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J. P. Gilliver (John)
2020-11-08 14:30:53 UTC
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One of my fellow councillors circulated this, and I thought UMRA might
like it. (He obviously didn't write it; if anyone knows the author,
please share, as I'd like to credit.)


I’m normally a social girl

I love to meet my mates

But lately with the virus here we can’t go out the gates.

You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now

We need to stay inside

If they haven’t seen us for a while

They’ll think we’ve upped and died.

They’ll never know the things we did

Before we got this old

There wasn’t any FaceBook

So not everything was told.

We may seem sweet old ladies

Who would never be uncouth,

But we grew up in the 60s –

If you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll

The pill and miniskirts

We smoked, we drank, we partied

And were quite outrageous flirts.

Then we settled down, got married

And turned into someone’s mum,

Somebody’s wife, then nana,

Who on earth did we become?

We didn’t mind the change of pace

Because our lives were full

But to bury us before we’re dead

Is like red rag to a bull!

So here you find me stuck inside

For 4 weeks, maybe more

I finally found myself again

Then I had to close the door!

It didn’t really bother me

I’d while away the hour

I’d bake for all the family

But I’ve got no flaming flour!

Now Netflix is just wonderful

I like a gutsy thriller

I’m swooning over Idris

Or some random sexy killer.

At least I’ve got a stash of booze

For when I’m being idle

There’s wine and whisky, even gin

If I’m feeling suicidal!

So, let’s all drink to lockdown

To recovery and health

And hope this awful virus

Doesn’t decimate our wealth.

We’ll all get through the crisis

And be back to join or mates

Just hoping I’m not far too wide

 

To fit through the flaming gates!




[Shades of "purple" do you think?]
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J. P. Gilliver. UMRA: 1960/<1985 MB++G()AL-IS-Ch++(p)***@T+H+Sh0!:`)DNAf

Anybody who thinks there can be unlimited growth in a static, limited
environment, is either mad or an economist. - Sir David Attenborough, in
Radio Times 10-16 November 2012
John Finlay
2020-11-08 16:34:07 UTC
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Post by J. P. Gilliver (John)
One of my fellow councillors circulated this, and I thought UMRA might
like it. (He obviously didn't write it; if anyone knows the author,
please share, as I'd like to credit.)
I’m normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here we can’t go out the gates.
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died.
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any FaceBook
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth,
But we grew up in the 60s –
If you only knew the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s mum,
Somebody’s wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!
It didn’t really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I’m swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whisky, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!
So, let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this awful virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth.
We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join or mates
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!
[Shades of "purple" do you think?]
Bravo!
Peter Withey
2020-11-09 10:33:53 UTC
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On Sun, 8 Nov 2020 14:30:53 +0000, "J. P. Gilliver (John)"
Post by J. P. Gilliver (John)
One of my fellow councillors circulated this, and I thought UMRA might
like it. (He obviously didn't write it; if anyone knows the author,
please share, as I'd like to credit.)
Pam Ayres!
Post by J. P. Gilliver (John)
I’m normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here we can’t go out the gates.
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died.
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any FaceBook
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth,
But we grew up in the 60s –
If you only knew the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s mum,
Somebody’s wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!
It didn’t really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I’m swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whisky, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!
So, let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this awful virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth.
We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join or mates
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
 
To fit through the flaming gates!
[Shades of "purple" do you think?]
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Pete
J. P. Gilliver (John)
2020-11-09 13:12:04 UTC
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On Sun, 8 Nov 2020 14:30:53 +0000, "J. P. Gilliver (John)"
Post by J. P. Gilliver (John)
One of my fellow councillors circulated this, and I thought UMRA might
like it. (He obviously didn't write it; if anyone knows the author,
please share, as I'd like to credit.)
Pam Ayres!
Thanks.
[]
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J. P. Gilliver. UMRA: 1960/<1985 MB++G()AL-IS-Ch++(p)***@T+H+Sh0!:`)DNAf

Linux is a car kit and Mac is a car with the hood welded shut - Mayayana in
alt.windows7.general, 2015-12-4
Hellerat
2020-11-17 16:32:17 UTC
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One of my fellow councillors circulated this, and I thought UMRA might like it. (He
obviously didn't write it; if anyone knows the author, please share, as I'd like to credit.)
I’m normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here we can’t go out the gates.
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died.
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any FaceBook
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth,
But we grew up in the 60s –
If you only knew the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s mum,
Somebody’s wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!
It didn’t really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I’m swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whisky, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!
So, let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this awful virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth.
We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join or mates
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!
[Shades of "purple" do you think?]
Thanks for the much-needed cheer, JPEG!
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Yassas,
Anne, Exceptionally Traditionally-built Hellerat
J. P. Gilliver (John)
2020-11-17 21:46:13 UTC
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Post by J. P. Gilliver (John)
One of my fellow councillors circulated this, and I thought UMRA
might like it. (He obviously didn't write it; if anyone knows the
author, please share, as I'd like to credit.)
[]
Post by Hellerat
Thanks for the much-needed cheer, JPEG!
Another one from the same author (Pam Ayres):

Tidy up the flowers in the garden,
Pruning or dividing up a clump,
Though some are not so cute,
And are harder to uproot,
Like Himalayan Balsam,
Or a Trump.

Since reading it, I've been trying to identify a tune in my head that
fitted it well - tum te tum te tum te tum te gar-, den - but can't! (I
did think of another one, which I won't mention this post, as since I
thought of it I can't think of the first one for long.)
--
J. P. Gilliver. UMRA: 1960/<1985 MB++G()AL-IS-Ch++(p)***@T+H+Sh0!:`)DNAf

If something works, thank an engineer. (Reported seen on a bumper sticker.)
Jenny M Benson
2020-11-18 11:06:55 UTC
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Post by J. P. Gilliver (John)
Tidy up the flowers in the garden,
Pruning or dividing up a clump,
Though some are not so cute,
And are harder to uproot,
Like Himalayan Balsam,
Or a Trump.
Since reading it, I've been trying to identify a tune in my head that
fitted it well - tum te tum te tum te tum te gar-, den - but can't! (I
did think of another one, which I won't mention this post, as since I
thought of it I can't think of the first one for long.)
I don't LIKE you now, Jpeg! = I've got the last few lines of a tune
going round and round and round in my head and I can't remember what the
first lines are or what the tune is.
--
Jenny M Benson
Wrexham, UK
J. P. Gilliver (John)
2020-11-18 16:11:39 UTC
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Post by J. P. Gilliver (John)
Tidy up the flowers in the garden,
Pruning or dividing up a clump,
Though some are not so cute,
And are harder to uproot,
Like Himalayan Balsam,
Or a Trump.
Since reading it, I've been trying to identify a tune in my head
that fitted it well - tum te tum te tum te tum te gar-, den - but
can't! (I did think of another one, which I won't mention this post,
as since I thought of it I can't think of the first one for long.)
I don't LIKE you now, Jpeg! = I've got the last few lines of a tune
going round and round and round in my head and I can't remember what
the first lines are or what the tune is.
OK, I'll tell you what the second one was: "I've got a luvverly bunch of
coconuts". Which fits the above pome reasonably well, but wasn't the one
I first thought of, which I think was something Edwardian or Victorian -
music hall, or something; somewhat more gentle than "coconuts" (which
I'd thought was from that era, though surprised to discover is 1944).
--
J. P. Gilliver. UMRA: 1960/<1985 MB++G()AL-IS-Ch++(p)***@T+H+Sh0!:`)DNAf

"Victory does not bring with it a sense of triumph - rather the dull numbness
of relief..." - Cecil Beaton quoted by Anthony Horowitz, RT 2015/1/3-9
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