Well, that's one!
:lol:
The trick is finding ones good enough to actually do a job.
Sounds just right!
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Daffyd, I am not having a go as you are clearly a brylcream boy, and not even the possibilty of you being WELSH disturbs me, but the use of the term abeyance, points me in the direction of you being a historian. It is not a commonly used word. Enlighten me. :)
No, Abeyance was just one of those pompous words I learned on my Russian course, at that point in my life when I was smothered with Brylcreem. I can't remember what the heck the Russki word was, now, but then since I've forgotten most of it, that's no surprise. As for a historian, I wrote a piece yesterday for one of the mags that is misguided enough to print my stuff, which was a Roman soldier's letter home to his Mum. Does that count?
Personally, I feel that The Curmudgeons Arms is the perfect name. Having done a few books on pub signs, I shall have to put on my Thinking Head and come up with something. The "After" picture on the front page of my website is probably appropriate - as well as handsome!!!! :thumbsup:
As it happens, My buisness model is based on putting things in abeyance and leaving them there.
Would that be the new, corrugated iron abeyance, with electric light?
The electric light was going in later, but I never got round to it.
Sounds like your business practices and mine are based on the same model!
Aye, this is all very well but we have still not established if you are Welsh. You are clearly on about one of the Vinderlander tablets, personally I prefer the Vindaloo with a side dish of a bucket of lager. Life has always been tough on the frontier up Shropshire way. :)
:)
Genius never goes unrecognised in the Blokes Thread, but in this case it will. Any poet worth his salt can make hay with carrot but turnip has always been problematical. :)
I should be able to knowck off 800,000 posts in no time. :)
Not as of late, having been exiled north of the Mason Dixon for the next few months. “Land of Lincoln…who are they kidding?...more like the land of Orville Redinbacher!
I’ve never seen so much corn in my life! Why, I’ve got corn up to my ears!
Also quote Atheist :
First, booze. Well, it is a party.
I guess that we do try to appeal to a family audience in LitNet and there probably won't be too many schoolkids wanting a double scotch, so we should keep all boozy references in here.
My suggestion for TBC would be for Parker to get everyone's absolute favourite tipple, be it a cold draught or a Dram of buie - Parker being the genius he is will ensure you have a measure of it arranged for the particular time and place needed!
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My grandmother always had a hankerin for drambuie, she’d always keep a bottle tucked under the edge of her mattress. Each time she'd knock one down, us grandkids would get the emty bottles to play with. I remember the sweet aroma wafting up from those bottles.
I kept one of her old Drambuie crates made of honest to goodness wood!
I’d be happy to donate it to the cause, you know for tot’n adult beverages around.
Keep me informed.
Gilliatt
You know that's the sole reason Australia invented the bunyip?
Can't rhyme "turnip" mate?
We'll make up a new word for ya!
Always practical, Australians.
Excellent metaphor!
Your metaphors, jocky's alliteration, Mick's rhymes... we have a bloody poetry group!
How big is it?
Can we squeeze Mrs Jocky in it and send her to Boston?
If a rhyme can't be found, one can usually be contrived .
She had a 'ead the shape of a turnip
And a child that was clasped to 'ur 'ip.
or
If a rhyme with turnip, you need
relax and substitute swede.
Gilliatt: couldn't they just share the horses.
Why do I never notice these little rows until someone is put in the stocks:thumbsup:
Tell Parker to leave the Vodka and Whiskey for the men; I'll take a girls drink...something with pinapple or a cherry in it...
The idea with me and the blacks doing a dance sounds good too:hurray::hurray:
Congrats to young Paul; I hope he's half the great man his dad is.
Does the other Oxford have internet degrees for Americans; we Americans are so impressed with words like Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard and Rhodes...I thought I might run against Sarah in 2012...I've adopted a baby and bought the perfect outfit. :thumbsup:
Mrs J sounds like a lady after my own heart; I like a pair of shoes and a bag to match each outfit; though lately, everything has to go with my Nikes.
Curmudgeon Arms, I like it.
If you get a pole, I can do my little dances in my cheerleader outfit and I hear the mods will bring the highbrows in with poetry contests and starbucks coffee...
Brylcream, a little dab will do you...does that take me back...back to the days when mothers had to scrub the collars of those starched white shirts to get the grease out and a girl didn't dare run her hands through a fellows hair.
Sounds like my whole life:thumbsup:
Jocky - Thou asketh if I am Welsh. Look, this is strictly between thee and me, so don't whatever you do tell anyone else - they'd spread it all over Litnet, but I am of distant Welsh ancestry, but in my case it was so distant, I was born in Sahf Landan, in the glorious district of Lewisham. However, going back far enough in history, our family, being somewhat upper class, provided hewers of wood, drawers of water and suppliers of "night entertainment" to the gentry. I can't help but wonder - what on earth made you think that I wasn't German, say, or Latvian? However, one's genealogy has left me with a taste for Felin Foel bitter, and Penderyn whisky. Well, any whisky, actually, but then, you and Mrs J would know more about that than me. Did you ever get her out of the barrow?
I have a Welsh Granny, and a Swiss Great Grandad, which explains why I feel the urge to yodel the chorus of "Feed me o thy Great Redeemer". Blood will out.
Mongrels all!! And some idiot will always talk about "racial purity".
Irish, Northern England and Bedfordshire. Sailors, cow herders, miners. My wife has done a bit of research and confirmed her assumptions about my ancestry. This little boy is made of tar, pats and coal. I've risen far to the heights of an average income.
:lol:
Or eat Swiss cheese Welsh rarebit!
Hey, I'm one of those - my race is pure mongrel!
What, with the Mediterannean French influence from my paternal grandmother, 1000 years in the poor house from my paternal grandfather, Jewish on the maternal grandfather's side and pure white blonde/blue eyed Saxony from the mother's mother, I couldn't be more Euromongrel if you tried!
Beer with pineapple... hmmm.
Also, we may need to shelve the party plans for a while - it looks as though it will take us a year to get there!
I'll resurrect the thread in six months or so.
No matter, it'll give more time for the wine to age properly! I think we might have a special vintage bottle laid for the occasion!
I shall take my duties of sampling wines for suitability very seriously. Call me at the crack of noon.
Daffyd, your secrets are safe with me, everyone will tell you I don't do private messages, though I have been sent one or two by the mooderators. Thank you for your concern for Mrs Jocky, I have been worrying myself sick about the poor sods in Boston If she ever gets there. It could turn out to be the tea party from hell. :)
The life of a poet is never easy. :)
Och, it could have been a lot worse I could have used brussels sprouts. :)
Aye, I can see all the punters in the Blokes Thread falling over themselves to get invited. :toetap05:
I guess I'll bring my own rum or kahlua; not much into the beer and wines...I occasionally have one of those fruity wine coolers....just being amonst the blokes will be treat enough for me; maybe I and Parker will take a few yodeling lessons from Daffyd...
Perhaps you can give them a few lessons on iambic pentameter and rhyme...or a bit of Chaucerian style may be refreshing
Oh god, you're such a chick!
Kahlua. With milk or Coke?
:yikes:
Wine coolers. Don't tell Parker - just give him some bosh about it being a health drink. Health & Parker are strangers.
:lol:
Love colloquialisms.
Down here, a "yodel" after drinking is aimed at the porcelain bowl!
That iambic pentameter always sounded a bit kinky to me.
:goof:I know you are our glorious founder and all that, but sometimes I worry about you.
I felt I had to post SOMETHING because for a while there our revered institution was lying next door to that girly bit of nonsense, The Coffee Club
I actually entered the wrong door, but I think I got away with it.
If you had on that farmer's smock you were wearing last Saturday night, you'll have got away with it!
Oy, who suggested that I'm any good at Yodelling? In either sense?
Haha! You and me both!
That thread still going? Good effort, girls - any new knitting patterns about? Bajerox was looking for some knitting to do the other day; I must tell her to go in there.
Well, I could say that you brought it up...
I like my Kahlua with thick cream on the rocks; sometimes a splash of amaretto with it. Nah, I stay away from too much drinking though; it turns me honest. I start telling everyones secrets.
Theres this nice wine cooler with a passion fruit flavor; Parker might even decide to partake with me if we drink it in the hot tub...
I think I have a chart and iambic pentameter is one of the positions...
You better check to see that you still have all your parts intact; it's dangerous in there with all the trying on of spike heels and vanishing creams...
Wasn't that you yodelling last saturday, daffyd; I was following at a distance since I didn't get an official invite...I heard a great deal of bellowing, a few thumps, oohs and ahs, squeals, and a quick get away with a squeal of tires....followed by a few rifle shots
I don't know, Atheist, you have to know the talk to get into that thread; I've never managed to get an answer
Zounds! If I'd know you were there, I'd have been quieter!
Not sure if the hot tub with Parker is wise! The heat makes his dicky-bow squeak!
Is that what the squeaking was; I thought it was the hot peppers he was serving with the cheese:blush:
I think he was actually trying to find a place where he could invite all of the playboy bunnies without any competition...I don't know; I never get invited to any of the posh affairs...
Which reminds me Prendlemick and Gilliatt, how did you both manage to get into the coffee clutch and actually become part of the conversation; I'm a sort of girl and they never talked to me about shoes or earrings:(
Oh, this I got to see, I guess I'll sneak around the back...a lycra tux will be fabulous...I hope Parker will do a bit of manscaping first:ciappa:
Conversation! You mean a put down that included all of my gender.
And me!!!
You've outed them!
:smilielol5:
Do the girls put men down in their thread?
I'm horrified!
Just have a look at the difference between how we gentlemen deport ourselves in even the inner circles of blokedom.
We revere women!
All those pics, the discussion on Steffi Graf's charms and how many smokin' hot redhaired models our good friend has been to bed with.
It's like that old joke, isn't it:
In a relationship....
Women want love, tenderness, empathy, listening and understanding. They want a best friend, a confidante and a knight in shining armour all tied into one.
Men want you to shut up and take your clothes off!
Sorry, Scher, unless you can sink 14 pints of bitter and still recite The Ballad of Eskimo Nell, whilst taking the transmission out of a Morris Minor Clubman, well,...........