tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429013260986201371.post7095687802788393340..comments2024-03-27T00:02:28.418+00:00Comments on Alex and Bob`s Blue Sky Scotland: Impact poetry 2. Milk Trinkets.blueskyscotlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09373718369702364265noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429013260986201371.post-29800861512399968472013-09-11T00:09:14.259+01:002013-09-11T00:09:14.259+01:00That sounds like it could be the lines in a folk s...That sounds like it could be the lines in a folk song Jim.<br />'I met my love by the dripping factory wall, kissed her lips under the dead cow's tails, took her hand, by the Scunthorpe steelworks gate- love at first sight...love at first sight.blueskyscotlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09373718369702364265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429013260986201371.post-81186374044548657992013-09-10T16:32:58.743+01:002013-09-10T16:32:58.743+01:00I worked for a number of years with a poet who was...I worked for a number of years with a poet who was so dark in his musings he eventually took a job as an undertaker.<br />Across the road from the steel stockholders was an abattoir which was next to a dripping factory. The smell was awful, but the dripping was the most popular chip oil in Scunthorpe.<br />You've a way with words Bob.The Glebe Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09609629219727888442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429013260986201371.post-59576011874891603722013-09-08T00:20:02.733+01:002013-09-08T00:20:02.733+01:00Cheers Alistair.
Mind you Tom Weir was a wee baldy...Cheers Alistair.<br />Mind you Tom Weir was a wee baldy bloke with a big red nose so maybe that's not such a compliment?<br />I'm more of a Partick Swally or Brad Git type. blueskyscotlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09373718369702364265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429013260986201371.post-42808944739898021802013-09-07T08:15:27.489+01:002013-09-07T08:15:27.489+01:00I thoroughly enjoyed those poems Bob. In another l...I thoroughly enjoyed those poems Bob. In another life you'd have been on the telly. Tom Weir or the other bloke with the beard? I'd say a mischievous Weir! But then I'd never have met you.Alistairhttp://stravaiger.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429013260986201371.post-71927795737976488352013-09-05T02:10:07.960+01:002013-09-05T02:10:07.960+01:00Too sensitive to work in a slaughterhouse anyway t...Too sensitive to work in a slaughterhouse anyway though you get used to anything after a few short months. Even in the job I was in we had a few dead animals and bodies that we discovered on estates over the years. It was the live ones you had to watch out for though. The dead don't bite except in horror films.blueskyscotlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09373718369702364265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429013260986201371.post-54557570118115428372013-09-05T01:11:32.510+01:002013-09-05T01:11:32.510+01:00I positively shudder at the thought of being asked...I positively shudder at the thought of being asked to work in a slaughterhouse! I often wonder what kind of people can do a job like that...<br /><br />Sounds like you were a sensitive and very perceptive young lad,<br />Carol.Carolhttp://www.mountaincowardadventures.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com