Hey, hey, Rochelle its that time again, the rain has been relentless today and so to see a sunny picture from Europe I’m guessing, possibly Spain or maybe southern France, is wonderful. Thanks to CEAyr for brightening up a thoroughly miserable and damp day, roll on summer or even the warmth of Spring, Ive always had enough of the winter by March. But enough of my problems and on with the important business of making myself chuckle; if you guys like it then that’ll be a bonus!
So..
On my Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!
No wonder he always looked miserable, he had been sat on that gelastic scooter for hours closing his mouth, holding his nose and puffing out his cheeks until he saw spots infront of his eyes. He just couldn’t disappear anymore, far less Grin about it.
The Whiskers argument with his brother in Cheshire was insane;
“8 out of 10 cats indeed!”
Vowing to never speak to him again, hidden in a decorators van, the next thing he knew he was on a ferry to Biarritz with a bastard behind the eyes and the van awash with cat sick, magnolia and methylated spirits.
There we are folks, 100 words on the nose, I took my inspiration from Alice in Wonderland and the brother of the cheshire cat losing his powers of invisibility, I’m sure some of you may get the whiskers reference, many probably won’t, that, i’m afraid, is an accident of birth.
The Count Of North Clifton 
Teehee! I love your description of the results of a cat’s binge drinking!
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Thanks Penny, i quite enjoyed this one.
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Such exceptionally eccentric humor
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Thank you very much, the world is in such a diabolical place right now it makes sense to have a laugh!
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As I watch the rain cascading down here tonight, I feel like joining the cat in a wee nip. However I fear if I did that I would definitely end up falling down a rabbit hole.
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That’s the idea, I wonder if falling down a rabbit hole is a metaphor for falling down a YouTube hold these days?
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This is dark and whimsical at the same time. I guess that is a lot like Alice In Wonderland.
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Exactly, thank you, having said that most of my Ff are pretty dark
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Um… what is a bastard behind the eyes? I’m assuming “spots infant of his eyes” is in front. Maybe not?
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A bastard behind the eyes is a severe headache, lifted from my favourite film Withnail and I, yep the others a typo! Well spotted, someone else called it a metaphor, I’ll keep it in for eagle eyed folk like yourself!! Thanks for reading!
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Sooo… you don’t correct your typo? What up with that, you lazy bum?
You say you keep it for eagle-eyed folk, who probably all noticed it and scratched their heads (as I did) wondering what in the fuck is the man trying to say?
I tease, of course… Coz I know you can take it.
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If I correct the typo I’ll be over the word limit
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Ha ha ha! And so the truth comes out!
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Wow…that was a mouthful!
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most certainly, you have a way with words. only you can come up with the “spots infant of his eyes” metaphor. 🙂
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That’s a typo! But I’ll keep that!!
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Who needs a passport when you are a cat. Adds a new meaning to joy riding.
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Not the best place to hide, as it turned out!
As for the Whiskers thing, at least 8 out of 10 cats will eat anything…
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How true, greedy buggers!
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Glad to have brightened your day, but it seems to me the scooter is at fault, failing totally to live up to its name.
Fun read.
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Can see brother cat having much more to tell!
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A bastard behind the eyes is such a graphic description of a hangover!
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Isn’t it just, I’d love to claim it as my own but it’s featured in one of my fave films; Withnail and I
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As always the question is – how do they know 8 out of 10 cats prefer it? Do they get them to fill out a questionnaire?! 🙂
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An inventive take on the photo. I’m a fan of the Cheshire Cat, so weird and wonderful. Nicely done.
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Glad to hear your a fan of the CC, me too, anyone who can disappear gets my vote apart from Harry potters
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LOLOL, you had me so completely fooled with the infant of his eyes. I was wondering about that figure of speech, thinking all you anglophones crazy. That Cheshire cat sure has an interesting life. Fun. And I hear you on March, I want Spring now.
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I’m a Felix kinda cat myself!
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But you must like Alice in wonderland?
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I really enjoyed the eccentric whimsy of this story! Very clever and fun.
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Seriously, between Cheshire the smoker (and we know there was some funny stuff in that there pipe of his) and his brother the drunk… parties must often include bastards behind the eyes…
Hello? Spring? Are you coming any time soon?
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Ok ive corrected the typo!
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You didn’t really have to… LOL
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Buahaha! Just saw your cheat… I won’t say another word…
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Dear Shrawley,
I’d never heard bastard behind the eyes but I got the gist of it. Apt description. One of those times when you can’t stand the crash of your socks hitting the floor. 😉 I guess every family has a black sheep…in the Cheshire family a black cat. 😉 Very entertaining. Little known fact, in one of our high school plays I played the role of Tweedledee. I got the role because I could pronounce “Contrariwise” and my equally short partner could not. 😉
We’re waiting for winter to let go here. Enough snow already!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, means a lot, bastard behind the eyes comes from one of my fave films Withnail and I, it’s about the end of the 60’s in England and is fabulous I suggest you watch it!
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Hilarious, as always. Losing one’s ability to disappear–how upsetting that must be 🙂
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Yep. That’s how it goes. First you just forget people’s names, then where you left the keys, and before you know it you can’t even disappear any more. Old age is a bummer.
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How very true, I write lists and have post it notes all over my house!
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Not easy to be a failure of Cheshire cat…
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May be the message is do not sleep in a decorator’s van. You may end up in a place you don’t like.
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I must say the Whiskers argument went over my head. Though as always, delightfully whimsical. This kind of behaviour suits cats, oddly enough. My cat always looks like he has a bastard behind the eyes.
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