> Hello all you old f.cks! �Sorry about the rude salutations, but what the
> heck! Who really cares? I shall have attained the ripe age of 56 years old this coming Monday at 3:15 PM UK time.
>From a "beautiful Jewgirl" :-) not yet 2,000 years old like your "best
friend" but gettin' there, Mazel Tov!! Ted will be 56 on Oct. 8. He
was just offered a permanent job today as a medical editor with an ad
agency, with decent pay, benefits and all! And he loves the work. At
this age and with his health problems! So life can begin anew at 56.
You got a bit of a keelhauling yesterday (learned that word from an
Aussie here). People may draw certain (negative) inferences about you
from the things you say, and then you have to pay the price for it.
But I know you and Alan to be beautiful people, in spite of your
verbiage and physicality. But you must behave yourself, especially in
front of your son. That's what JWWYTD (Jesus would want you to do).
Ted came home half-asleep last night, he works 2 jobs, but I told him:
"Baby, you must do something for me: write something about the "good
Hughie" to post in the NG, because if I do it, it'll just make things
worse" (me being well, "mud"). The poor guy really wanted to, because
he is a fan of yours, especially of your music, but he fell asleep.
Still waiting for Mo's Fantasia. Instead you send me music from a
play called "Jesus Christ".
By the way, Ted and I got a huge kick out of your best friend in the
draft of the novel you sent us being named "Boychick". But it's not
as funny to me as Ted's uncle, who was the Chief Historian for the
Marine Corps (and served in 2 wars), playing the bagpipes, indeed
teaching his whole family to do so. A long way from Poland. And
Uncle Ben's obit in the Wa. Post (under "Benis M Frank") said that he
had founded the "Scottish Games Society of Virginia." Now that's
droll.
Have a great birthday, Boychik!
Am already asleep, almost.
>From your not-so-secret admirer,
LFC
THAT started off as my news that I got a new job, and a piece of music
started on the radio - Anitra's Dance from Peer Gynt and I got distracted
thinking about exotic ladies and deserted beaches...
My new job, - I'm a newspaper delivery boy! £20 a week plus tips.It all
helps in different ways - gives me something to get up for, make breakfast
for my boy, Tiger comes with me on his leash on fair weather days. Reminds
me of when I was a kid!
chasjac too - 23 Jul 2007 12:18 GMT
> THAT started off as my news that I got a new job, and a piece of music
> started on the radio - Anitra's Dance from Peer Gynt and I got distracted
[quoted text clipped - 3 lines]
> for my boy, Tiger comes with me on his leash on fair weather days. Reminds
> me of when I was a kid!
We have been having issues with our paper delivery for a few months now.
So, if you decide to relocate to rural New York state, I'll put in a good
word for you at the Star-Gazette. :-)
--charlie

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WhiteSoxFan - 23 Jul 2007 18:02 GMT
On Jul 21, 2:12 pm, "Hugh Kearnley" <hughkearn...@btinternet.com>
wrote:
> THAT started off as my news that I got a new job, and a piece of music
> started on the radio - Anitra's Dance from Peer Gynt and I got distracted
[quoted text clipped - 3 lines]
> for my boy, Tiger comes with me on his leash on fair weather days. Reminds
> me of when I was a kid!
I can see the hit movie now. "The 56 Year Old Paperboy!" GBs latest
irreverently querky comedy in the manner of say "Saving Grace" or "The
Full Monty". And I'm sure you could pull it off Hughie by just acting
naturally! Unless they've got the extra 10 million to cast Adam
Sandler or Bob Hoskins.
WhiteSoxFan