Precious little benefit in reminiscing about bad times, though plenty of people do it. I am more of a futurist than a historian by temperament.
temperament-showing isn't on of my fortays. However I do make a mean fry up.
Up until a few moments ago I had forgotten about this thread. I wonder if there is a reason for it often dropping off the radar.
Radar was one of my favourite characters in "M.A.S.H". The others were the Colonel, Hotlips, Hawkeye's friend wassname, the guy in the dress and Hawkeye.
OK for me then (pronounciation fault, sorry). Hope you have a good trip.
Hawkeye state is what they refer to Iowa as being. Odd how they never seemed to make more of a mention of this in MASH since Radar was from Iowa according to the storyline.
Storyline. The best thing about FF7:AC. They look real in some places but they kill it when the ride the bulky motorbikes.
Motorbikes are far too dangerous to be allowed on potholed streets. I guess one could say the advent of paving was quite fortuitous.
Fortuitously I have been able to finish my job so I can have a Xmas break.
"Break a leg" was the cry heard as Helena set off for her opening night in Camelot. It seems a rather mean spirited sendoff and not good if she lands in the morgue.
Morgue workers remind of the lady off Men In Black. Which reminds of an old crusty JVC which was made somewhere around the 1960s.
The 1960's is a period of time before my time really. The '70's were my childhood playground.
Playground behaviour can become very viscious. Children need supervision.
Super-vision is one of the main attributes eagles and other birds of prey rely on, to hunt their food.
"Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard.
While we're in the mood
Cold jelly and custard."
Most musicals have one or two show-stoppers; nearly every song in "Oliver!" was fantastic.
"Fantastic," she said as she got out of the cab just a step from her doorstep during the transit strike. Kickycan wasn't so fortunate. He had to go absolutely bonkers trying to get to and from his stupid place of work.
"WORK"
Isn't that one of those dirty, four-letter words?
"Work- the curse of the drinking classes."
Words don't come easy to me, but words are all I have, to steal your heart away.
Away I was. Back now and with my heart.
Heartfelt relief I feel- I was wondering where you were. Gee but it's good to be back home- Home is where I wanna be!
