Most welcome Martin, let this motivational poster help you during your sad and wineless month of november!
Peter Denman
on October 29, 2009
Do you know the temperance poem (song?) with that refrain? (Just taking a rest after unloading all the alcohol we brought back in the car.)
THE LIPS THAT TOUCH LIQUOR
SHALL NEVER TOUCH MINE
The Demon of Rum is about in the land,
His victims are falling on every hand,
The wise and the simple, the brave and the fair,
No station too high for his vengence to spare.
O women, the sorrow and pain is with you,
And so be the joy and the victory, too;
With this for your motto, and succor divine,
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine,
The homes that were happy are ruined and gone.
The hearts that were merry are wretched and lone,
And lives full of promise of good things to come,
Are ruined and wreck’d by the Demon of Rum.
Wives, maidens and mothers, to you it is giv’n,
To rescue the fallen and point them to heav’n.
With us for your guides you shall win by this sign,
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine.
O mothers, whose sons tarry long at the bowl,
Who love their good name as you love your own soul,
O maidens with fathers, and brothers and beaux;
Whose lives you would rescue from infinite woes,
Let war be your watchword, from shore unto shore,
Till Rum and his legions shall ruin no more,
And write on your banners, in letters that shine,
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine.
Chris O'Donovan
on October 30, 2009
MISTAKEN IDENTITY
At my local Waitrose the other morning,at the checkout,lurking amongst my bottles of chateau neuf were two pork steaks. Customer behind me and my daughter.
” What are they?…Are they nice to eat?”
” Split them, flatten them….fill with onion breadcrumbs and dried apricot…wrap in streaky bacon…serve with bramley apple and grainy mustard sauce chilled…..”
Queue is getting restless..
“Look just google Martin Dwyer chef…there are loads of lovely recipes there”
“Is that YOU then?”
Well just for a split second…….nah you’re far too good looking and sober.
Martin
on October 31, 2009
Again thanks Jedrzej, turned out to be a popular post.
Peter, I love the anthem and plan to make it my party piece (just for November mind)
Chris, ah! Flatterer. Amazing how susceptible even fat old alcos are to flattery. (And don’t be buying that Chateau Neuf, there are equally good Cote du Rhones [Rasteau or Cairanne for example] which are way cheaper.)
Comments
betty
on October 27, 2009I’m not sure the one in the front right is on message!
Martin
on October 27, 2009I agree Betty, ready for love,and a bit squiffy, But what about the one in the very middle, with a dead bird on her head, out of her tree I’d say.
Betty
on October 28, 2009On mature reflection I suspect nobody in that photo is a she!
jedrzej
on October 29, 2009Most welcome Martin, let this motivational poster help you during your sad and wineless month of november!
Peter Denman
on October 29, 2009Do you know the temperance poem (song?) with that refrain? (Just taking a rest after unloading all the alcohol we brought back in the car.)
THE LIPS THAT TOUCH LIQUOR
SHALL NEVER TOUCH MINE
The Demon of Rum is about in the land,
His victims are falling on every hand,
The wise and the simple, the brave and the fair,
No station too high for his vengence to spare.
O women, the sorrow and pain is with you,
And so be the joy and the victory, too;
With this for your motto, and succor divine,
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine,
The homes that were happy are ruined and gone.
The hearts that were merry are wretched and lone,
And lives full of promise of good things to come,
Are ruined and wreck’d by the Demon of Rum.
Wives, maidens and mothers, to you it is giv’n,
To rescue the fallen and point them to heav’n.
With us for your guides you shall win by this sign,
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine.
O mothers, whose sons tarry long at the bowl,
Who love their good name as you love your own soul,
O maidens with fathers, and brothers and beaux;
Whose lives you would rescue from infinite woes,
Let war be your watchword, from shore unto shore,
Till Rum and his legions shall ruin no more,
And write on your banners, in letters that shine,
The lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine.
Chris O'Donovan
on October 30, 2009MISTAKEN IDENTITY
At my local Waitrose the other morning,at the checkout,lurking amongst my bottles of chateau neuf were two pork steaks. Customer behind me and my daughter.
” What are they?…Are they nice to eat?”
” Split them, flatten them….fill with onion breadcrumbs and dried apricot…wrap in streaky bacon…serve with bramley apple and grainy mustard sauce chilled…..”
Queue is getting restless..
“Look just google Martin Dwyer chef…there are loads of lovely recipes there”
“Is that YOU then?”
Well just for a split second…….nah you’re far too good looking and sober.
Martin
on October 31, 2009Again thanks Jedrzej, turned out to be a popular post.
Peter, I love the anthem and plan to make it my party piece (just for November mind)
Chris, ah! Flatterer. Amazing how susceptible even fat old alcos are to flattery. (And don’t be buying that Chateau Neuf, there are equally good Cote du Rhones [Rasteau or Cairanne for example] which are way cheaper.)
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