Bunty Catch Up


I have not seen Bunty for an age.
Not that this bit of information is in anyway surprising given the fact that I don't have her phone number and she has obviously lost mine.
But I kind of wish that she lived a bit closer to us, for I do find her entertaining in a big butch lesbian kind of way.
For those that don't know Bunty first appeared in Trelawnyd many moons ago. She bought some very aggressive geese from me and her foul mouth, blustering way and fuck 'em attitude entertained me from the very get-go.
She is not a lady to be trifled with.
At the time she lived with her long term policewoman girlfriend up in the hills somewhere, but commuted into England daily for her job ( which she never spoke about) she loved her livestock, cut her hair short with a masculine side parting and had arms like hams.
Anyhow, I tell you all this in way of background colour for when I was just about to turn up the Marian with the dogs, she stopped her jeep on the main road.
" HELLO GRAYBAGS!" She bellowed ( Graybags is the nickname she gave me when we first met)
" You look like shite! "
I explained that I had gone into work this morning only to find out I was infact on night shift, and that was why I looked so tired
Someone beebed her as she hadn't put her indicators on so she bellowed out of her window a very lusty " PISSSSSSSSSS OFFFFFFFFFF" before giving me a big smile
" what's new? " she asked.
It must have been well over nine months or so since I had bumped into her and so I was thinking about our news to share before Bunty jumped in to tell me all hers .....
Apparantly she had split from the policewoman ( who had been banging a fellow copper) , had met a new beau on line , and had moved in with her and her 5 year old daughter in a semi detached bungalow in Towyn on the coast all within a month.
The new girlfriend, I was reliably informed, was a divorced lipstick lesbian with a body like Jessica Rabbit.
" why don't you bring her to the Flower Show?" I suggested " I'd like to meet her"
and Bunty laughed one of her long lusty laughs
 " FLOWER SHOW?" She bellowed " We're not friggin dead yet!"
She then pointed to Mary and asked " Is he new? "
" Yes" I said lifting Mary up to the jeep window " Her name is Mary!"
Bunty kissed her on the nose and cackled

" Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers
When she farted....it departed
To a round of applause! "

And with that she sped off into the distance, waving a big fat arm out of the window....I could hear her laughing until her jeep passed the garage shop a hundred yards away!

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The Power Of Song


I'm not a football fan, never have been, but I must admit, I did watch the end of the Euro match Wales vrs Belguim with a certain amount of pride.
Strangely enough the pride was not centred upon the talent of the welsh Minnows but for the generally good humoured Welsh spectators who have received much praise from the French authorities for their exemplary behaviour.
Now Welshmen are no angels, one look at a rough pub around Flint on a Friday night , would tell anyone that, but there is something about Welsh men and women and Nationalism that brings out a rather moving phenomenon; the collective talent for song.
Last night, during the game, the supporters sang their heart out and I was reminded of the film Zulu when  Ivor Emmanual's perfect baritone led the troops in the spirited Men Of Harlech. 
There is something rather valiant about standing up straight and belting out a song.

Russian and English supporters please take note!

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First Proper Snog

I was listening to the radio yesterday afternoon ( squirting anti-inflammatory liquid down Mary's ears!) when this song came on the radio.

Immediately I was taken back to a grubby staff club at the West Cheshire Psychiatric Hospital in Chester...circa 1985.
It was around 11.30pm and I was standing in the small foyer waiting for friends to come out slightly worse for wear. The door to the club opened and this music was playing as a rather drunk staff nurse I had been working with a few months before passed me. He hugged me in way of greeting and unexpectedly kissed me on the lips .
Out of the blue I returned the kiss a second time.....which surprised both of us and I was suddenly left with the notion that I kinda liked it......
LIFE IN A NORTHERN TOWN ! 

Mustang


With The Prof away and still with a fairly large knee I took myself off to the cinema tonight to see the coming of age Turkish movie Mustang.
Set in modern day rural Turkey ( a thousand miles and two hundred years away from Istanbul) Mustang centres on the life of five orphaned sisters living a fairly normal teenage life with their exasperated Grandmother and traditionally paternalistic Uncle.
Seen through the eyes of the youngest and most feisty sister Lale (Gunes Sensoy) we follow the the sisters' virtual imprisionment in the family home as the adult relatives prepare the girls for marriage ( the only way they can maintain face within the local community who feel that the girls are rather more wayward than they admit to)
Initially Lale is sheltered from the degrading way of life even when their Uncle calls for the older girls' virgin status to be medically checked out. Nor is she aware of the growing sexual abuse going on in the family home , but gradually she becomes aware of the toxic nature of their existence, and it is her that hatches a plan for escape.
Mustang  is a beautifully crafted movie. Not only is the story about archaic  attitudes to women and womens' rights but it is a subtle and rather moving exploration of puberty and sexual awareness.
One scene in particular, lingers long in the mind and that that is when the five sisters escape their prison home to attend a football match in the capital. Because of bad behaviour of the male football fans, the  national game is male supporter free, so amid thousands of other female spectators , the girls scream and dance and celebrate their new found freedom in a scene that lifts your heart like no other could.
It's a wonderful movie , it really is .
9/10

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Fat Knee

Spot the fat knee

I went to work for just two hours last night.
My right knee had suddenly swollen up during the day and had become so painful that I overcame my usual shyness with medics and asked the SHO on intensive care to give it a prod for me.
" you have a fat knee" he told me
" It's bursitis and you need to rest and elevate it" he added
Not something you want to hear at the start of a 12 hour shift.
Anyhow I took myself home and as I drove up to the cottage I spied the Prof with all four dogs ( with Albert) in the lane. It had started to rain.
I told him that I had come home to rest my fat knee
And he handed me the leads....saying " The dogs need a pee"
So much for sympathy!

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