Andy Capp by Reg Smythe for May 01, 2016

You gotta know your audience.

A pair of sots…………….

Well, that’s some Guitar Bob music Andy can actually appreciate.

What does jonathan mason ’ave to say about this?

A blue jay with a crow’s head??

It’s a shame Guitar Bob wasn’t on that plane, instead of Buddy Holly!

RayZ68 said, about 21 hours ago

Those if us who who British roots or hail from Great Britain understand today’s strip perfectly well.

The comments here show Americans, I think, don’t really fully grasp Andy Capp. Quite a few of them don’t even have anything to do with the strip^^Actually, we DO understand Andy Capp, I certainly do, have been a fan since the 1960s, what I don’t understand is how the present writers got their jobs; they have pretty much destroyed Reg Smythe’s legacy!

says Mikeyj 15 minutes agoRayZ68 said, about 21 hours agoThose if us who who British roots or hail from Great Britain understand today’s strip perfectly well.The comments here show Americans, I think, don’t really fully grasp Andy Capp. Quite a few of them don’t even have anything to do with the strip^^Actually, we DO understand Andy Capp, I certainly do, have been a fan since the 1960s, what I don’t understand is how the present writers got their jobs; they have pretty much destroyed Reg Smythe’s legacy!^^^I’ve been reading Andy Capp for a long, long time and I understand 99 percent of them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9G-Np1HB9M

this made me l.m.a.o. https://youtu.be/l-w-mWhIWEM it’s called That’s a Moron

It looks like Guitar Bob will have to play that song every time Andy is in now! Andy won’t get sick of the song because he never gets sick of beer.

Know what I’m saying?

xxx

Darby O’Gill

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, Ninety-nine bottles of beer.

Take Ninety-eight down, and pass ‘em around And that’s my bottles of beer

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

In heaven there is no beer, That’s why we drink it here.

And when you’re dead, The old man said, “your friends will be drinking your beer”.

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

If it wasn’t for all of the Guinness, I’d have gone home a long time ago.

I’d have been straight and I’d have been sober, Not staggering to and fro.

I remember the words of me father, As I order up one more.

No matter how much, You stagger and such, You can never fall off of the floor.

Floor, floor, floor, trickle beer, beer, beer… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

I often give the water, To my son and to my daughter. I often give the wine to me wife (she’s always whinin’)

Her mother’s big and scary, She drinks up all the sherry. The baby take the milk to save it’s life.

Oh, my father drinks poitin, To keep his thinkin’ clean. It makes his mind so nimble and so clear.

But of all the liquefiers, for meself and me desires, There’s isn’t anything as wet as beer.

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

It’s a mystery to me, Why some people drink the tea. It’s only just a bitter form of rain.

And them without a reason, That drink the nasty sqeazin’ Of the apple or the orange are insane.

Oh, some drink the soda pop, ‘til the dyin’ makes ‘em stop. They’re kilt of malnutrition every year.

Oh, but them as wise as I, Are gonta to live until we die. Survived by just an empty glas of beer.

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

I drink my beer from bottles or from cans, Or right out from the tap where it stands.

I drink it from jars Under bridges or in bars. Some times I do not even use my hands.

I drink it from Styrofoam or glass. I drink on a Sunday after Mass (during Mass).

I drink it ‘til I think I couldn’t take another drink Then I drink until I fall upon my. . .

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

Doh, My beer, I spilled my beer Re, the man who buys me beer Me, the man who drinks my beer Fa, a long, long way from beer Sol, I think I’ll some a beer La, ts and Lots of lots of beer Tea, I’d rather have some beer that will bring us back to

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

A long time ago, way back in histo- ry, When all there was to drink was nothin’ but cups of tea, A-long came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps, And he invented the wonderful drink, and he made it out of hops.

Chorus: Hey! He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing; Look at what he’s done for us, he’s filled us up with cheer, Lord, bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

The Hole-in-the-wall, O’Leary’s Place, the Dublin Pub as well One thing you can be sure of, it’s Charlie’s beer they sell; So all you lucky lads, at five o’clock we stop, For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps!

One… two… three… four… five…

Chorus: He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing; Look at what he’s done for us, he’s filled us up with cheer, Lord, bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented… Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer…

Guitar Bob is Darby O’Gill? ;-)

The perfect song for Bob to sing for Andy:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOiyksNlrY0

playing possum = pretending to be dead

QuizIf April showers bring May flowers what do Mayflowers bring?-Bev you are disqualified from competing.

May flowers bring on hay fever

Just passing on Number Six’s “Hi.”….. He’ll be back with us soon with another instalment of “Andy meets Affie”.

No wonder Andy loves that song! LOL!

Good evening Cappers! Take care until I drop by again!