Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Retale therapeuticals...









Marvellous ! (Mrs Goose may have seen it elsewhere...)!
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14 comments:

  1. rvi17 January 2018 at 15:12


    ....His daughter replied:

    Don't jump off the roof, dad
    You'll make a hole in the yard.
    Mother's just planted petunias
    And the digging and weeding was hard.
    So, if you must end it all, dad
    Won't you please give us a break and
    Just take a walk down the park, dad,
    And there you can jump in the lake.

    (c) Drunken Pub Song R Us Inc

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  2. Scrobs.17 January 2018 at 18:27

    Fabulous, Reevers!

    Isn't there another version somewhere too...

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  3. rvi18 January 2018 at 10:20


    I hope this works.

    But if not, please simply Google Tommy Cooper's version using the first line of the song as your search phrase.

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  4. A K Haart18 January 2018 at 21:14

    I like it - copied it to other members of the family.

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  5. goosegirl21 January 2018 at 13:15

    Boots. Boots. Boots. Boots. Marching up and down again.
    Boots. Boots. Boots. Boots. I only want some Neurofen.
    Left turn for sunburn, past the stuff that helps your piles,
    Right turn by perfume, then I see they changed the isles!
    There's optics, biotics, pedicures and manicures,
    Vitamins and herbals, even stuff for fur-balls.
    Cascara? Mascara? Neurofen - where have you gone?
    Shampoo. Body wash. Now I really need to run.
    Think I'll tell 'em where to stick it or I'll get a parking ticket.
    Tramp. Tramp. Tramp. Tramp. Feet covered in blisters.
    Stuff this lark! If I can park I'll get some from me sister's.



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  6. Anonymous22 January 2018 at 09:07

    For list lovers everywhere




    this

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  7. rvi22 January 2018 at 14:05

    That @Anon@ above twas I but don't ask me the my nom de plume did not register...

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  8. goosegirl23 January 2018 at 11:22

    Brilliant! Perhaps your nom-de-plume didn't register because you couldn't find it???

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  9. Scrobs.23 January 2018 at 18:31

    I reckon there's two of you, Reevers!

    Why not just email me at scroblene ((at)) gmail.com, and I'll post it all for you. Keep your name secret if you want, I know you're really Lord Lucan in a hat...

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  10. Scrobs.23 January 2018 at 18:32

    I think Reevers plume de ma tante is a bit of a variance on his medication, Goosey, can you register a bit of your bedside manner for him, then just - er - pop round here for a bit..;0)

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  11. Anonymous24 January 2018 at 08:48

    Sad news

    Mon postillion a ete frappe par un coup de foudre.

    (Serves him right for stealing my pen!).

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  12. rvi24 January 2018 at 09:10

    AGHH - it has done it again.

    I think our host has been fiddling with his equipment....

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  13. goosegirl25 January 2018 at 13:47

    rvi - don't worry, help is at hand! I'll just fluff up my plumage then wing over to you to correct your riding position but only if you let me partake some of your foudre. I presume it is VAT-free!

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  14. rvi26 January 2018 at 05:54


    Happily, nothing to do with MY riding position. That idiot postillion fell off the back of the stagecoach when the lightning struck him. Alas poor Yorick, I knew him reasonably well...

    ... and now I must away to my Club (where I hear there is plenty of crumpet on the menu today).

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