"Could the last person to leave the country please turn out the lights?" That was a conservative political slogan in this country in the 1970s, but to finish on a word, in the last century.
Century is only one hundred years. My great-grandfather was born one and one half centuries ago.
A go - yes, we should all have a go if we see a burglar entering a friend's house. Live dangerously and you either become a hero or a martyr.
A martyr, can only die once. Once may be enough, if they bring many to the cause.
Cause and effect is a principle which has skewed our thinking. We assume that every effect must have a cause.
Cause? Where have I seen that word before....oh yes, there it is. Without a cause you can still be a rebel.
Rebel Yell is a roller coaster in Kings Dominion. In Virginia. Many people who ride the coaster Yell like a Rebel.
Rebel Yell could be another, rival type of electronic phone book! This is a joke which makes sense in Britain, but maybe not anywhere else.
Elsewhere I think they also have Yell.com but I may be mistaken. I had to ask for Pagini Gialli in Italy which sounded so - edible!
Edible pants never made sense to me. A lot of things don't make sense to me, however.
However, it is nice to reestablish contact with you, McT, after a dearth or drought. I wish they'd get the PM (not Tony) working again.
Edible flowers covered the top of the cake, not that them being inedible would have stopped Joe from devouring them. Without bothering to use a knife, he mined his way through the layers of chocolate cream and then, forkful by forkful by forkful, finished the whole thing off.
Off with you, Joe! Your literary efforts have taken you too long, scroll back!!
Back to the rules of this thread, and away from the temptations of cake.
Cake? Was that really the word Marie Antionette used? Qu' ils mangent de la brioche, that's what I heard she said.
(Hey Clazza, likewise no PMs, shame, missing you, I am going to post on the English fine tuning thread a post for you. After dinner.)
Said Marie Antoinette, I believe, 'Qu'ils mangent de la galette' - equally, like brioche, pauper's fare. A much maligned woman, she might have been arrogant, snobbish and far too rich, but she wasn't stupid.
Stupid of me to get that one wrong. But then, I never let facts get in the way of a good story.
Story may well be right, probably the whole thing was apocryphal. Did you come to Italy with me on my travel digression, by the way?
Way to go, Clazza! (I never found out exactly what that meant, but I believe it is an exhortation or ejaculation of approval. That is the meaning intended here, at any rate. Whoops, I've run over my allocation of sentences, so please discount those in parenthesis) I believe so, I'll check; I remember an exchange between you and Osso about a horse's-head fountain (shades of Albert And The Lion).
Lionhearted as ever, McT! Yes, I didn't understand 'way to go' when it was installed on a children's reading program that my kids were forced to do on our early computer in the 80s. It would seem to me you had a long way to go to succeed, and I used to assume it was a bad thing, in my ignorance.
