I'll remove this if someone representing the now-defunct "Punch" insists, but it's so wise and truthful that I think Sillince's work should be more widely known.
Thanks for the kind welcome. And that your wife and you like Myles na gCopaleen! Ah ... October 5th, I shall have a "neat" drop of whiskey on the four of us. :)
Sean: I think Myles had enough for the three of us. Have you done that Flann O'Brien Dublin pub-crawl guided tourist trail? Slainte.
Dearieme: I gave up smoking 30 years ago, yet love the smell of pipe tobacco. Instant civilised contentment. Do you watch that Sunday night hopsital soap (the Royal?) set in the 60s, where the surgeon always has his teeth clecnhed round a pipe stem? I half expect to see him knock the dottle out in an opened chest cavity. They're so good for little theatrical flourishes.
By W A Sillince (1906-1974)
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Ah, the pleasure of leisure. :)
Dropped by via James, and the corners of my mouth immediately started an expedition to the ear-lobes.
Thanks.
Welcome, Sean. Sometimes a picture truly is worth a thousand words.
Oh, and my wife and I are both fans of Flann O'Brien (aka Brian O'Nolan). Though you have to take him slowly, like neat whiskey.
Thanks for the kind welcome.
And that your wife and you like Myles na gCopaleen! Ah ... October 5th, I shall have a "neat" drop of whiskey on the four of us. :)
You don't see many pipes nowadays, do you? No wonder people are so rude.
Sean: I think Myles had enough for the three of us. Have you done that Flann O'Brien Dublin pub-crawl guided tourist trail? Slainte.
Dearieme: I gave up smoking 30 years ago, yet love the smell of pipe tobacco. Instant civilised contentment. Do you watch that Sunday night hopsital soap (the Royal?) set in the 60s, where the surgeon always has his teeth clecnhed round a pipe stem? I half expect to see him knock the dottle out in an opened chest cavity. They're so good for little theatrical flourishes.
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