R's rue

Bob Blackman was a phenomenon, albeit a minor one on the club circuit in 1970s Northern Britain.  I first saw him in a working man’s Club in Rotherham around 1981, a place that had a stripper on in the men’s bar at tea time at the same time families were enjoying dinner  in the main lounge.  I remember crying with laughter at his antics with the tray. As I recall I got very drunk on Barley Wine  I’m Still on nights, and strangely Bob was a product of some nostalgic chatter in the wee small hours of last night. My first sojourn to my beloved South Yorkshire   I got up at midday when Dorothy started to perform CPR following a tickling bladder and donning shorts and my new I love Scotch Eggs T shirt , we all went out for a walk which was nice because everyone seemed to be out and about and I could tick the box with some human contact. Trendy Carol ( nice bomber jacket, designer jeans, chic sandals  ) stopped. She’s pulled her left arm at work ...

 At seven months old,  I am now starting to get used to the idea of eating. To tell you the truth, I was happy with mum's milk but my parents seem determined to move me on to eating what they call "solids". It's not easy, I can tell you. Why can't  babies spend  their entire lives getting nourishment from their mothers' milk? I have tried quite a few types of food now - broccoli, carrot, apple, banana, peanut butter on toast and porridge to name but a few. Mum won't let me have any foodstuff that has salt or sugar added  to it. Grandpa tried to give me some milk chocolate on Monday but mum saw what he was doing and got mad with him. I don't know why. One of the hardest things about eating is controlling spoons. It is hard enough just grasping one but then you are expected manoeuvre it into your bowl and up to your mouth. I have been trying hard with this but I must admit that sometimes the food goes all over the place. I even got some "Re...

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