Saturday 1 March 2008

Cybele


I have detected a certain antipathy towards my vitriolic outbursts of late, so in the spirit of Martyn Lewis, I will instead focus on a 'good news story' in order to redress the balance a little.

Life is short and sometimes brutal, suffering is all around us and we are on a crash course with the environment. City are playing crap football, and England are out of the European Championships. But, Sunday is Mother's Day, so it should be a time for us all to remember our mums and say a big thank-you to them for all that they have done for us. For us to think, all those years ago, of the maids in service who would be given the one weekend off in the year to go home and visit their mothers. All hail Cybele, the great Earth Mother!

25 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's much better, I really enjoyed that. Next time you're in town I'll treat you to a show, off-Broadway of course.

Anonymous said...

Yes, all kinds of animals could enjoy that piece. Although I will say that I WON'T be celebrating Mother's Day, as my own Mum tried to eat me.

Anonymous said...

That's disgusting.

Anonymous said...

It IS isn't it?

Anonymous said...

No, not you ya rodent, I'm talkin' bout off-Broadway.

Anonymous said...

Wasn't Rent originally off-Broadway? That was excellent!

Anonymous said...

I HATE the Goddamn New York Theater Workshop.

Anonymous said...

Has my hamster been at the keyboard again?

Wait till I get my hands on the little wheel-spinner! I'll hollow out his skull to make an extremely small cup.

Anonymous said...

Just big enough to fit over your old man when you take to the crease, eh?

Anonymous said...

What you talking about? My old man never play cricket in his life!

Anonymous said...

I can confirm that, me actually being me. More of a soccer fellow meself, and you could bet your hat that if I was still corporeal I would be following the mighty Man City. Go you Rayners! Fanny Lee! Neil Young and Emlyn Hughes! Steve Reeves! Neil Ian Orr! Big Joe! Big Mal! Helen's Bell! Kevin Houllier! Kinky! Sexy! Le Freak, c'est Chic!

Anonymous said...

My Old Man's a dustman.

Anonymous said...

You lucky boy! My old man's the official head of state of North Korea and he been dead over ten years!

Anonymous said...

My old man said follow the van!

Anonymous said...

Do not I know this? This be true or else I'm Dutchman! Ha! Only joking my England friends. Please Ms Lloyd leave me alone.

Anonymous said...

I once held Winston CHurchill's old man aloft.

Anonymous said...

I don't remember that!

Anonymous said...

No, it was a prop you old fool!

Anonymous said...

By the way, I support Mancaster City too. In a world full of turpentine and black dogs I can always count on City to depress me even further.

Anonymous said...

I almost gave my name to an award for off-Broadway productions, and funnily enough, What The Butler Saw won one in 1970

Anonymous said...

If I were still alive, my son would pop round my digs with some cigs on the Number 18.

Anonymous said...

where's your gulf club?- your english paquerettes

Anonymous said...

All this talk of old men on a piece about us old ladies is really upsetting me

Anonymous said...

Now, now Ada. Us old geezers do act as models for the younger generation you know. Plus, those little rapscallions can often point out our shortcomings you know.

Anonymous said...

Too true mate! Always liked your Neil's stuff, good footballer too!