Whatever has happenned to Soundo? Perhaps she has become weary of us blokes. ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-pmpgrYQgs
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Whatever has happenned to Soundo? Perhaps she has become weary of us blokes. ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-pmpgrYQgs
Yes, I wonder how she is.
I've been really busy over the past half term. I've got a day at Uni tomorrow for my Maths course, and then I'm off for a week. Lovely.
My daughter is in Japan at the moment on a school exchange. 10 days in Japan. When I was a lad I managed 4 days in Northumberland with the school. Northumberland is nice - don't get me wrong - but Japan would have been amazing.
It's quiet in the house, as the lad's at uni as well. Still, there's the dog. He's loud.
Lilly Von Schtupp as Soundo...yeah, I can see that.
and where has the New Zealand contingent been?
Paul,
Sounds like you got the run of the place for a while.
Enjoy it while you can.
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There's a turn up. The Welsh have lost and it's nothing to do with the match officials!
There is no way New Zealand can lose in the final.:devil:
One would never dream of putting the mockers on New Zealand before a match of this magnitude but :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4LNjNXt1yM&feature=fvst
Le 'aka de Nouvelle Zealand est un peu comme see comme ca. Mais pour le chanson magnifique regardez cet.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTuR7...eature=related
Jamies l'espirit, Athee, ma famillie Ecossais et Chinois sont juste derriere vous.
http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6106/...20eb3c47_b.jpg
Ta shur tai how la, Lou Jocky
You have lost me there Mick so I phoned my grandson who knows everything and repeated your words, he fell silent for a moment and said ;
"Granda that sounds like Mandarin to me and you should know by now we speak Cantonese. "
A translation would be greatly appreciated.
My boy who worked in China for two years is entirely to blame. Before he went he was warned not to try and speak the lingo to the natives, as a mere wrong inflection could be an unforgivable insult and result in a phalanx of ninjas creeping over his rooftop in the dead of night. (or is that a Japanese thing?)
Anyway, I asked him what the Chinese for "nice pic Jocky" was and the closest he could do was "It be wonderful Mr Jocky". However the spelling is my own, and is at best a rough approximation of the sounds that eminated from his contorted mouth.
:lol:
Thanks for that. Ta Shur, apart from being a district in Afghanistan, approximates to he said or she said. Ta is one of these strange Mandarin pronouns which does not recognise gender. The phrase Tae hao le in the main equates to wonderful but can mean nice or good. As to Lou I have not got a scooby but you did get jocky right.
In the interests of clarity I think we should leave the Chinese translations to Parker from now on.
Geez, I must have inadvertantly sideswiped into rugby, I was just wonderin' where ole Atheist took off too?
I thought it was some form of Gaulish...I was reminded of this (the relative part is at the end...does it really matter on this thread?):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVI_nZrK3Uo
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"She didn't even say goodbye". :) That defeat by the Saint Louis Cardinals, apt name, has hit you harder than I thought. Never mind there is always the next game against them at home in Texas.This thread is getting absurd Au Revoir Gilliatt.
As for Atheist he is maybe waiting until after the final against France to make his triumphal return. He might think that any contact with us will jinx the Kiwis chances.
That was closer than anyone thought, but congratulations to New Zealand.
I would say the best team of the tournament won the World Cup. But the best team in the final lost.
It's all down to the referee anyway.
Well it was a long wait but we finally did it.
A long way to go yet GG .
If this doesn't tempt Soundo back then I am afraid we are lost guys :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjxY9...eature=related
I'm on a week off - fantastic. It's been an exceptionally busy half term for me as I've become the Manager of the building I work in. So we have the usual gripes - the car park is full, the computer's not working, there's not enough space in the Tutor room etc etc.
To cope with this I have adopted a Mafia attitude - "It's not personal - it's just business"". (Except of course on those occaisions when I employ the services of the "council assassin". (We also have a penal island somewhere in the Hebrides).
So, by a combination of hard work, negotiation and fantastical imaginings - I've got through term 2.
I envy and congratulate you Paul; a week off and wrapping up term 2.
Looks like you've gone back to the old look. How's the beard?
(I seem to recall a discussion about the beard as a means to hide certain anomolies. Am I right?)
Well, the Rangers managed to pull off a win last night (Monday) thanks to Mike Naploli, so we are up 3 games to 2 in the series. Just one more and we win the whole ball of wax.
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"Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so" *
The Rangers lost.
*Oliver Goldsmith - The Deserted Village
You're right. The beard has recently been trimmed. I don't like it long - just a chinbeard. I asked my wife a couple of years ago whether I should shave it off. She said no, as I have no chin. That provoked a number of posts from our disgruntled fellows with similar experiences. I recently asked her again, and she gave me that - "Do I really have to repeat myself" look. I think she has a practical view of me. When asked by my friend once why I was so cheerful, she attributed it to me being simple. I think I'll have something like that on my memorial plaque down at the crematorium.
I am lucky.I get a week off, but it's the half term holiday of term 1 - Autumn term here. 7 weeks to xmas hols now.
That's right, they lost the whole kit and caboddle in game 7.
The series was squared up at game six with the Rangers loss (you could say they lost game six 3 times!)
"Messala: Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child'
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
the things that are not? O error, soon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'st unto happy birth,
but kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!"
I suffer a similar malady along with a large forehead. The wife refers to it as the "Hillary Step"
http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:A...FRvMz9GA-_Eblw
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The dangers of following the Rangers
Cannot be known by strangers.
Your hair you'll pull out
At the Umpire's shout
You'll boo and you'll hiss
At a swing and a miss
you'll shout and cheer
And drink too much beer
And your hopes, they be fecund
Then you finish second.
Tis the basest of ball
That has you in thrall.
A game that so confounds us,
I think I'll stick to Rounders.
Gilliatt, a little something to go with Mick's poem:
http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6103/...fccfde8c_o.jpg
Und eine kleine nachtmusik to help ease your suffering :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U078jX6Z6fo
We Scots know the pain of defeat. Not to worry there is always next season.
Is Tom Hicks still the owner of the Rangers?
I suffer a similar malady along with a large forehead. The wife refers to it as the "Hillary Step"
:lol:
Our wives would get on.
With all the talent about, we should do an Anthology of Cold Ale Wit and Wisdom.
We could dust off a few anecdotes I'll bet.
Or, reading Gilliat's comment, and remembering the trials of Jocky, we could call it:
The Blokes' Lament.
Magnificent!
You know, Christmas is not too far off and the recent surge of poetry(?) has givin me the Christmas Play itch.
I went back through some of my notes trying to determine if a theme has been established for this year. We are somewhere in the realm of Teste tape, Allotments, sheds, burning or back masking Led Zeppelin albums, gnomes, Captain Beefheart, etc., etc.
Thank you Jocky, your elixir cured me. I'm am ready to move on to the Dallas Cowboys...never mind, they lost 34 to 7.
Wasn't he trying to buy a football team somewhere across the Atlantic?
Great idea Paul. We certainly have accumulated a wealth of material.
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Mr Hicks did indeed 'buy' a team (or should that be a 'sports franchise') across the Atlantic. Lets just say he suits his cowboy hat.....
A poor excuse of a Shakespearian sonnet for the xmas play.
Ahem! :
The wind doth blast up in the north
where yon Scot sits all of a quiver.
The Yuletide play draws quickly forth
shouldst he throw himself into the river.
Quills are sharp and the wits are keen
forsooth he must anon hie hence
O'er the festive days he must not be seen
and must o'erleap the snow clad fence.
The wits do gnaw and worry at his bones
and yon sands of time they do ship faster
Winter storms doth drowneth out his groans
of his own self he is no longer master.
Alas poor Jocky accepts his sure fate
to end up like Feste outside the gate.
Merry Christmas Jocky:biggrin5:
Enjoy the boo-ooze gentlemen! Happy Halloween! :D
Oh my, I see I have been replaced by a beautiful young princess...Men. I had just come by to see if I was missed:leaving: