Plan ahead, and what do you get? Same as the wee sleekit, coorin' tim'rous beastie, that's what....especially at Heathrow today.
Today I got up at 6 30 to finish editing some English exercises for inclusion in the Longman's Diccionario Pocket Plus for South America. Many of them were extremely badly written.
Badly written seems to be the norm these days; but sometimes even I make mistakes. Heigh-ho.
Ho ho is the Cantonese for very good. Ho sik means good food.
Food, food, did someone say food? Now that's the kind of talk I like.
Like a compass needle always turning towards the north, McTag zeros in on the really important thngs in life. Good to know we have someone so dependable.
Dependable, there's a word you'd like to apply to your friends but resent being applied to yourself.
Your self-esteem is very important. You might not always like that person in the mirror but you should try to forgive them when you know they are really sorry.
Sorry is the hardest word, and diamond is the hardest stone. Square-cut or pear shape, these stones don't lose their shape- diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Friend, how are you doing? I hope things are going well.
Wellington boots are what we'll need here if the forecast rain arrives. But right now it's sunny and windy.
Windy conditions destroy the romance of a life on the ocean wave. Facing into the wind is something you quickly learn to avoid.
Avoid excess calories at all costs, unless you want to end up like a barrage balloon. In so doing, your useful life may not be prolonged, but will seem that way.
Way to go, McT. I prefer the seafood diet - see food, then eat it. Just had an interesting potato bhaji from one of our many organic and wholefood emporia.
Wholefood emporia are places best avoided for the impecunious. Somebodey here, it may have been littlek, recently referred to them as "whole paycheck" stores.
Stores are young male cattle which are sold at auction so that specialists in storing nutrient can deliver segments of them to your plate sizzling in garlic sauces and served obsequiosly at prices you can afford so that the transfer of energy to your system can power you to be able to afford meals in posh restaurants and to fart for your local team.
Team players are what we want, players who can eat steaks and fart, team players who know esoteric meanings for the word "stores", and much else besides. Team players, in short, who know there's no place in our team for slackers.
Slackers come to A2K in their droves, another cattle-related term. Personally I think that more slackers would make a better, less dangerous world.
World rankings for cricketers are quite unstable and a player's position goes up and down like a bride's nightie.
Nightie styles have probably changed, but it always seems daft to me to have voluminous material round the waist and below but thin nylon straps on the shoulders. If one wishes to sit up in bed, it is the shoulders and arms that need the warmth.
