Glynsky

thank goodness it was (a) good friday…

Dear diablog,

Just back from France and I can’t wait to break into this year’s crop of chocolate Easter eggs. Yippeee! But there is still a day to go so time for a Friday, though today is Saturday!
The weather in Bordeaux was a balmy 20 degrees and after a hard day’s labour we would repair to the square for a Kir and cashews! And now I am back at 2 degrees – and hot chocolate!

First, for all our ladies, a wonderfully true submission from Philippa

phillipa-real

who I guess speaks from experience (can’t be referring to me, I abhor golf!)

A WOMAN’S POEM: 

Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won’t be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.. Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other. And relish visits with my mother.

A MAN’S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with Big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, And loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This Doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.

Then, from Cousin Giovanni

cousin-giovanni

who has been very quiet of late, a very funny Italian take on the election of a pope!

papa

Meanwhile, Christina

christina

who like me hates cats but loves pussying around whacked this out…

And finally a couple from the omnipresent Smiles

smiles

who is determined to get to know Engine Room personally and muses as to whether he has now found him. This he is convinced is a credible representation and description

him

Mujibar was trying to get a job in India .
The Personnel Manager said, ‘Mujibar, you have passed all the tests, except one. Unless you pass it, you cannot qualify for this job.
Mujibar said, ‘I am ready.’
The manager said, ‘Make a sentence using the words Yellow, Pink, and Green .’

Mujibar said, ‘The telephone goes green, green. I pink it up, and say, Yellow, this is Mujibar.’

Mujibar now works at a call centre. No doubt you have spoken to him. I know I have.

Whilst he found this from an earlier Engine Room job application form for his position at G+P at the back of my desk:

job

Hope you enjoyed as much as I will the chocolate!

Yours, diablog, with Spring in my step

Glynsky