It appears that efforts are a
foot (I know I really don’t understand the saying myself), to make me tidy as I
will be going to a wedding next month at the house of Mr Charlie and Miss Jane,
they are already married so it is not them getting married. Where big posh
tents and the like will be scattered about the gardens for the massed masses
most of whom I don’t know. As it happens I don’t think Mr Charlie or Miss Jane
know many of them either so that’s OK.
We are out tomorrow night to have an Indian meal at the Indian
restaurant with them so they will be able to tell us how plans are progressing
then.
But as I was saying plans are a
foot (underway) to make me a tidy person and so today I have gained a dinner
jacket; no laughing or else I will mention you in my diary and make sure that
when the film is made by the nice Steven Spielberg, the sniggering will be done
by someone you don’t like. It is only
the jacket as the whole dinner suit would make me look like a drunken waiter
and strangers would demand strangely named cocktails from me or nibbles on a
silver tray. The plan is to turn me into a posh eccentric so I will get to wear
a flashing, revolving bow tie, musical cufflinks and other accessories worn by
posh folk that us scruffy lefties from the working class don’t understand. It
does appear the dinner jacket was a bargain at M&S for £35.00 so that is OK I
like bargains.
Miss I and Mr S
have just called by, heading to the Castle of the Bishop to have a curry there,
this is the other Indian restaurant not the one we are off to tomorrow. It is
Miss I’s birthday (happy birthday Miss I) and so they got to see my dinner
jacket, I think they sniggered, but pretended that they did not . . . . .
Ooooooo yes
tomorrow is the big meeting for the Ghost Writer, he is not a great fan of all
day meetings and would rather poke things with a pointy stick, much like myself
(no not poke me with the pointy stick).
Oooooo (again)
there is another picture delay tonight as I need to go off and draw it now and
drink tea.
If I wear you I would wear a flashy revolver, maybe a 357 magnum with a long barrel and beautiful grips.
ReplyDeleteI showed Jesus some of the pictures you draw on your blog. He liked your detail. We were both confused slightly by the Rob in the giant chicken. I told him we should imagine that it is Rob looking out a giant chicken shaped window. Business was slow at the diner this afternoon so we had a nice couple hours of chatting while I waited for the parking lot repair folks to show up. I did get one of my AC units fixed up a little today. It has some hail damage and I have speciaLLy shaped plastic combs for straightening them back out.
There appear to be people in the waLL paper of your drawing. These might be caLLed waLL peoappler. Or not.
DeleteCooper and I are avoiding the great outdoors, some wind, maybe rain, little thunder, dark clouds, and chiLLy.
I have made it back to the blog to respond to comments tonight. The sky was to say the least amazing but I did not have a camera with me so it is an image now lost for ever. I don't think I could wear a revolver, it would be very frowned upon and I would be arrested.
DeleteI am glad Jesus got to see the pictures and likes them, and when I drew the chicken I thought I needed a slight twist so I did indeed think of it as a giant chicken shaped window
Oooo yes those are the ghosts of wedding past looking at me to ensure I am looking the bees knees
DeleteI told Jesus about the giant chicken shaped window, and he said, "That must be a very large house!"
DeleteOr a very small Rob
DeleteI would never laugh at you dressed in a dinner jacket Rob Z. I might giggle a little but I would never laugh at you.
ReplyDeleteWill pop back later, to view the picture. :)
Thanks Miss Lily, I still need to put some things with it to create an interesting image that will do justice to Rob Z Tobor at a wedding.
DeletePhew it has been busy here in the last couple of days . . . . .. .
Fascinating picture Rob Z. I've spent ages looking at the figures and faces in the background. Simply mesmerizing.
DeleteThe trick is to keep scribbling with the pen.
DeleteIt will be tomorrow night now before I return to the blog, its the Ghost Writers fault and it could even be Wednesday before I get to reply to comments. Very sorry about this but the world of the real world is like that sometimes, it has different priorities.
ReplyDeleteI will be back to respond though Mr ESB and Miss Lily and anyone else passing along.
Who are you?
DeleteI wouldn't laugh either Rob......honest.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
That is very kind of you but there are folk out there who I know are going to laugh when they see me. I don't mind as it happens, I have learnt to to take myself of life too seriously.
DeleteDinner jacket?! Hahahahahahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mr Addman you are a one, it is a nice dinner jacket though and will probably end up covered in dinner.
DeleteMake sure you wear a cravat and a monocle. No-one wears monocles anymore after Sir Patrick Moore died.
ReplyDeleteI am not really a cravat sort of chap and although the thought of a monocle sounds rather cool, I fear my eye sight is so rubbish I would still have to wear my glasses at the same time and would then look a right fool.
DeleteSir Patrick Moore was a very cool chap indeed and liked a nice dinner jacket. A great loss for the universe.