@Advocate,
Advocate wrote:
I really respect your taste in cartoons, but can't really see the greatness of that caption. Perhaps one must have experience as an NSA analyst to see the hidden merits of that caption.
Agreeing with Andy, that was a brilliant caption.
Do your BUMPS hang low....
@firefly,
No, no hormones....why do you ask?
@Lustig Andrei,
Lustig Andrei wrote:
Negative. One must merely be familiar with the Noel Coward piece of doggerel which states that "only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun."
I am familiar with the quote. But I don't see a dog "picking up" Englishmen. "Joining them" would have been a bit better, but not much better in its context.
Monsanto feed? I don't know what you're getting at, lady.
Adding re Lordy's caption under the scenario of shrink and spotted dog on couch:
from wiki -
Fee, fau, fum,
I smell the blood of an English man,
Be alive, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.[1]
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he living, or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to mix my bread.[2]
In William Shakespeare's play King Lear, the character of Edgar exclaims:
Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
Coward's song line fits the cartoon slightly better, methinks. Or, me thinks.
from wiki -
"Mad Dogs and Englishmen" is a song written by Noël Coward and first performed in The Third Little Show at the Music Box Theatre, New York, on 1 June 1931, by Beatrice Lillie. The following year it was used in the revue Words and Music and also released in a "studio version". It then became a signature feature in Coward's cabaret act.
The song is especially known for the line "Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun" with which most verses begin and end.
According to Sheridan Morley, Coward wrote the song while driving from Hanoi to Saigon "without pen, paper, or piano". Coward himself elucidated: "I wrestled in my mind with the complicated rhythms and rhymes of the song until finally it was complete, without even the aid of pencil and paper. I sang it triumphantly and unaccompanied to my travelling companion on the verandah of a small jungle guest house. Not only Jeffrey [Amherst], but the gecko lizards and the tree frogs gave every vocal indication of enthusiasm".[1]
@DrewDad,
We couldn't grant amnesty. He had pecked over 50 people to death.
@Advocate,
Advocate wrote:
Lustig Andrei wrote:
Negative. One must merely be familiar with the Noel Coward piece of doggerel which states that "only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun."
I am familiar with the quote. But I don't see a dog "picking up" Englishmen. "Joining them" would have been a bit better, but not much better in its context.
Give it up.
It was a great caption.
Stop being a poopity head.
@Advocate,
FO
Do we really need a caption critic around her?
@roger,
Actually, Glitterbag is a friend and, in the spirit of friendship, I took a cheap shot at her for falling in love with Lordy.
Mea culpa, mea culpa!
@panzade,
What do you mean it's only a foot deep? And how did you know my name was Truman?
