Honesty should be rewarded.
Hired!
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Honesty should be rewarded.
Hired!
Does that mean I have to call you "Boss", now, or shall I stick with "Sir", as usual.
No way, only Parker deseves the title of Boss, Sir is reserved for me, Mick is known as Squire, Soundo..... Floridian flesh, Daffyd Manton, na na na, na na na na or Brylcream Boy and Paulcelm , pupil whacker. Not forgetting Gilliatt Gurgle, and the irreplacable Gbrekken . As you know I have been having a minor problem with the moderators but it is sorted now, all I had to do was repeat three of Shakespeare's soliliquays. Simples , Tommorow and Tomorrow and Tommorow. My death notice wil be reported in the morning. :)
Alas, my only connection with the Squire was dining on pheasant at his expence, but that was a long time ago.
In view of your impending demise Jocky, have you a suitable epitaph prepared, or shall I do you one?
Just an aside on that one, I never, ever - except in jest - use titles. Not Mr. Mrs. Sir or Lord.
If I met the queen, like Paul Keating, I'd be immediately guilty of lese majeste, because I'd say, "G'day Lizzie, how are the dogs?"
Only a couple of times in my life have I met people who wanted to me to refer to them as "Mr. ......."
Didn't end well.
:D
I'm not sure whether you're belittling your own achievements here; surely you were not jesting the time you told us your real name was Baron Jocky of Glasgow?
Just remember that old saying, "Everything is good in moderation."
;)
Remember that Monty Python sketch? "Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum, Yer Madge," he said, and she smiled sweetly!
Jocky,
I have no idea what this is about and perhaps it’s best I don’t know.
If the end is inevitable, then perhaps that epitaph could include something from the “Dreary Beery” :
…A Papal bull arrives from Rome
yoked with a solemn decree.
A pile of coals shall tickle your soles
born of burnt oak and hickory…
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"Sing me Back Home"
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Oh, by the way, did you blokes end up practicing this past Thursday?
Sorry I missed it. I got caught up in the traffic.
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By the way Atheist, I met a countryman of yours the other day. A manufacturor of Post knockers came to see us use one of his machines. A very practical man, he'd been to China to recruit welders as all the kiwis go to Australia as soon as they are trained.
You aiming for "world's cleanest shepherd"?
Yes we did.
After some practice, we were able to down pints of Guinness in less than 10 seconds.
Grrr. Sad, but true. The mineral wealth of Aussie gives us no chance.
does a bear evacuate in the woods
Remember those happy days when there was inter-code snobbery, and men like Jonathan Davies received death threats for "defecting" to *whispers furtively* The North? And how silly it all was?
It was very silly, but here in England reflectd the class system. All the posh schools played Union, and all the comprehensives played league, and never the twain met.
It makes you wonder why they bothered now.