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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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Garcon de Bullingdon: "Et, uh, Madame President Jolie-Gilf, elle was told you, um, plannayed to, uh, donner moi le cock enorme, Manu?"
Pestilent Mammon: "Certainly did, Doris, and she wants it back when you've finished, too."
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Macron: it belonged to Madame Mitterand; she used to say that all she wanted was "appiness"
Like a fine Australian wine, Mr Mike, that one still has legs. (The gag, I mean.)
cheers
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I'm sure you appreciate, Mr Verge, that this was a joke about Mitterrand who lived with his mistress, not his wife.
Fine political detail tends to fly over my head, Mr Mike - I was tipping my hat to the grand old happiness pun, one of those filthy b/w jobs that would have the adults cackling and les enfants none the wiser. Chapeau.
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"Entente cordiale sous le coq sportif et tres grande"
Nothing better than a mounted cock, Manny, n’est-ce pas?
Alas, Mr Verge has already won.
Mr Mike - just came to this, from January 2016, in my blog-snorkeling pilgrimage; both you and Mr TDG encouraged Mr Ishmael to consider a book, and on this occasion he did not demur. Interesting, and encouraging. (Hell of a post, as well, incidentally.)
http://mrishmael.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-book-of-common-pulp_1.html
cheers
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Staggering, Mr Verge. Don't know how I missed that one. Reading Andy McNab, probably.
I love the bit about the Shetland islanders and their precious jigsaw. But what a poignant, and, in hindsight, encouraging last line. Good stuff.
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He often cited Be Glad for the Song Has No Ending. That's as good as it gets down here and it is a proper consolation.
Thank you, Mr Verge, for that trip down memory lane. As Mr BB said, a staggering read. I always admired Mr I's skill for writing with different voices. He was very perceptive.
Gentlemen, as Caption-Contestants you are woefully inadequate and easily distracted.
Although, I must say, mr verge has provided us with astonishing distraction material. I find myself saying, like mr BB - how could I possibly have forgotten that essay? It should be required reading for all Writers' courses, conferences and AwayDays. Good, wasn't he?
Okay, to draw you back to task; so far we have:
1. mr verge, with his usual disgusting nonsense and le Garcon Bullingdon - which, I have to say, made me giggle
2. mr mike, with the rather pitiful plea of Mme Mitterand (how very French of m'sieur to live with his maitresse, and how very French of the journalistes and people not to care).
3. mr. anonymous with his tres grand sporting coq.
4. mr bungalow bill with his superlative mounted cock.
Only four entrants thus far, and mr. bill could be interpreted as having already conceded to mr. verge, the house filthster.
But mr verge played a flanker with his distraction superlatif. (Should that disqualify him, Ishmaelia?) I'm inclined to let it ride, but not to allow mr bill to concede.
Do not let all of the above excellent captioning and distractions deter you, mes amies, from submitting your own entries to our Caption Contest.
The competition remains open until the next Sunday Ishmael is posted, when I will announce the winner, without fear or favour.
Could we possibly have some entries from the girls?(or people who menstruate, as we now have to call them?)
PS Anonymous just above is Mike, for the record.
Is that mr anonymous with his tres grande coq sportif or mr anonymous with his trip down memory lane? If the former, that's two entries down to you, and that's fine, nothing in the rules against multiple entries (as the actress ....sorry, decent family blog)
Its memory lane only, Mrs I.
Macron: Ah Boris, mon ami, because I'm gay you thought I was exaggerating.
Macron: I have the female of the species at home.
Those Incredible String Band references, Mr BB, tend to pass me by, as do most of the Dylan (or as we must now concede, Ovid & Virgil) lines inserted as a kind of hidden-in-plain-view semaphore for Mr Mongoose, but I'm a little less remiss when it comes to spotting Gray's Elegy, Hamlet and the KJB. Only a bit, though. Anyway, not yet six months into the anthology project, and progress is good. Working title is "Honest, Not Invent : The Best of Stanislav & Other Voices". I hope that sounds ok to all who gather here.
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That would be la poulette au barbe, Mr Mike?
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It has my imprimatur, mr editor mr verge. And thanks. That's a lot of midnight oil has been burned, I'm sure.
Excellent title Mr Verge. Congratulations.
Thanks, Mr Mike.
Of course it wouldn't be possible without the gracious permission and generous encouragement of Mrs Ishmael.
Regrettably, there will be no photographs - copyright, and my own technical limitations - and the text is almost entirely Stanislav and Ishmael; so, lacking the visual component, and the back-and-forth of commentariat regulars, it'll never be a perfect summary of what was achieved over the years, but all the same I'm confident the book will see him right.
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Bravo, mr v. Well done, Sir.
Fabulous work, Mr Verge. Thanks also to Mrs I.
Thanks, all. Very glad to hear the title sounds like the right choice. Onward...
v./
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