The thing is...um....er......

You may or may not have noticed that, from time to time, this particular aged poop, has been the subject of a certain amount of manipulation by a regular guest.

 
I say this because, Alison has more than once pointed out to various other guests at ‘Lyons’ that, and I quote, ‘Bingo really knows how to win Tim over with a winsome smile and flash of charm.’

Folks I absolutely refute this, really absolutely, completely, totally and utterly and any other tautological word that covers the case!

True, The lad and I ‘rub’ along very well, and have a routine that we both find, um … er…. well … yes….comfortable. In short, during our hours together, on the whole, by and large and taking all in all, we find each other’s company, ‘fit for purpose.’

This might mean that certain ‘others’ might think I am far too easy with the lad, and we might watch too much telly some days. But, it appears our tele-visual tastes are similar, and we are both well able to bring one or the other up to date, should one or the other have temporarily snoozed during a broadcast.

Incidentally, I’m always amazed that I seem to have nodded through some quite remarkable scenes, but I hold to the opinion that, what Bing might lose in accuracy, he more than makes up for in dramatic verisimilitude. (As he has pointed out on more than one occasion!!)

The sharper of our regular readers will have noticed that, over the years, the lads snacks have gone from one to two and now to three. I have to point out that we are talking of the smallest of Bonio’s, as the lad prefers delicate morsels to huge great blocks that resemble the sort of Sea Biscuits our nautical seafaring ancestors might have munched.

On the whole the French in his breed, means that he is quite the bon vivre when it comes to ‘nosh’ and so forth……and such like.




‘Are you busy old poop?’

I forgot to mention that the lad is over today and has been trundling around inspecting the back garden and checking if there’s anything worth watching on the ‘box’ today.

‘No Bing, not particularly.’

‘Well I know guv, when your fingers are jibbering about that keyboard, you sometimes forget certain things.’

‘Really?’

‘Oh crumbs yes. I could climb onto your desk and perch on your shoulder and I doubt your would notice.’

‘I think you exaggerate.’

‘C’mon guv, lets have a go!’

‘No, no Bing please, I fear this could end in disaster.’

‘That’s your trouble guv, no sense of adventure.’

‘Well I say, I think we could both end up in a heap.’

‘Oh you mean in a snack.’

‘Snack? Snack?’

‘I don’t mind if I do guv….I don’t mind if I do.’

'Where was I…….um….er….'

‘Oi guv, the tin’s in here not in there.’

‘Tin…..tin…..tin?’

‘Certainly guv, certainly.’

Oh well I guess I’d better pop the kettle on, quite surprisingly I seem to have lost my thread………..