And Then The Barriers Came Down….

I’m probably late, again, with this interesting, and worth a read post, over at EUReferendum.

After digesting that, it’s good to see the righteous have decided that the drink you have along with a ciggy is pretty well guaranteed to kill you. They just won’t leave us alone will they? And sadly, too many people just take it all in as fact, no question.

This historical clip is worth a resurrection as some sort of small fight back. All you righteous, hectoring, life hating herberts and herbetesses, get a bit of this;

Tex Ritter; Whoa, goes back a ways eh?

{Seem to remember my father going into hysterics every time he heard that.}

After that, as the sun be out, get down to that nice little old pub by the river, get your favourite drink and grab that table by the water, have a smoke, watch the trout rise and lift your glass in a toast to life. I mean a proper life, not life as ‘they’ would have us lead it. As someone once said, ‘You only get one shot at life. This isn’t a practice.’

Quote; George Gobel.

”I've never been drunk, but often I've been over served.”

Anonymous

On the chest of a barmaid in Sale
Where tattooed the prices of ale,
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same information in braille.