Ou sont les garcons sans pantalons?
Il y en avait un hier mais aujourd'hui je ne l'ai pas encore vu...
En revanche, il y en a un avec des shorts..
Try - I'll send you two onions and a baguette to repair the outrage...
Tryagain wrote:Dear Lord help us, please forgive my geographical laxity, however I was under the distinct impression that an Italian builder by the name of Hadrian built a wall just north of London, to separate the known world from the barbarians attending the G8 conference. I have double checked the A-Z and can find no trace (thank goodness) of the Whitely Bay nightmare you describe.
Whitley Bay, a paradise on earth.
Note the wonderful beach...........
http://www.whitleybayonline.com/
If you're not being held captive there, where exactly ARE you being held?
I may be able to rescue you and safely deliver you to a nearby Pub.
Mon Vieux, voilà que t'as autant de <<bashing>> . . . ça suffit, en faudra-t-il plus?
(Edited--i can't believe what i let slip by me!)
Ce ne sont que des amuse-gueules!
Je n'ai pas encore vu un vrai basher...
Mais j'ai vu une lady qui cherchait un garçon sans pantalon...
Mon Dieu, c'est le Chien mechant!
Malheureusement, je suis un vrai basher de la Froggie sur Mecredi seulement.
Je pense de commencer mon harcèlement d'Anglais aux prochaine l'anniversaire de la reigne Elise.
Lord Flashard I presume. Your Lordship (and any ship in a storm) is too kind. However, Sword beach on D day looked more inviting. It was also interesting to note that, amongst the caravan accommodation there is an advertisement for: Hostels Italy Cheap accommodation in Italy.
That being said, if Droitwich Manor is that white protuberance in the fore ground, I commend your resilience.
"If you're not being held captive there, where exactly ARE you being held? "
It is a sort of stadium, where they play a sort of baseball, cept there is a fence between the pitcher and catcher (wicket keeper) and instead of runnin round they just run up and down. Then the pitcher gets tired after 6 throws and they go down the other end and someone else gets to pitch. It is in a garden of one of your relatives called Lords. The rules, if there are any are a well kept secret and I cant take much more of this
Francis wrote:Mais j'ai vu une lady qui cherchait un garçon sans pantalon...
Attention, mon Vieux ! ! !
Elle s'accoutume a recevoir ce qu'elle demande . . .
my odds
London 11/10 on favorite
Paris 3/5
Madrid 10/1
New York 50/1
Moscow 250/1
now someone do the maths and tell me my book is not balanced
Vive La France Vive Dominique de Villepane
(Mr Old bread is that right?)
and just because everyone here is showing off their
Latin
French
German
Greek and
Double Dutch
well
er dunno really
just feel a little like Edgar being somewhat a monoglot
Francis wrote:Ce ne sont que des amuse-gueules!
Je n'ai pas encore vu un vrai basher...
Mais j'ai vu une lady qui cherchait un garçon sans pantalon...
Je ne cherche pas UN garçon. Je cherche plusieurs de garçons sans pantalons. Ca c'est la vie en rose
hmmmmm I wanted to do a variant of Je suis en train de chercher but my grammar is failing me badly
Steve (as 41oo) wrote:Vive La France Vive Dominique de Villepane
(Mr Old bread is that right?)
Dominique de Ville
pin . . . Pine Town . . . you lose . . .
Is it the effect of bitter ale, Steve?
de Villepin - the pine city or the vile bread.
Does anyone know if Prime Minister Oldbread of France ever got together with Chancellor Cabbage of Germany?
They would have cooked something up together I'm sure
Hey Miss Girl, the continuous is understood in the present simple, so no problem . . . EXCEPT FOR THE PLURALITY OF YOUR SEARCH ! ! !
Sheesh . . .
