Letty, But I did enjoy your, "And, Gautam ain't Thames-id..lol"
Wow! Steve! I'm beginning to believe that you Brits are akin to all the Romantic poets of the island. Fantastic! Trying to convince McTag to versify.
C.I. Thanks. Sorta enjoyed that myself.
Back later, folks. once more, I gotta eat.
Btw:
I've met my cousin in Wien,
which really was fine.
It wasn't her who said
Walter! Walter! Lead me to the altar,
since I already had bitten earlier the bait
and bought my wife the bricks and mortar.
And now it is in olde England
Ye merrie **** doth hit the fan
For Clare the Short has said a thing
(Much grief to Tony that it bring)
Throughout the diplomatic struggle
'Twas Kofi's phone our shame!
We buggled.
UhOh, Steve, I don't geddit,
But that's nothing new I just leddit,
Go over my head,
And figure what's said,
Is a British political coup.
Read tomorrows newpapers! I think you do geddit really. But here's some background:-
Clare Short until recently was a cabinet minister.
She says she saw transcripts of Kofi Annan's private telephone conversations (in the run up to the war last year) provided to her by British secret intelligence. By doing so she is in clear breach of the Official Secrets acts and the oath she swore as a cabinet minister (Privy Counsellor). Normally it would be to the Tower and execution. Tony says she acted totally irresponsibly. And its true that she has opened a barn door for any malcontent within the secret intelligence services to spill the beans on just about anything. Even as I write I bet there are frantic goings on in govt law offices to try to plug the breech.
But what Tony did not do was explicitly deny the veracity of Clare Short's allegations. Its obvious she's telling the truth. British Intelligence spies on its enemies its allies its friend and its rivals...nothing new I suppose, except here we have a cabinet minister admitting it goes on.
On top of that, only yesterday a young woman Katharine Gun was found not guilty of breach of the official secrets act by disclosing the fact that the US NSA asked the British equivalent GCHQ to tap into private conversations of the so called swing six nations during the critical UN deliberations on the "second" resolution leading to war.
Its all coming apart at the seams, and its all because bloody women can't keep their bloody mouths shut...
Or perhaps because men take us into illegal wars.
Yes, Steve. I saw that. and you're right. Bloody women can't keep their bloody mouths shut. so Letty is shutting up now.
Goodnight, my friends, from bloody Florida. Still love that expression.
This thread was for people to say
Whenever they're going away
Please someone report
How that bloody Short
Has got herself into the way
Very good Eve
Cant top that for the moment says steve
There's a problem with this thread
You have to arrive
before saying g'night I'm off to bed
If you see what I mean.
Its like saying hellooo
by saying goodbye
to goodness knows whoo
and making it rhyme
Not easy to do
Even if you've got time
You're right, Eve. But in the interim I guess we can do foolish stuff.
New Zealand and other cold places,
Are oft better than sandpiper traces.
Good morning, all.
Morn'n to ye, Letty - from California, the Golden State. yuk yuk....
And have a "g-day" I say.
I was away; Newcastle I did glance--
I slept in airports, ran about the beach
At dawn: now this post gives the chance
To tell you when my life leads me away.
I will, in June, be gone for quite some time:
Old Europe calls, the trains, the people too--
But leaving here for a long time's a crime,
And so, from Cafés, I shall speak to you.
'But this is far,' the crowds wonder and rail,
'Why must you tell us so much in advance?'
There is a sooner trip that I'll unvail
Right now: in a few weeks, I must just dance
In London. Oh wait, this is such a lie!
I shall not waltz beneath the frigid breeze
Of London town-- instead I go to try
To get my work published, to try to please
The public. Now, I must submit to go:
God bless the things that take me to and fro!
Submittal, brave a thing, hope awing and yet on tap
stand small many lies waiting, speaking of promise;
adapt to absorb blows and rewind to walk in assuming yes, again, do it again. But afly it will happen and then you knew it would.
It was smart you had that piece of pie.
Ta!
