tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post4874036260048583176..comments2023-10-29T01:27:50.286-07:00Comments on Mrs Pouncer's Counsel: THESE FRAGMENTS I HAVE SHORED AGAINST MY RUINSMrs Pouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-39166125567994155282009-03-04T06:44:00.000-08:002009-03-04T06:44:00.000-08:00Ellis, Hello. Yes, well, it's always a shock to he...Ellis, Hello. Yes, well, it's always a shock to hear ones voice - on a voicemail or similar. F'rinstance, I may THINK I speak like M. Carlin when, in reality, I sound like Meier Tzelniker. (And have you worked with JM? Do I know you?)<BR/><BR/>Gadjo, that's old hattery schmattery. The truly chic funeral now involves a re-enactment society, a wheeled xylophone and lashings of saltpetre. Do keep up. Doesn't anyone around here read Morgues and Morticians anymore?Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-67546573690789461942009-03-04T00:01:00.000-08:002009-03-04T00:01:00.000-08:00Talking of funeral arrangements, I've asked to be ...Talking of funeral arrangements, I've asked to be set adrift in a burning kayak on the Grand Union canal. Wearing my mother's wedding gown.Gadjo Dilohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08998278830936531990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-22646252693494443182009-03-03T09:10:00.000-08:002009-03-03T09:10:00.000-08:00I'd say the Hendon brogue is more of a twang than ...I'd say the Hendon brogue is more of a twang than a rasp. And don't get me started on Jonathan Miller.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11239242366828368668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-37046974869178266342009-03-02T06:29:00.000-08:002009-03-02T06:29:00.000-08:00Merci bien. Any chance of a bung for Maroon? Cla...Merci bien. Any chance of a bung for Maroon? Claims to be on the bone of his arse again. Would any of his old friends consider extending his line of credit? Worth a try.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-19107190916161864342009-03-02T03:10:00.000-08:002009-03-02T03:10:00.000-08:00Asirat todah, Clarissa.As always, an inspiration.B...Asirat todah, Clarissa.<BR/>As always, an inspiration.<BR/>B'Ahavah, Farrish.Farrishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12382109935207786156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-950190928435318602009-03-01T14:51:00.000-08:002009-03-01T14:51:00.000-08:00Farrish, Asir Todah, Baal Nefesh, Hakol beseder? Y...Farrish, Asir Todah, Baal Nefesh, Hakol beseder? <BR/>You are the Kilburn Colossus, and no mistake. When the Arabs conquered Rhodes, they carted off the remains of the colossus and sold it as scrap metal. 900 camels were mentioned in dispatches.<BR/>Kind regards to everyone at Hendon Reform; I believe I have been forgiven? <BR/>B'Ahavah, ClarissaMrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-91764717830518409422009-03-01T14:42:00.000-08:002009-03-01T14:42:00.000-08:00Kevverby, of course you shall have them, for veril...Kevverby, of course you shall have them, for verily I am the Wolfe and Hollander of the etherworld. <BR/><BR/>Boyo, it's hallucinatory. I can truly picture the scene. An unsuccessful funeral director of my acquaintance had the trade slogan "It's What He Might Have Wanted". He finally went to the wall introducing canoe funerals after buying a job lot from a bankrupt kayak club.<BR/><BR/>Sam, feel free. You can fall in love with me if you want. Everyone else has, and I completely understand why.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-8786916555931706942009-03-01T03:11:00.000-08:002009-03-01T03:11:00.000-08:00Sorry for the delay in responding to these kind wo...Sorry for the delay in responding to these kind words. I have been completely pissed for most of the week. I must be careful. Anyhoo, Mr Coppens - the typecast extras you refer to are my nearest 'n dearest. The British equivalent would be walk-ons in a Jack Rosenthal play set in the South East. As ever, your words are uplifting and edifying. I am sending you a chaste kiss across the ether.<BR/><BR/>Savannah, and I raise mine right backatcha. I have become very fond of White Russians this week. Healthsome. Outre.<BR/><BR/>Hampstead Garden Suburb Twang, Frenchie? I'm not familiar. The Hendon Rasp is known to most thus: all the men sound like Lew Grade; the educated ladies sound like Tom Stoppard at 45rpm; the lower-marque women (self included) speak like Miriam Carlin. The girls shriek like A. Winehouse and the boys try to be S. Amstel. Sylvia Young and Haberdashers schools specialise in this type of elocution. It is a sign of the times.<BR/><BR/>Inky, a very handsome remark. Thank you.<BR/>What do you want?<BR/><BR/><BR/>Pat, crikey, thank you! I really don't deserve this largesse. People will think you're in my pay.<BR/><BR/>Scarletina dearest, fighting at funerals is declasse in my milieu. And as for restraint! You have seen me at my worst, and know the truth. Cx<BR/><BR/>Jimmy, not only do you find le mot juste, but your grace shines through. The Thames Valley salutes you.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-7618104598337810822009-02-28T09:44:00.000-08:002009-02-28T09:44:00.000-08:00That was an odious, cruel bludge of a man, and abo...That was an odious, cruel bludge of a man, and above all, aside from maybe knowing a thing or two, he knows exactly nothing. He fails outright in being a human, no other exams necessary to confirm his failure. <BR/><BR/>I'm truly very sorry you had to put up with that. <BR/><BR/>This writing is powerful and true. If you weren't a missus, missus, it might make me fall in love with you. Beautiful.Sam, Problem-Child-Bridehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650421439038979462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-20556383263532764592009-02-28T02:48:00.000-08:002009-02-28T02:48:00.000-08:00Sounds like a model funeral, Mrs P. The Boyo equiv...Sounds like a model funeral, Mrs P. The Boyo equivalent had banshees from the Rhondda walking out of the house with entire suites of furniture - "She would have wanted me to have it" - and an Irishmen in the corners threatening to belt "The Tans" he kept seeing everywhere. We've no idea who he was. Everyone got so drunk that by six we'd forgetten it was a funeral and decided someone must have got married. So we had a "disco". <BR/><BR/>xxxNo Good Boyohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859104068516964533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-14908727032392289342009-02-27T14:43:00.000-08:002009-02-27T14:43:00.000-08:00This is colossal.This is colossal.Farrishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12382109935207786156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-44822023291179199992009-02-27T10:48:00.000-08:002009-02-27T10:48:00.000-08:00Beds and curtains in the next post, promise!Beds and curtains in the next post, promise!Kevin Musgrovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472110857057175327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-15705725249354553832009-02-27T07:38:00.000-08:002009-02-27T07:38:00.000-08:00Well, in my Hampstead Garden Suburb twang, a belat...Well, in my Hampstead Garden Suburb twang, a belated long life Mrs P - and also the Catholic equivalent.<BR/><BR/>It must have been a difficult day but you make it sound like something from a Bunuel film.French Fancy...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04941577892849157015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-41485285386330941402009-02-26T19:35:00.000-08:002009-02-26T19:35:00.000-08:00i raise my glass to you, darling! xoxoi raise my glass to you, darling! xoxosavannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310843901371718758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-44588028897758579282009-02-26T14:43:00.000-08:002009-02-26T14:43:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ms Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-14100834059517571852009-02-26T13:05:00.000-08:002009-02-26T13:05:00.000-08:00PI is right, you write so well that it took me a m...PI is right, you write so well that it took me a minute to imagine the bitterness of being smeared with ordure at a time like that.<BR/><BR/>For a remake of Oedipus, see http://www.futilitycloset.com/2009/02/16/grktrgdy/<BR/>(link via Arlington Hynes at bogol).xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-16968841517168449102009-02-26T09:58:00.000-08:002009-02-26T09:58:00.000-08:00If there was only one sack of shite left on this p...If there was only one sack of shite left on this planet, your man 'Mr Nasty' would be both of them.<BR/><BR/>Good for you missus.Barlinniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07555629852012324360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-56351065867765142632009-02-26T09:48:00.000-08:002009-02-26T09:48:00.000-08:00I'd have decked him one... but on reflection poss ...I'd have decked him one... but on reflection poss not such a good idea. Tsk! You have more restraint than me.<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-70694908680843306822009-02-26T09:23:00.000-08:002009-02-26T09:23:00.000-08:00What an oaf that man. But at least he reminded yo...What an oaf that man. But at least he reminded you of something wonderful you actually made yourself. How great to be brilliant and creative and practical to boot. You are blessed and I'm sure your father was proud of you. He should be.<BR/>We all have to cope with wakes in our own way.<BR/>Great writing Mrs P.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7944156166197222788.post-13716677598874534282009-02-26T08:07:00.000-08:002009-02-26T08:07:00.000-08:00That table metaphor explains why you are so sturdy...That table metaphor explains why you are so sturdy and pleasing to the beholder. The perfect union of form and function.<BR/><BR/>Many of the wakevolk appear to have been stock extras from a Woody Allen movie. I remember getting plastered at my Father's post crematorial function. Everyone did.<BR/><BR/>Your line regarding the time-is-of-the-essence school of inebriation, <I>"I drink as if there is not only no tomorrow, but hardly anything left of today"</I>, is a thing of beauty, unbridled clarity, and one that I fully embraced. Fortunately for my liver and loved ones, these days I don't do it very often. Perhaps this newfound restraint explains my current state of nagging optimism that clouds my general view of mankind and "Life" in general.<BR/><BR/>xx ooRomeo Morningwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10826410608415260786noreply@blogger.com