Only the lonely, dum, dum, dum, diddy,diddy, dum.
Posted: Thursday, 28 August 2008 |
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Dognappers in Benbecula? Wouldn't you know who they were? Or is there inter-island dog trafficking? Actually, there are no depths some people will not stoop to. Maybe you're right after all, IA - but it would have been nice to see a photo of Himself.
Jill from EK
i can understand a lot of your,herlits and others comments about the feeling of being lonely--i hate it being in a crowded place and not knowing anyone and sometimes having to make the first move--i cana't even go into a bistro here and have a cup of coffee alone,or of cominh home after a lousy day on the wards and not saying"how was your day then telling the half how yours was",but hey i've got a utter nut case for a dog and five crazy cats,who make me laugh so much when i watch them playing etc!!
carol --- from over here
Fame at last! One of your paragraphs is so true. I actually do look over the sea from my kitchen window and do feel those sentiments. Food just doesn't seem to have that magic when its only for one.
Lonely In Lewis from Lewis
Cooking for one isn't the same--sometimes I don't even bother... I understand the fear of dognappers, so I'll just take your word that your dog is the most beautiful :) Thanks for the poem as well.
thelovelyOutlander from at home with 3 dogs and a cat
Very good post, IA. Well written. # Surely there are no dog kidnappers in Benbecula?
mjc from IN, USA
No, there are no dognappers on Benbecula, but if his fame spread someone may come from the Mainland.
IA from with dog at my feet
reading the poem,make me think how much i miss fish and chips!!even living in way out small villages in scotland if they didn't have a "chippie" a chip van would come round about once a week--over here fish and chip just don't exist! ok i can drive to the nearest town-nimes and get a chines,indian,thai etc carry out-we have a pizza van that goes to the next village once a week--but fish,chips and mushy peas???or a haggis supper??? no; sniff sniff!!(one consolation though in NZ there are loads and loads of fish and chip shops--roll on the end of the year
carol from foothills of the cevennes
Dognappers from the mainland descending on Benbecula? (surely not all the way to southern IN, USA, IA?! I hope and pray). Would they be taking their sandwiches with them, IA, or do you think they'll stop at the local tea shop for refreshments before hightailing it? Might it be possible for you to incorporate a GPS chip in your hound? That should allow you to sleep more soundly. Cheers.
mjc from IN, USA
Isn't it dum dum dum diddy dum-dum?
Flying Cat from Big O
I agree hat one can be more lonely in a city or other crowded place than in a remote place. Equally, I find eating alone is a a mechanical activity rather than a pleasure. Solo drinking is, in my opinion, just plain dangerous.
Hyper-Borean from Beside the well
Isnt it dum dum dum - dum diddy dum ?
A from Here
Everyone knows that it's dum dum dum dummy doo wah...
Jill from EK
Surely "doo doo wah ..." Jill?
mjc from IN, USA
Dum Dum; isn't that in India?
Hyper-Borean from Idly atlas browsing
It's a bullet...
Flying Cat from rifling through ib
Following the same train (of thought, perhaps), if it is a bullet, must be Japanese, surely, and not Indian, or Kashmiri. Of course, there is the Srinagar bullet, and in that case I would not like to be in its path.
mjc from IN, USA
It's eponymous!
Hyper-Borean from The armoury
Dumdum bullets; soft nosed bullets designed to spread or break up on impact thereby increasing the damage caused to tissue, very nasty. Developed under the Raj at Dum Dum arsenal near what was then called Calcutta now the site of Kolkata airport. They were banned for military use under one of the Geneva conventions. Strangely the modern equivalent, hollow point bullets, are widely used by police forces so civilians get less protection than soldiers.
Hyper-Borean from Kolkata
Solo drinking is, in my opinion, just plain dangerous. Hyper-Borean from Beside the well # Ach, well - call me any time. You bring the bourbon, and I bring the squirrels.
mjc from IN, USA
You're on mjc, see you at Old Omar's well. (Khayam that is) "Then to this earthern bowl did I adjourn/ My lip the secret well of life to learn:/ And lip to lip it murmur'd- 'While you live/ Drink!- for once dead you never shall return.' "
Hyper-Borean from Still with the pitcher
Never get stuck in a pub with H-B...unless you can exchange quotes ad infinitum...
Flying Cat from my brian hurts
Advice taken to heart, FC. As a matter of fact, did he not use the same quote - the same Fitzgerald's mistranslation [or should it be libertine free translation ?] a year or so ago somewhere on IB? If my memory serves me right ... # He repeats himself while in his cups in a pub while I am company, and I expect I would pull his beard.
mjc from IN, USA
Something to look forward to...
Flying Cat from cherchez la barbe
Sadly mjc I have no knowledge of Farsi or perhaps ancient Persian so I am restricted to Fitzgerald's translations. My copy gives four versions and I believe he reworked the pieces throughout his life, no doubt muddying the picture rather as a poor watercolourist might. Any way I enjoy him not as a teacher but more as a kindred spirit. I must say that Sufism, Khayam apart, does seem to be a more congenial form of Islam than most.
Hyper-Borean from Beside some strip of herbage
Damning with faint praise...
Flying Cat from whirling dervishly
update please
carol (the french connection) from ready to walk oor wullie
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