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?
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
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.
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Why do I never notice these little rows until someone is put in the stocks
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
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.
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
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?
Dafydd Manton, A Legend In His Own Lunchtime!!www.dafydd-manton.co.uk
My Work Has Been Spread Over Many Fields!
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".
Dafydd Manton, A Legend In His Own Lunchtime!!www.dafydd-manton.co.uk
My Work Has Been Spread Over Many Fields!
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.
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!
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 shall take my duties of sampling wines for suitability very seriously. Call me at the crack of noon.
Dafydd Manton, A Legend In His Own Lunchtime!!www.dafydd-manton.co.uk
My Work Has Been Spread Over Many Fields!
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.![]()