‘Every now and again you can be forced to take strong measures. It was the case when Masters and I had our disagreement over the dogs and it could be much more the case when you consider some of the provocations that living a life can foist upon a body of any good temperament, such as my own.
Now, here’s the thing, don’t be tempted to jump straight to the fists and the delicate footwork it’ll all be waisted on the foolish anyway. Wait awhile. The irritation might go away of it’s own accord, I remember my schooldays and some bruisers and difficult temprements were there to be seen but after several years of waiting we all went our separate ways with no great harm done. True at least one joined the local constabulary which to my mind didn’t say much for there intake policies but in life bazaar and ridiculous things happen – let them pass you by.
It’s true that manya youngster finds the transition to a more stable platform a trial, and I would like to think of the lad doing the owl impression at two in the morning in the tree branches outside the house had found a more ‘constructive’ use of the talents of mimicary that were so evident, if a little misplaced.
The nicest of lads, even though a traveller in illicit substances, once offered his services to me in the strong measures department and I confess I was tempted, but no, I think on that occasion the measures might have been to strong for the patient.
Are you following the boats wake here?
There’s manya a head been broken to no great account, and where a sore lip will only stop you playing the trumpet for a few weeks the broken head could well stop any potential for a harmonious tune in the future, best be sure of your thoughts on trumpet playing before any actions besides who’s to say your own guitar playing days might not be curtailed’.
I paused for a restorative pull on the ale. Do you know there were a few glazed over eyes about the table. Flynn at the bar stood with a stare and a rotating glass in one hand and cloth in the other as if lost in the thought of it. The Youngster sat with a glare into the depths of his pint and O’Shaunessy himself sat back with the brooding menace of one of those monoliths you can see up in the fields around these parts.
Now I’m not saying the quiet was deathly or even profound but the breaking of it did seem to be something of a trial.
‘Aye’ says the monolith.
‘Well spoken indeed’ says he
‘Will you be passing the dominoes now?’
I passed the old box over to himself and he slid the top to the open
‘We’ll be playing with six’s wild as is the case on a Tuesday’
‘It’s a fine game the doms, great for the easing of tensions’ says I
‘Aye, that and the pint is the he way of it’ says O’Shaunessy’
Wise words I thought, play on.
Ruby&Ruch 