On my way to lunch from work.

… So I’d just tied up a few loose ends before going to lunch and a customer waved me out of the shop, they’d come to thank us for all our recent help and they had bought us a bottle of wine each.

It’s a bottle of ‘Jacksons – Red Hill South’ – and I’m saying ‘is’ – but the bottle is more ‘past tense’ now! Yes, 20:20 and I’ve polished it already! I haven’t drank ANY alcohol in about a month!

The label says ‘South Eastern Australia – Semillon Chardonnay – Australian Wine’ – Okay so I am not a super wine buff, but I KNOW this is quality!

The back says ‘Medium bodied white wine displaying tangy characters with lemon and tropical fruits -Serve chilled on it’s own or with seafood and pasta.’

Oh…, and it’s 12.5%!!! The stuff also goes down like a dream ,with no edgy aftertaste, at all! No really, No harsh alcoholic tang from a white wine!!!

Might sound like I am banging on a bit, but it’s these little things from customers that make my job the best in the world, however I have heard a conversation this morning, at work, that has made me feel a little unhappy, and I need to pick it up with one of the business owners tomorrow.

I also need to re-add friends of mine to Facebook, now that the worst of Glastonbury hasn’t shown up too many embarrassments for some people, and that those people that were removed from my contacts have raised their objections to being excluded by me – now that really IS flattering.

Steph also told me that she likes to read my blog because it’s ‘funny’ – that puts the pressure on – try getting a comedian to tell you a joke on the street and you’ll see them really nervous!

“I was laughing because I could not believe a ‘joke’ that was told me by an elderly customer – not at the horrible bigotry, I promise! I take NO pleasure in inciting any racial hatred.”
[Just amended the post because it is a very old one – It looks like I was conscious of laughing and giving the impression I was advocating some intolerable behaviour, when I hate that sort of thing]

Anyway, I’m gonna look for a Music video, sometimes I actually look for them after a post, hard to believe I know! [I wonder if I did or not?]

[Possibly copied and pasted because I was pissed up and in some state of nostalgic euphoria] I have also added what should be a well-known poem to my post – I don’t know if it was the allure of these words being read by Miss Hall, my ‘Teacher Crush’ from high school… the way she perched on the corner of her desk, so close to the corner of mine, looking me right in the eye with her feathered hair over her deep, alluring bright eyes… Either way, I got a ‘B’ for GCSE English Literature, and’m sure I have her to thank in no small way for that..!

Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.–
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Taken from Wikipedia:-

The title and the Latin exhortation of the final two lines are drawn from a poem of Horace (Odes, Ode III.2.13):[3]

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori:
mors et fugacem persequitur virum
nec parcit inbellis iuventae
poplitibus timidove tergo.

“How sweet and fitting it is to die for one’s country:
Death pursues the man who flees,
spares not the hamstrings or cowardly backs
Of battle-shy youths.”

These words were well known and often quoted by supporters of the war near its inception and were, therefore, of particular relevance to soldiers of the era.

In 1913, the first line, Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori, was inscribed on the wall of the chapel of the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst.[4]


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