Can't think why, but the preceding exchange reminded me of a bit of children's street doggerel from Belfast:
Ahem, ahem
I can't come out to play with you
I can't come out at all
It isn't because you're dirty
It isn't because you're clean
It's because your folks are Protestants
And you eat margarine . . .
Ha ha, margarine!
I shouldn't laugh, I know.
I think I'll stick with my good old Aussie accent from now on.
And for some reason, whenever i see your moniker, i think of Goodnight Irene . . .
Sometimes I live in the country,
Sometimes I live in town,
Sometimes I have a great notion,
To jump in the river and drown.
(Nothing personal, Boss, it's just as a child i thought that third line ran: Sometimes is say good fortune . . . )
Glad it's nothing personal. Reminds me of one of my father's favourite dismissive statements, ie "Go jump in the lake!" Trust me, it sounds much better with a broad Australian accent.
Quote:Ahem, ahem
I can't come out to play with you
I can't come out at all
It isn't because you're dirty
It isn't because you're clean
It's because your folks are Protestants
And you eat margarine . . .
I believe its true that kids from both communities would happily play together until someone was challenged to "Repeat the Lords Prayer!"
The subject of this inquisition would either say Our Father who art... or Our father which art...
The difference is apparantly enough to distinguish Protestant from Catholic and so make a potential enemy out of your former playmate.
Being a devout Jedi, I wouldn't know for sure. Anyone know which version is Catholic?
The one which begins:
In the name of the Daddy-O, the Laddie-O an' a Holy Spook . . .
I learned the Catholic version which had a who, if that makes sense...
You're not taking this entirely seriously are you Set?
Nah, Set. Yer thinkin' of the sign of the most groovy cross.
Tthink I prefer the Authorised Setanta version.
Steve (as 41oo) wrote:You're not taking this entirely seriously are you Set?
Me mither was a Prod named Antrim . . .
Me Da wa a Paddy named Kelly . . .
You figure it out--Jaysus knows, oy never did . . .
What is this I see, before yonder window breaks? We have gotten ourselves a Wawah, in the English forum! Therefore, in an effort to pour oil on troubled waters, or indeed any inflammable liquid.
The only wawah that counted was: Battle of New Orleans
On 23 December 1814, the British landed at Bayou Blenvenu and marched towards New Orleans along a narrow route between the River Mississippi and an area of swampland. They soon encountered defences manned by 5,700 American troops under Major-General (and future President) Andrew Jackson.
A frontal attack by the British on 8th January 1815 was disastrous (they suffered over 2,000 casualties before withdrawing), but the battle was in fact unnecessary. Two weeks earlier, peace terms had been negotiated at Ghent, although it took time for the news to cross the Atlantic
However, not wishin to take sides as Setanta does indeed have a rap sheet of incitement to acrimony.
Although I do think that Sterling Price's Missouri State Guard and the various incarnations of the Army of the Trans-Mississippi did indeed constitute a coherently organized army.
Mister Micawber is an English language teacher, and I knoed an ex English teacher, who you would not wish to meet in the seedier parts of the city at night iffin you owed him money.
So, I say, lets be blamin the British, as they make youall spit when they say, ?'pardon' sted of ?'Whatt'.
I knowed a English teacher oncet, she war the most reliable employee i ever employed, an' a lesbian to boot . . .
I ain't skeert . . .
content b
effort d
analysis f
Try again
I'm thinkin' i may need a complete make-over . . .
We've got a good fashion thread goin' on at swolf's Madame Hillary (sounded like a fine name for a clothing stop)
And while I'm about it,
What
is an ex English teacher
one who now teaches Geography
one who is now French but teaches English sometimes
one who is ex in the sense of being shuffled off this mortal coil?
one who is ex is the sense of being exhumed?
Or all four above?
Quote:You allow do-overs here?
only if your name is try again
First things first, Setanta rites, "
an' a lesbian to boot . . ." Youall still gotten her address?
Steve (as 41oo) rites, "b.d.f." Well, I go to the foot of our stairs. Them is the bestist marks I did ever got.
B.D.F. The British Digestive Foundation.
People vary a lot in how often they open their bowels - usually between three times a day and three times a week in the U.K. (as for loo) You British do make I laugh.
