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  • Till.

    Till the moon deserts the sky
    till all the seas run dry
    till then I'll worship you.

    Till the tropic sun grows cold
    till this young world grows old
    my darling I'll adore you.

    You are my reason to live
    all I own I would give
    just to have you adore me.

    Till the rivers flow up stream
    till lovers cease to dream
    till then I'm yours
    be mine.

  • All Greek to me.

    I've gone and done it and it will be a first for me, yep, all booked and paid for, a holiday outside of the UK.

    Never done that before, did do a day trip to Guernsey once and travelled in a plane from Glasgow to Birmingham, obviously came back as well.

    Had to find somewhere that Hazel has never visited and that reduced the list of places that I might have gone to. We have decided on Corfu, at a place called Roda.

    This is where I hope someone may help me. Any first hand information that you could provide about the place, things to do, places to visit would be a great help, as would any places/things to avoid.

    Any suggestions eagerly awaited.

  • Closing with HUMOUR.

    Time for bed, but before I go,

    Edward I of England comes to Scotland to conquer the Scots.
    He brings 4,000 men with him. As he nears the battlefield,
    there suddenly appears a solitary figure on the crest of the hill.
    A short, ginger-haired guy in a kilt. "Hammer o' the Scots?" yells
    the wee Scottish guy on the hill. "Comeup here, ya English
    bastards, and I'll give ye a hammerin'!"

    Edward turns to his commander. "Send 20 men to deal with that
    little Scottish upstart, there's a goodchap!" he says. The commander
    sends twenty of his best men over the hill to kill the Scotsman.

    Ten minutes later, at the crest of the hill, the little Scot
    appears again. "Ya English diddies!" he yells. "Come on the rest of ye!!
    Come on, I'll have ye all!"

    Edward is getting somewhat annoyed. He turns to his commander.
    "Send 100 men to kill that little guttersnipe!" The commander sends a
    hundred men over the hill to do the job.

    Ten minutes later, the little Scot appears at the top of the hill once more,
    his hair all sticking up, his shirt a wee bit torn. "Ya English SCUM!" he yells.
    "I'm just warming up!! Come and get me, ya English shite!!

    "Edward loses patience. "Commander, take 400 men and personally
    WIPE HIM OFF THE EARTH!" he yells. The commander gulps, but leads
    four hundred men on horse back over the crest of the hill.

    Ten minutes later, the little Scotsman is back. His clothing is all torn, his
    face is covered in blood, snot and Irn-Bru. "Is that the best ye can do???
    You're bloody WUMMIN!!! Come on!! Come and have a go ya bunch of
    Jessies!!!" he yells. Edward turns to his second in command. "Take 1,000
    men over that hill and don't come back till you've killed him!" he commands.
    The second-in-command gathers the men and they ride off over the hill to
    their fate.

    Ten minutes later, one of the English troops appears back at the top of the
    hill. He's covered in blood and his clothes are all torn.

    "Your Majesty!" he yells. "It's a trap!!! There's TWO of them!!!"

    Good night all.

  • Help the coppers do their job.

    After 11 years we are well aware that statements issued by any part of our Government should be taken with a large pinch of salt, I tend to believe the latest, "Crime will rise during the present recession and that police forces will be unable to cope due to lack of manpower and funding".

    May I remind Mr Brown that there is a huge amount of manpower available. The problem is that they are spread across the World and not performing their real job of protecting this country and its people.

    The members of the armed services should be recalled immediately, let The Royal Navy and The Royal Airforce patrol and protect our shoreline and ports from illegal immigrants and drug runners, the Army can take over much of the day to day work of the police, ie, crowd control, drunken night club yobs, points duties etc and allow the experts to fight the criminals.

  • Lollipop Quiz.

    As a very lowly member of the good ship Lollipop I have been invited to partake in a quiz, everyone is invited, so that dosen't make me very special. See, http://goodshiplollipop.blog.co.uk/2008/09/01/another-quiz-so-get-your-teams-together-4668219

    REMEMBER NO CHEATING

    1. What was the name of the first Roman Emperor....Caligula?

    2. In which part of the body are red blood cells made..Liver?

    3. What is the largest mountain in Africa..Kilimanjaro?

    4. Who is Captain of Blogship Lollipop...No idea, never been invited from my place in the bowels of the ship.

    5. Where is Nelsons Column..London, and many other places such as the very first to be erected at Glasgow Green.

    6. What are Bonsai.. Baby trees?

    7. What is a baby Kangaroo called...Joey?

    8. Who runs the blogships boutique..Dunno, possibly Stead and Simpson or Dolcis?

    9. In which Ocean is Christmas Island..Pacific?

    10. Who is President of New Zealand..Ah, you got me there.

    11. What blogger makes the best cocktails on board ship..I didn't even know that there was a bar and they don't allow alcohol down here in the bowels of the ship.

    12. Is the Tropic of Capricorn north or south of the equator..Yes.

    13. What is a Samoi..A sausage dog?

    14. What year did the Titanic hit an iceberg..1906? or 1916?

    15. Who painted the Sistine Chapel..Michelangelo?

  • Elvis? Not quite.

    It was a good Saturday night and I had been looking forward to it for about 6 weeks, that's when I booked the tickets,nice and early, middle of the front row.

    I didn't wear my white "Jump suit", only because I don't have one, I did always want one, but that was when I was a little younger. A good place The Motherwell Civic Theatre, you can get your drinks at the bar and take them to your seat, it makes for quite a noisy night.

    A good stage setting, just like the real Elvis stage set, the name "Elvis" lit up over the positions for three guitarists, drummer, piano and two girl vocalists.

    The lights go down and a voice sings, "Well since my baby left me, I've found a new place to dwell" and the spotlight falls on a young man, white jacket, black shirt and black trousers, holding a guitar and swaying his hips.

    I am sitting very close and, to be quite honest, he dosen't really look like Elvis, I close my eyes and listen, well, he dosen't really sound like Elvis, but, it's an Elvis song and the backing band are first class.

    The first hour flies by with all of those old Elvis favourites from the early days, the second hour, black leather suit, takes us through the middle period of hits, no, our Elvis never gets old or over weight.

    These were my days, These were my memories, yes, at times, there were tears in my eyes, "I can't help falling in love with you".

    No, it was not Elvis, but I would go back and see the show anytime.

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