Ode to the Avatar

Guy, Bad parts? Absolutely none that I can see. As Langston Hughes once observed: ".....if it comes out of you, it will be true."

I checked out your profile and was amazed. Keep pumping those ions, my young friend.

What's the younger generation coming to?
I do hope they'll be someone like you.

(see, boo. You're not the only one who can do doggerel)

Dearest "Letty Of The Lyrics",
..Ol' girl, as opposed to old girl, has more affection than age reference, don;t you think?

Boo, sure you're not Irish? Love that blarney.

Whatever, honey. when I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember.

Boo, hi,

"Old boy" and "old girl" however written, are terms of affection and endearment in England. But dated, now. They belong more in the era of P G Wodehouse or Noel Coward.

And I don't think I have actually heard anyone use them, except in old drama, or ironically.

McT

McTag, Thanks for clearing that up, ol' boy

And, I might add;

"age" is defined more by attitude, than by chronology;
so long as you maintain that "come hither" girlish swagger, Letty m'dear, you will never sink into actual "old girlness"!

Well, Bo. That was a delightful thing for you to say. Thank you, and I will continue to practice my swagger and come hitherness

I never doubted!

hither and dither for too long on a cold day and you start to shiver.

A swagger demands panache and a certain "jour de vie, n'est pa.
Voila"

Oldand...
Is that a new "designer drug" you're on?

Hmmmm. John, was that French cockney 101?

Verve, elan, and Innisfree,
The language and the "Jour de vie",
All conspire to make us free
And youthful.

Through our many avatars,
We could be one of many stars
That smiles and speaks in words so sweet
And truthful.

Bo, yes a new designer sooper drug, Pall Mall rolling tobaco, you can get it at all major supermarkets

Letty, le francais don't parley dans le Cockney mon petite citrusdrop.
And strewth woman, I have enough problems speaking english.

Yeh Letty, that was poetic licence taken to the limit !
Innisfree? indeed.

But keep "smile(ing) and speak(ing) in words so sweet and truthful."

Got me, Bo! Well, I like Yeats:

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

'ere 'ere, Brit. Roll one for me. You and Bo are both southpaws, so the Canucks and the Limeys share a common language with us Southern Yanks. :wink:

"Bee-loud glade" forsooth, I thought that phrase was probably from Shakespeare, and there it is cropping up in WBY

I was probably thinking of
"Where the bee sucks, there suck I
In the cowslip's bell I lie..."
although modern American usage has spoilt that couplet a bit, n'est-ce pas?
Pass me another bottle of that jour de vie, Sean
Sure ting, Paddy

Hmm;

Letty you give me "south" pause!

und Taggy; "jour de vie" is (roughly) Days of (our) Lives;
and, even in bad soap operas they drink "vin du jour".
[And "Ting" by the way, is a Jamaican drink.]

Merci beaucoup, mon petit choux. Tres agreable de toi, je te remercie.

You're welcome; but I'm not "your little cabbage"! (choux)

(Oops you corrected it!)

then no reason for someone going green with envy

Pardon, desole