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Previously on "The Life and Times of AlfredJPruffock"
Where I happened to live in Holland whilst on contract with the European Space Agency (ESTEC) was in the middle of the Bulb Growing area - now I know there are some tulip lovers on this site - so this is just for you (taken by Alf 2010 Noordwijk Holland) .
I took this with an IPhone4 -I didn't use Photoshop - it just turned out to be quite a pretty picture - well I hope you like it.
PS After this though I shall tell you the most remarkable story - when Alf met the God of Science ...
Grey brick upon brick,
Declamatory bronze
On somber pedestals -
O'Connell, Grattan, Moore -
And the brewery tugs and the swans
On the balustraded stream
And the bare bones of a fanlight
Over a hungry door
And the air soft on the cheek
And porter running from the taps
With a head of yellow cream
And Nelson on his pillar
Watching his world collapse.
Oooh - I do like a nice poem EO ...
Hey Alf -
Aye - whit ? Are you looking at ma burd ???
Translation I say Alf - are you perchance looking at my girlfriend ?
Grey brick upon brick,
Declamatory bronze
On somber pedestals -
O'Connell, Grattan, Moore -
And the brewery tugs and the swans
On the balustraded stream
And the bare bones of a fanlight
Over a hungry door
And the air soft on the cheek
And porter running from the taps
With a head of yellow cream
And Nelson on his pillar
Watching his world collapse.
Scene One Welcome back my Friends to the Show that Never Ends
Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats with forgotten contractors
Tearing their worthless unsigned Tearstained Timesheets
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
So I know its been a wee while - now then - where was I - oh yes !
I think back in the winter snow of 2012 - yes that's about right - I was out of luck and out of contract alone in a perishing cold hovel by the sea in Noordwijk Netherlands - just completed a three year contract with the European Space Agency (ESTEC) via Contracting Company X - it was the best of times and the worst of times ..
Now - where to begin ?
The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. “Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?” he asked.
“Begin at the beginning,” the King said very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”
And you know what - I think best to do what the King said .... hold on a wee minute - hmm new teeth - that's weird !!!
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