was whilst working at a fully-functional Power Station, whilst constructing an extension to a switch-house.
In this short but true tale, I have changed the names involved, and also the name of the station itself. This event took place very early in my ‘career’ as a steel-erector, and like other power stations, it was unceremoniously dismantled some time ago.
Looking around Britain, and other locations in the world, it would seem that the only ‘stuff’ we build that actually survives, are the walls built to keep us apart, both physically and metaphorically.
Can’t See The Trees For The Wood
What’s around me, I can’t see, After all, I’m just a tree.
One Grafitti, Two Grafitti,
Three Grafitti, Four.
Five Grafitti, Six Grafitti,
Seven Graffiti, Raw.
View from Faro Station
I was given six,
Now there’s only four.
By the end of today,
I’ll have ate two more.
When the last two are gone,
What to do then?
Take a little walk?
See a friendly hen?
Thanks J & L. The Egg sandwich was a rare delight.
P.S. Do you coo encouragement at them in Portuguese, but curse diminished output in English?
The couple living across the road are Portuguese, quiet, shy and retiring.
To put that another way, they run like Hell, if I put my size 12’s outside my door. Well, at least they did until a couple of days ago.
Turns out they like Fado music – Mariza in particular, and will sit outside my open door listening, hypnotised, as I am, with the beautiful voice and music.
Even when approached, as I had done to take this photo, they appeared calm, and less skittish.
Fado Cats
I’m a Fado cat,
I’ve just found out.
I used to run like Hell,
When he was about.
Since he plays those tunes,
I just sit and sway,
Even when he’s there,
I can’t run away.
A Fado cat,
A Fado cat,
To Hell with running,
Just fancy that!
A Fado cat,
I want to stay,
Just sit swaying here,
Don’t go away.
Don’t want no food,
Don’t want no play,
Just listen to Fado,
Here I’ll stay.
A Fado cat,
‘Cos now I know,
There’s no where else,
I’d rather go.
I’m A Fado cat,
A Fado cat,
To Hell with running,
I’m finished with that.
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