The Kennedy Institute of Accountancy and Woolly Jumpers: University of Milton North

[PassTheTwiglets]

Here we go again, ladiez!

Let's all make passes at Harry in glasses

Snuggly!

Beautiful smile

Dawn French is one lucky lady

Who wouldn't want to come home to this on their sofa?

I'm glad you enjoyed 'Valentine' - I was popping back to it throughout the day it is a lovely poem regardless of any other connotations.

Loved the Wendy Cope too, although I like her anyway, especially this one

Twigs the eyes photo should've been your favourite one!

Happy Mother's Day Ladies!

Maud, the photo I loved was the dinner party one. Don't think I've seen that one before.

Spiro, so pleased the eyes photo was that one - I hoped it might be :)

Happy Mother's Day, ladies - enjoy your days and I hope yto uare spoiled. In a good way, not in a 'being a brat' way :)

Mother's Day wishes from me too, though we don't get ours till May along with the US, and, I seem to remember, most of the rest of the world.

Here's one lucky mum receiving congratulations.

Maud - was this the poem you were thinking of?

Dea Ex Machina
John Updike

?In brief, shapeliness and smoothness of the flesh are desirable because they are signs of biological efficiency.? ? David Angus, The New York Times Book Review

My love is like Mies van der Rohe?s
?Machine for living?; she
Divested of her underclothes,
Suggests efficiency.

Her supple shoulders call to mind
A set of bevelled gears;
Her lower jaw has been aligned
To hinge behind her ears.

Her hips, sweet ball-and-socket joints,
Are padded to perfection;
Each knee, with its patella, points
In just the right direction.

Her fingertips remind me of
A digital computer;
She couldn?t be, my well-tooled love,
A millimeter cuter.

Oh, Spiro, I absolutely love that! It just goes to show you don't need to be all moon and June to be incredibly romantic.

And talking of romantic, oh poo! I have crumbs in my space bar, it plays hell with my typing.

This is the book I was reading on Friday with the first poem in (also has the one above & After the Lunch). It's well worth a look if you like poetry.

That looks great, Spiro. I do like poetry, I like language full stop, as a matter of fact, words fascinate me in any shape or form

No, Spiro, I was thinking of Wendy Cope. There was something about the John Fuller poem which made me think I had read something very similar by Wendy Cope and I wondered whether it was one of her parodies/hommages. But if this poem exists at all - it may be a figbox of my imagination - I can't find it online, it's not in If I Don't Know and my cope of Making Cocoa For Kingsley Amis seems to have gone walkies.

That was a lovely picture of Mr Thornton, Massive but my thoughts about him are hardly maternal.

I am sure the only one whose thoughts about Mr Thornton are maternal is his mum, Maud. She does seem to think he's the bee's knees though.

That was a lovely pic of pre-Raphaelite Guy, last night., btw.

Evening!

Hello, Phoenix!!!!

Loving the poetry!

Oh indeed, Massive. Mind you, it's not his knees that impress me.

::Has perhaps missed the point::

Even though Each knee, with its patella, points
In just the right direction. , Maud?

Each knee, with its patella, points
In just the right direction.

Oh, don't they just.

Sigh. He is unbelievably comely, from head to toe.

He is indeed a fine figure of a man.

::lies down on chaise longue for further contemplation::

Alors, quoi de neuf a l'ile tropicale?

Nothing very neuf, in fact today was a bit of a non-day.
What's up in sarf London?

Well, it's been a nice sunny day. I was awoken at some ungodly hour actually 9am to be presented with cards and lovely gifts and have spent the day mooching about. In fact, I've eaten all the sweeties I was given and I now feel a bit bleurgh.

Evening ladies - anything interesting from the basement tonight?

Hmm, too many sweeties eh? There is a moral in there somewhere!

Evening, Phoenix. I have been lazy today and am feeling a bit lethargic tonight -- if not actually bleurgh from too many sweeties.

How was your day?

No doubt, Massive, no doubt. And a mildly (to my senses) funny story which I couldn't possibly share online.

::mystery wrapped in an enigma::