For Champ

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Phil Launchbury

You can run, but...

 

Ha! No-one here knows what I look like.

Except LN, Statto, darsy and Bear of course. Maybe I'll need to hire a
discreet hitman to ensure my anonymity.

Phil.

 

When at work you're the weirdy-beardy wearing a tweed jacket with
leather elbow patches, matched with sandals & socks.

Out of work, the same except there's probably a Genesis tour shirt from
1977 under the jacket instead of an open necked shirt.

What do I win?

 

....Champ can't.

 

Oi! I don't wear socks with sandals!

Being first on the hitman list?

Phil.

 

I last read that one in -66/67.
The full version I've never heard so...

 

Harlan Fiske Stone:

The horse and mule live thirty years
and nothing know of wines and beers;
The goat and sheep at twenty die,
And never taste of Scotch and Rye;
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is mostly done;
Without the aid of rum or gin
The dog at fifteen cashes in;
The cat in milk and water soaks,
and then at twenty years old she croaks;
the modest, sober bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for nog and dies at ten;
All animals are strictly dry;
they sinless live and swiftly die,
while sinful, gleeful rum-soaked men
Survive for three score years and ten.
And some of us-a might few-
Stay pickled ‘till we’re ninety-two.

 

JFGI.

 

That's you f*cked then.

P.

 

Thank you.

 

I'm not having one of them.


--
Beav

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