Where do dreams come from?
I had the most unusual dream last night. In the dream I looked out the conservatory window and saw that two member of the Hollies, Graham Nash and Alan Clarke, were standing chatting in my garden. I opened the door and went out to greet them. They were talking about a song that had been in the charts when I was a schoolboy. The song was entitled 'Heart of Stone' and sung by an Irish gentleman called Kenny.
Kenny - Heart Of Stone - 1973 - YouTube
I invited Alan Clarke and Graham Nash into my house but they declined and left the garden by the side gate.
Just where did that come from?
Graham Nash
You were trying to make yourself interesting, Gene.
ReplyDeleteNo chance.
Brother James Airhead, SJ.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUcLAv0vNk0
ReplyDeleteDetters I am surprised your friend 'A Genuine Christian Believer' hasn't shown up on this thread so far. Oh! well, perhaps he/she has lost his/her Christian faith.
ReplyDeleteActually if he/she does show up I would like to ask him/her some questions about the arsenokoiai.
And speaking of the arsenokoitai, how is your gay nephew these days? Oops! sorry, I forgot. You wouldn't know as you two have not reconciled yet.
GENE
If you are trying to needle Detterling, Gene, then you are wasting your time. "A Genuine Christian Believer" is not Detterling's friend for the good reason that Detterling hasn't the faintest idea who she or he is.
Delete"Actually if he/she does show up I would like to ask him/her some questions about the arsenokoiai."
There's nothing to stop you doing that, Gene: simply go back to the thread s/he posted on and ask your questions.
"Oops! sorry, I forgot. You wouldn't know as you two have not reconciled yet."
Ah yes, that desperate nonsense where you offered to counsel Detterling and his nephew over a breach in their relationship that you had invented in one of your most piffling fictions. The breach was non-existent, and the idea of your counselling anybody beyond ridiculous, but this barrel-scraping needling is fooling no-one. Detterling has stopped this painfully terrible blog in its tracks, you don't know what to do next, and you are terrified of getting it wrong and finding out the hard way that Detterling keeps his promises.
St Labia Maioria of the Pubes, Patron Saint of the Order of Stupid Twats.