I've discovered a text to speech animation tool on Youtube, so I though I'd make a video about our thread.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bI3xBB513Bg
It's pretty easy to use.
I've discovered a text to speech animation tool on Youtube, so I though I'd make a video about our thread.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bI3xBB513Bg
It's pretty easy to use.
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I was just about to post a video but it pales into insignificance compared with that. I will see you down at the Curmudgeons later on.
" There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make. "
That is brilliant Paul. But technology will never replace Gilliat.
Thanks chaps. I'll be in curmudgens. You're right - Gilliatt is irreplaceable.
My 1000 post, and I couldn't imagine a better place to spend it.
Paul, that is priceless !!
“…after all, at their age they’re not getting too much else”
We must have that displayed prominently on the bar wall of shame!
Well chaps, it is July 8th…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQlpACCcq4Y
I spent the night on the roof searching the heavens for the annual return and all I got were mosquito bites and a couple of chemtrails.
Maybe next year.
In honor of Paul’s creativity, my 1000th post and extra-terrestrials, all drinks are on me for the duration of the weekend.
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Alright - enough petrolheadedness. That's probably the longest conversation about cars I've ever had.
Last Monday, the Yank and I went to the Preview Evening of the Hampton Court Flower Show. Say what you like about the monarchy - and I'm very ambivalent myself - but if it weren't for the avaricious unreasonableness of Henry VIII, we wouldn't have this to play with today.
The Preview Evening - in fact the whole week-long event - is an incredibly civilised and polite occasion, attendance at which undermines any subsequent claims one might make to still being working-class at heart. The Yank and I found a spot for our picnic blanket, dumped our wine and stuff on it in full view of the passing throng, and wandered off, confident that the bourgeois honesty rife at the show would ensure that it'd all still be there when we got back two hours later. Which it was.
The weather was putting on one of those balmy, golden evenings that contrives to make you feel that everything's really jolly pleasant in a way that only the English can manage, and that, gosh, isn't the BBC a good idea, and strawberries too, and also Pimm's and big fat sausages. This is a feeling that can carry you right through to the ill-organised and bad-tempered Destruction Derby which results from trying to get eight thousand cars out of a nine foot gate onto a main road, which, frankly, is a typical British screw-up, just like the smug bloody BBC, tasteless supermarket strawberries, poncey bloody Pimm's and God knows what goes into sausages, but whatever it is, it'll take you down before you hit fifty-five.
We bought a lot of dahlias. Buying dahlias is pretty much tantamount to wearing a t-shirt that reads, "At my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near. And I'm not getting my leg over that often either." It's like designing your own wreath.
So, blokes - we've done pictures of our cars. Now let's do pictures of our flowers.
This week round at Bastable Towers, we're keen on this one...
Just when you think this is the best thread the entire internet has ever seen, it gets better!
More win than Manchester United.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Gilliat I'm sure those aliens meant to put in an appearence, but got held up in a cosmological version of mark's 8000 cars through a 9 ft gate.
Talking of gardens, I have discovered a great new wheeze this year re mowing the lawn. In the past I,ve "accidently" let in a few sheep, but Mrs P will no longer put up with that as they rampage over her soft friuts as well.
So this year somewhere around the beginning of june, as I approached the foot high grass with a coughing lawnmower I had a brainwave, I just cut a few paths through this jungle, and created a maze for the Grandchildren ! I was done in minutes, and they love it. All I have to do is shove the mower round the paths once a week and job done. Proving that necessity isn't the mother of invention, indolence is.
Here's one that amazed the hell out of me the other day; I was playing around at Paddy Power, Bookmakers, looking for odds on US Republican nominee for 2012 when I saw odds for "Aliens"! I had to look.
This comes up:
These are lifetime bets that die with you, but if you take a bet at age 18 and collect at age 90, the bet will stand if that's the day it is confirmed that alien life has made contact/been contacted.
To me, simple use of maths and physics dictates that the odds are short by a factor of millions. Not to mention, even interest at a lousy 6 or 7 % will compound to double your money in 7 years, so after the ~10 years of holding the bet, all US bets have already been paid for, and even the longer shots like Wales have been paid off by the time the bet ~25 years old.
The maths on this one tells me that a lot of people are taking it. And a big lot at that, especially given the compound interest angle.
Fascinating.
That is true genius, mate.
Parker! Bring Mick the "A" drinks list, please. (Mick, do NOT let jocky* see the list!)
*or Sounds, for that matter - I've just seen some of the cocktails.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
I'll have a" Little Green Man over Scotland" 25 parts Drambuie to one Creme de menthe.
This flower thing ain't catching on, is it?
See, I knew I wasn't a real bloke.
The strangest thing happened tonight. I chanced to look out the kitchen window, just to see how my pansies were coming along, and lo and behold sillouheted on my shed roof by the huge yellow moon was none other than Turncoat and Bartok, staring intently at the stars. I rushed out with a big bone grasped in my hand and shaking my maize can only to be greeted with what I can only describe as a silent indifference. I returned to the house in a state of utter bewilderment and explained my experience to Mrs Jocky and was totally ignored in the same manner. The eighth of July may be more significant than some cynics might appreciate. Where is that bloody Parker with the " B " drinks list when you need him ?
Last edited by jocky; 07-09-2011 at 10:11 PM.
" There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make. "
...We bought a lot of dahlias. Buying dahlias is pretty much tantamount to wearing a t-shirt that reads, "At my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near. And I'm not getting my leg over that often either." It's like designing your own wreath.
So, blokes - we've done pictures of our cars. Now let's do pictures of our flowers.
This week round at Bastable Towers, we're keen on this one...
That is an amazing flower! It looks quite large.
Unfortunately I don't have much of a green thumb and besides, it would be nearly impossible to keep something that fragile alive in our scorching heat, so I must rely on hardy types such as cacti.
Here's a re posting of one of my cactus blooms:
Brilliant idea. You could alter the pattern periodically so that any given part of the lawn never exceeds a foot and yet you never have to mow the entire lawn at one time!
Ok, so much for July 1947. If that wasn't first contact, then I lay my bets on December 21st, 2012.
Edit Oh...and that would be Scotland.
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Last edited by Gilliatt Gurgle; 07-09-2011 at 11:02 PM. Reason: I wanted to add Scotland
Meanwhile our Garden is lacking flowers at this time of year, but this feverfew has poked its head above the confusion.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 07-11-2011 at 03:23 AM.
Someone has opened the Tell Me a Joke thread and as this is the only place where best ones can be safely told, I thought I would post this which I found rather amusing.
A man walks into a bar and orders a double whisky, the barman serves him and he drinks it and imediately and asks for another. The bar tender asks :
Are you alright sir ? You look upset.
No I’m not alright and I am upset.
What’s wrong then.
I met this bird on the train today and we went back to hers for some fun, we were just about to get to it when her husband got home so I jumped out of the window and held onto the ledge
That would ruin my day.
Thats not the worst of it, her husband saw she was naked took a piss out the of window on me and I hung there for three hours listening to them having sex.
That’s rough indeed.
That’s not the worst thing though, when he was done he threw the condom out of the window and it landed on my forehead, and as I looked down to get it off I realised I was only 6 inches off the ground.
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
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