Free association thread 2

[NaokoSmith]

Hello, Honey

And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.

'Lo Sugar

There ought to be acrobats and elephants, too probably! We need Ogg's naughty elephants, LOL.

 

[SamScribble]

'Lo Sugar

There ought to be acrobats and elephants, too probably! We need Ogg's naughty elephants, LOL.

And bread. Bread and circuses.

 

[NaokoSmith]

And bread. Bread and circuses.

Yes, a nice crusty cottage loaf.

 

[oggbashan]

Yes, a nice crusty cottage loaf.

Or crumpets (with jam and clotted cream of course).

 

[NaokoSmith]

Or crumpets (with jam and clotted cream of course).

I will keep some Welsh crumpet(s) hot for you, dear. Even if it raises the GDP so high here that the World Bank become suspicious and start to investigate the dark underbelly of the Welsh non-economy <snerk>.


Jam first - the Cornish way, of course.

 

[oggbashan]

I will keep some Welsh crumpet(s) hot for you, dear. Even if it raises the GDP so high here that the World Bank become suspicious and start to investigate the dark underbelly of the Welsh non-economy <snerk>.


Jam first - the Cornish way, of course.

Forget the jam - the Devon way. They have too much cream and must use it up somehow.

Aside: I remember back in the early 1960s that Cornish (or Devon) clotted cream was only available in those counties. Holidaymakers were expected to send it to their friends at home by post in aluminium tins. It was sold in 1/4 lb, half pound and one pound tins. In those days the Royal Mail was so reliable that the cream would arrive in less than 24 hours and still be fresh.

Another aside: Back in the 1920s and 1930s, if my father was expected to be working overtime, he could send a postcard before noon and it would arrive to tell his mother, or later his wife, that he would be late home that evening. There were six deliveries a day in London.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Another aside: Back in the 1920s and 1930s, if my father was expected to be working overtime, he could send a postcard before noon and it would arrive to tell his mother, or later his wife, that he would be late home that evening. There were six deliveries a day in London.

Sacrilege! Must have the jam. See those lovely scones in the Soccer thread. That's homemade Welsh jam.

Nowadays, of course, if I do get a personal postcard from a friend not an FB posting , I say: "Ah, I can phone up! They must be back from holiday now."

 

[Handley_Page]

Forget the jam - the Devon way. They have too much cream and must use it up somehow.

Aside: I remember back in the early 1960s that Cornish (or Devon) clotted cream was only available in those counties. Holidaymakers were expected to send it to their friends at home by post in aluminium tins. It was sold in 1/4 lb, half pound and one pound tins. In those days the Royal Mail was so reliable that the cream would arrive in less than 24 hours and still be fresh.

Another aside: Back in the 1920s and 1930s, if my father was expected to be working overtime, he could send a postcard before noon and it would arrive to tell his mother, or later his wife, that he would be late home that evening. There were six deliveries a day in London.

I remember those pots of cream; very tasty.
In 1964, I was posted to a remote military base in wild Wiltshire.
My then girl friend was on a remote farm in Cheshire.
I got a letter from her which had taken 14 hours to go from her hand, to mine.
(7pm collection, 9am delivery)

Conan-Doyle remarks somewhere about the 5pm delivery.

 

[MichaelinChina]

I remember those pots of cream; very tasty.
In 1964, I was posted to a remote military base in wild Wiltshire.
My then girl friend was on a remote farm in Cheshire.
I got a letter from her which had taken 14 hours to go from her hand, to mine.
(7pm collection, 9am delivery)

Conan-Doyle remarks somewhere about the 5pm delivery.

I was born at about 5 pm. just sayin lol..

 

[Handley_Page]

I was born at about 5 pm. just sayin lol..

Ah - 5pm.
That's when the "Knocking off" whistle gets blown.

 

[MichaelinChina]

Ah - 5pm.
That's when the "Knocking off" whistle gets blown.

for some! I left that all behind years ago.

 

[NaokoSmith]

for some! I left that all behind years ago.

Behind ... what to associate with that?

Begin the beguine

 

[SamScribble]

Behind ... what to associate with that?

Begin the beguine

Hello, Honey

My 11-year-old self trying to play the clarinet like Artie Shaw; my teacher frowning a lot.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Hello, Honey

My 11-year-old self trying to play the clarinet like Artie Shaw; my teacher frowning a lot.

'Lo Sugar!

Acker Bilk, LOL.
And I am cheatingly going to associate on from there to James Galway Song of the Seashore (Hamabe no Uta) which we were so pleased to be able to get on CD, so we could play it to my Japanese grandmother.

 

[Handley_Page]

'Lo Sugar!

Acker Bilk, LOL.
And I am cheatingly going to associate on from there to James Galway Song of the Seashore (Hamabe no Uta) which we were so pleased to be able to get on CD, so we could play it to my Japanese grandmother.

I'd not heard this, but I'd love to hear it played on a real Japanese flute.

 

[NaokoSmith]

I'd not heard this, but I'd love to hear it played on a real Japanese flute.

It's a folk song. My grandmother used to sing along to James Galway, bless her. She was very tiny with snowy white hair which she wore back-combed and high on her head.

I think there was a song about a Princess traveling across a desert too. Maybe I made that up. Or maybe I am going to make it up when I finally finish with the werewolves, LOL.

 

[MichaelinChina]

It's a folk song. My grandmother used to sing along to James Galway, bless her. She was very tiny with snowy white hair which she wore back-combed and high on her head.

I think there was a song about a Princess traveling across a desert too. Maybe I made that up. Or maybe I am going to make it up when I finally finish with the werewolves, LOL.

btw - The shakuhachi is a Japanese bamboo flute and those who play it partake in a long tradition touching on philosophy, physical and mental well-being, literature, sex and spiritual practice.


Priscilla..Queen of the Desert (had to be)..

 

[NaokoSmith]

btw - The shakuhachi is a Japanese bamboo flute and those who play it partake in a long tradition touching on philosophy, physical and mental well-being, literature, sex and spiritual practice.


Priscilla..Queen of the Desert (had to be)..

The shoe, the shoe, the shoe! Love the shoe!

http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/0/1811/768015/valpnow_com-priscilla_queen_of_the_desert_900.jpg

 

[SamScribble]

The shoe, the shoe, the shoe! Love the shoe!

http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/0/1811/768015/valpnow_com-priscilla_queen_of_the_desert_900.jpg

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe ...

 

[NaokoSmith]

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe ...

Buckles and bows.

(Oh dear, HP will be cross when he sees I've stretched the thread!)

 

[MichaelinChina]

Buckles and bows.

(Oh dear, HP will be cross when he sees I've stretched the thread!)

a stretch of the imagination

 

[NaokoSmith]

a stretch of the imagination

A leap of faith.

 

[SamScribble]

A leap of faith.

Adam Faith

Long before 'celebrity brands' were the thing, a family friend brought me an Adam Faith shirt back from London. I loved it. I can still smell it to this day.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Adam Faith

Long before 'celebrity brands' were the thing, a family friend brought me an Adam Faith shirt back from London. I loved it. I can still smell it to this day.

I should think you can, if you have been wearing it since then.

I have a nice t-shirt which I have been wearing recently. Across the chest is emblazoned:

FCUK Football. What about me!

Although I acksherly do enjoy a good ball game.

 

[Handley_Page]

Adam Faith

Long before 'celebrity brands' were the thing, a family friend brought me an Adam Faith shirt back from London. I loved it. I can still smell it to this day.

"What do you want if you don't want money,
"What do you want if you don't want gold,
etc..

I should think you can, if you have been wearing it since then.

I have a nice t-shirt which I have been wearing recently. Across the chest is emblazoned:

FCUK Football. What about me!

Although I acksherly do enjoy a good ball game.

So do I, but not necessarily on a field.