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i love hoarfrost (pogonip)
How are the preparations for the annual Cold Ale Christmas Party going?
I'm having a trial run on Saturday - we have been invited to a party. I don't get out... at all ...and so I'll let you know how it goes.
I've also got my Programme Manager's christmas Lunch coming up - which will be more interesting than it sounds - as my mate is a big book fan, and does great impressions.
Are you chaps and Ladies doing anything nice and social over the forthcoming festive season?
Well, I don't suppose old Jocky will be invited. I am surprised Paul that you were not down Westminster way pushing a pike on behalf of our students. The nasty sods almost scared the Duchess of Cornwall ,though I don't know who got the biggest fright, them looking in the Bentley or her looking out.
Oh, and by the way Atheist I hope you have noticed that never once have I mentioned that Scotland are the new rugby union champions of the world.
First grekken and now this one returns...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVvKb...eature=related
I knew he'd come back.
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Mick, I have got a confession to make, it was me that started the campaign to reinstate Shane Warne back to the Aussies. Losing the bid for the World Cup and being shattered in the Ashes would fair warm us up north of the border, but as Confucious says " Man with Flymo should never upset farmer with John Deare. "
Aye, I am a sucker for punishment. The Ben - Hur treatment I do not deserve. This might interest you, Wiki-Leaks are saving the last for best. They are releasing the cold war alien files and big-foot sightings in an unabridged totally believable pay pal format. Apparently only forty million authorised, unauthorised privates will have exclusive access. The power of Google.
Ooh, David Bowie looked really hot in that movie...
Wow, is that ice on the branches? I had bits of ice on my windshield when I went out tonight...It's only 55, but the humidity is at 89%
What's whorefrost?
What are the kids up to, ATheist...What, no broken bones or eye injuries yet?
Sounds exciting. I am invited to the neighbors, every year I try to talk them out of buying gifts...because then, I have to buy gifts; does that sound cheap? Anyway, I have the tree, carolers and village up, most of my daughters presents have arrived (I shopped totally by internet this year) and I'll cook a roast...I've already started eating cookies and adding increasingly more rum in the eggnog.
Not only are you invited, you can dress up as Father Christmas:santasmil
:ladysman: All together for Christmas...where is Parker, we have to buy more booze!
Remember last Xmas! That was some disaster, if I ever get my hands on the son of a ***** who mentioned the turkey sandwiches again I will ...... Mind you remember the trifle and the presents. Who says the Scots are greedy ? Cheers Soundo and thanks for your humanity.
Hi Jocky. Nice to see you back.
Sounds - whorefrost is that look you get when... no never mind. But yes - that's ice on the tree. We had a freezing fog which coats everything. Looks amazing.
I now what you mean about the presents - it's got to stop somewhere. Surely a bit of eggnog and cheer is enough for neighbours.
Good!
I'm getting Mumford & Sons to play a set for us as we get into the Guinness!
:smilielol5:
That's what I thought!
Good to see you back, mate!
Yes, that was an excellent effort.
We have the cup waiting for you next year.
What, turkey sandwiches, at least the little women should hide the turkey in Bisquick or chow mein:shocked:
Greedy, surely not, you'd give away your last bit of cash to help your fellow man and then pass the hat....Oops, I left my wallet at home:blush5:
Ah yes, whorefrost is what you call it? Yes, I think the young gigolo gave me a look like that :dupe:
Well, thank you for understanding, the neighbors just think I'm hording my gold...I don't really get it, one has 16 grandchildren to buy for and still turns up every year with a pair of too small slippers or a strange scented candle for me.
Now, don't get me wrong here but the truth has to be told. Now I have to admit I don't believe in God or Gods but there is a malevolent being out there. This may be dualistic thinking but I am not so sure. How come every time I press my trousers the milk bottle falls on the crease and when I try to shave it is a scrape because sonny boy has been using my razor ? There may be more to this than meets the eye.
What you say has merit Jocky. I too have noticed a conspiricy of inanimate (supposedly) objects to confound my simple desires:- The piece of toast that lands butter side down, the pound coin that rolls under the sofa, the TV remote that lays just out of reach. They claim of course to be merely following the laws of physics, but I know better.
There was a young dude called Gilliatt
who believed in Sasquatch and all of that
till he met Emmy Lou
whom he intercoursed in the zoo
and that was the end of the bigfoot younger brat
The last line does not work and that has devestated me, but I have introduced a new verb into the English language ' intercoursed ' it is good and you can use it in many variations. Pose, preen and soforth.
You know me and you are buddies but I have to dissassociate myself from your comment on the entirely reasonable grounds that I have just heard that ' Apeneck Sweeney ' has applied to subscribe. Now we have got time Atheist as he is not the brightest but if he sees this, which he eventually will ,God help us. From your good mate GILLIATT. :D:D
Bigfoot and Lefty
As told by Emmylou Harris
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMPyd...eature=related
"Living in the woods my friend
Was gonna keep you aloof and lean
Now you wear your fur like iron
Your foot’s as big as Jethro Bodine
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And went back to her Jack Links and beans
(refrain)
All the TBRC hunters say
They could have tranquilized him any day
They only let him slip away
To keep the legend alive I suppose.
http://www.texasbigfoot.org/
Lefty he can't sing the blues
He’s agitated by the size of his shoes
and choking on dander from Bigfoot’s fur
that ended up in Lefty's mouth."
(repeat refrain)
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And who prithee is Jethro Bodine and furthermore why are you desecrating Emmylou's lyrics? I admit your doggerel is doggone better than mine, by a long way , but at least I don't stoop to wrecking a ballad just to slip in the TBRC. Does bad literature know no peramaters? Your just green with jealousy because you never came up with ' intercoursing ' This will really get up your nose I have seen the very latest Bigfoot movie and it is a real hoot. There!
How about the Bloke's thread Shakespeare Christmas Play. It can be Tragedy or Comedy or what you will.
First Clown: Marry, methinks I see a ... nay I know not what, methinks it is nine times three doubly, doubly rebounded! What ho a stranger comes hence. Aside ... Cease thy damned knocking. Softly, away, away....(Follow that)......
I met a fool in the forest
So wrote the immortal Bard,
He lived upon the tourist,
And measured his feet by the yard.
How about, Hamlet vs Othello -This time it's personal!
Go to, Go to. As long as no one mentions the Mobbled Queen. :)
You realise, of course, that there is better than an even chance that the Bard was Scottish. Hume, Adam Smith, Burns and perhaps, maybe Shakespeare and where does that leave you? Jeffrey Archer, Kane and nae Able. No matter!
Aye, and apparently he was a left footer , but this is just hearsay you understand. However in my humble opinion no one could have written The Scottish Play ( Wiki leaks could be hacking in ) without the necessary inside info. You know Mick he gets very touchy about these things. Just another wee point to finish with. We are trying to pass a law which states categorically that no rugby team from whatsover nation are allowed to enact the HAKA and fear us to death before the match at Murrayfield. This applies to all nations to whomsover this may refer to. :)
Preening his fur by the fire,
A careless move on his part.
Fur balls sparked by the pyre,
He must now wear a wig to the mart. 10
Haha - touche. I bow to your originality and apparent youth based on the new avatar and signoff quote!
Jethro Bodine; a quintessential Hillbilly and highly underrated American icon:
(the first minute or so is enough)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5aNn...eature=related
Listen I loved Ma, Pa and Jethro as much as the next man, but Ellie May was something to behold. As to you awarding me a straight 2, you might have made it a 2 and a half. As to giving Mick a 6 you will only encourage him. Remember I can only go up and he has got to go down. Swings and roundabouts Old chap, swings and roundabouts. Damn I might get a 1. You fly git you awarded yourself a 10. Gilliatt is not playing with a straight bat and I am demanding a 4 by 4 ruling.
No, no... those are the stanza(?)/ line(?) counts.
You know...the little numbers off to the side of poems.
If we are to construct this monumental piece, then we must have reference points along the way. Sort of like breaking twigs along the trail, or wedging fur in bark.
Your first entry had two lines, Mick's - 4, etc.
Go back to the heath
and snort some ale
conjur up more lines
so we may continue this tale.
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:D I am just away to my kip but I feel it is My Scottish duty to intervene before Mick of the Vale gets in. Kevin Peterson as he only hits centuries in the Ashes, which only happens bi-annually. I hope that cleared things up to no ones satisfaction, but it was a fine intervention . Howzat! :D
O.K I will hang around for a few more nana-seconds for the Murphy story, but it better be good as you know I have a 4x4 hearing first thing in the morning. Feet tapping I am waiting, this better be good.......
Gbrekken, you just did that intentionally while you are googling all the Murphy stories. That is it, this is a clear, murky wind up. Goodnight! :)
Jocky, I can't help noticing that while we Gentlemen of England are abed and holding our manhoods cheaply, you seem to be reluctant to go up. I hope mrs Jocky isn't making unreasonable demands.
To be or not to be bewigged.
To walk, or travel round well horsed,
(That line had to be re-jigged
to rhyme with intercoursed)
Poems!
The laddie fancies himself a poet!
Rubbish!
Roger Waters, The Wall.
:smilielol5:
Oh, I bet he was.
I remember the Scottish Play!
That was where Willie-John Mcbride peeled off the lineout, cut-out pass to John Jeffrey for a barnstorming, high knee-action run to the goalposts.
You'll actually get quite a lot of support over here for that.
The boofheads (83% of rugby supporters) love it for the aggression it shows, while the rest feel it's a stupid anachronism, horribly overdone and not something that needs to be on a rugby paddock.
Maybe Scotland should try the old "reverse kilt haka" to see how that goes down.
Puerile nonsense.
Heck, even I knew Gilliatt was doing the counting thing!
Ellie-May, slightly before my time, but I certainly ...
,,,,,admired her in repeats.
Even I knew that! It amazed the hell out of me, actually.
I'll leave you to count, and I bet you never find anything I write to put a number on.
I'm a Phillipino.... Philistinian .... Philidelphian...
...one of those people with no music or poetry in their soul.
Only three more sleeps!
Fat chance of that Mick. Mrs Jocky and I are not on speaking terms at the moment or to be more precise she is not speaking to me. All because I declared my intention of going through to cut the Widow MacKenzie's grass. She gave me a look which I can only describe as sheer malevolence as she stated through gritted teeth " At eleven o' clock at night, that will be right ". I have to go now as I have a mountain of dishes to do. Women can be so petty.
Sympathies. A week, or maybe two, of penitence looms. Exrtra housework, kindly words and smiles rebuffed. Perhaps an unscheduled holiday, or an expensive item of jewellery. Maybe a candlelit dinner.
Of course this may be anathema to the Jocksman, who may decide to sweat it out. :D
great audio/video of the Metrodome roof's 4th collapse on Fox Sports. having lived in those environs it just goes to show that a teflon roof supported by nothing but hot air doesn't cut it in that climate.
Think I'll cancel plans to visit London and enroll at University. Unless of course I'm invited to ride in the royal Rolls, just to hear Camilla/Charles response to such an affront.
No need to google this Murphy's Law: what can go wrong will go wrong. So, when you drop your buttered bread it lands on the buttered side. It's merely karma gents.
Hopefully by now Jocky has learned to hit an inside the park homer, sliding safely into home, able to pick up his bat (straight or not) and do it all over again, much to the joy of the participants. (Stick it between the wickets man!) If that's not clear, grab a bottle, pour a shot, say "here's mud in your eye", and enjoy the day anyway.
Many happy karmic returns on the day to y'all. Perhaps even Soundo will learn the meaning of pogonip (easier to spell than hoarfrost).
Keep up the great poetic works as well! Oh, and Elly Mae had nothing over Daisy Duke of Hazzard County Kentucky.
Nice video!
Funny how people forget about how snow is made up of water, which is actually reasonably heavy stuff.
We had a smaller stadium get crushed under snow even though it had a steel roof just a couple of months back.
I'd love to know if Chuck just thought for even a second of his predecessor namesake.
Or Petticoat Junction!
I always found myself drawn to the blondes when I was a kid.
Nothing changes.
petticoat junction was just down the RR tracks from hooterville where green acres were. my favorite is the three females bathing in the train's water tower 9steam engine days)
Another great TV classic...
"Come ride the little train that is rollin down the tracks to the junction..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAksy...eature=related
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If I may shift gears and take inventory of our tale.
Here's what we have so far:
J=Jocky; P=Prendrelemick; G=Gilliatt; TVZ= Townes van Zandt (Lyrics to Pancho and Lefty)
There was a young dude called Gilliatt
who believed in Sasquatch and all of that
till he met Emmy Lou
whom he intercoursed in the zoo
and that was the end of the bigfoot younger brat 5 J
First Clown: Marry, methinks I see a ... nay I know not what, methinks it is nine times three doubly, doubly rebounded!
What ho a stranger comes hence.
(Aside) ... Cease thy damned knocking.
Softly, away, away....(Follow that)...... 9 J
I met a fool in the forest
So wrote the immortal Bard,
He lived upon the tourist,
And measured his feet by the yard. 13 P
Living in the woods my friend
Was gonna keep you aloof and lean
Now you wear your fur like iron
Your foot’s as big as Jethro Bodine 17 G/TVZ
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And went back to her Jack Links and beans 21 G/TVZ
(refrain)
All the TBRC hunters say
They could have tranquilized him any day
They only let him slip away
To keep the legend alive I suppose. 25 G/TVZ
Lefty he can't sing the blues
He’s agitated by the size of his shoes
and choking on dander from Bigfoot’s fur
that ended up in Lefty's mouth." 29 G/TVZ
(repeat refrain)
Preening his fur by the fire,
A careless move on his part.
Fur balls sparked by the pyre,
He must now wear a wig to the mart. 33 G
Go back to the heath
and snort some ale
conjure up more lines
so we may continue this tale. 37 G
To be or not to be bewigged.
To walk, or travel round well horsed,
(That line had to be re-jigged
to rhyme with intercoursed) 41 P
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