At the back of the hill

Warning: If you stay here long enough you will gain weight! Grazing here strongly suggests that you are either omnivorous, or a glutton. And you might like cheese-doodles.
BTW: I'm presently searching for another person who likes cheese-doodles.
Please form a caseophilic line to the right. Thank you.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

MIDDLE AGED MAN DANDER

During most of the morning I vacuumed and moved furniture, so that the cigar smokers would have somewhere to be their own vegetable selves without bothering the civilized people. The lounge was an utter mess.
But the wall is better than ever, and even though there are no electronic restraint devices, it kept the sour old crotchets quiet.

Boruch Hashem.

The pipe smokers arrived in dribbles and drabs throughout the day. One of them, new to the pleasant past-time, was called away by his good woman, to whom he had not yet broken the news of a new and lovable peculiarity. But he started it well; one tin of Baby's Bottom (1938), one tin of Standard Mixture. Sound choices, especially if you take the wench-like temptations of 1Q and Captain Black Cherry into account.

Ten pipe smokers and a tub of hummus. That's a minyan.
All adult males, awake, and well into maturity.
There's a blessing there somewhere.


"Please give me four packs of twelve inch long scrubby cleaners I need to pee."


Dude, without a pause or a recognizable comma in that sentence, we will worry about your narrow urethra. As you get older, various things start to fail, we understand that, but four packs are ridiculous. See a doctor?

Try massage, and chanting 'om'.

By the time I was free for lunch, all the salami and striated Italienischer geräucherter schinken were gone. But there was still plenty of hummus, and some cheese.


SMELLS LIKE A 'DISCREET' OLD LADY

Had my third pipe afterwards. A bowl of St. Bruno Ready Rubbed, which is pretty much the same as the St. Bruno Flake -- a little darker due to slightly different handling before being cut thicker than the flakes and then broken apart -- and altogether a splendid tobacco for fuddy-duddies and elderly fossils; it is a very stodgy and old-fashioned product.
Both versions have the same topping.
A splendid smoke.

Nick popped open a tin of McConnell's Scotch Cake: red Virginias, very minor inclusions of Perique and Kentucky Dark Fired. After four years of just sitting there before the lid came off, it smelled like orgasm in a can.

Two or three people tried the Stonehenge Flake (by G. L. Pease), and agreed that reports of a chocolate topping were absurd.
Lovely tobacco, highly recommended.



The August 2017 meeting of the Pipe Club was very enjoyable.
Everybody had a jolly good time in good company.
There was wine, but I did not have any.
I do not indulge during work.


Besides, those middle aged old farts drank it all.




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4 Comments:

  • At 12:36 AM, Anonymous Salome said…

    Hey Mr. Hill,

    I was wondering what your opinion is of the heroic right-wing protestors who marched in Charlottesville, to defend the glorious history of the south against the people who want to wash it away. You often post about your reactions to political events. Thanks.

     
  • At 7:36 AM, Blogger The back of the hill said…

    My opinion? Loathing.

     
  • At 8:56 AM, Anonymous Salome said…

    You don't like Nazis?

     
  • At 8:18 PM, Blogger The back of the hill said…

    Not enough red meat.

     

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