Walter is over for a few days. Took him to the British Library to the London Map exhibition yesterday...fascinating. (With McTag and his 3 hats). Today I've let him loose alone on our wonderful tube network to get to South Kensington and the Victoria and Albert Museum. Not heard on the radio of any particular German-tourist-related-incidents so presume all goes well.
Mathos wrote-
Quote:I don't know if your in the real world Spendi, or stuck fast in your books
Well- I have got past the stage of reciting mantras gleaned off the news which are too generalised for my taste.
It looks like I might have some catching up to do.
Mathos wrote-
Quote:60 million or so in this country and they need to keep most of us occupied.
What makes you say a thing like that? Why do "they" "need" to "keep" us all at it? Are we a problem to this "they" of yours if we are not occupied.
Peter wrote-
Quote:I'm sure most of the participants in this thread would agree with some or all of my sentiments - except Spendi, of course, who's probably a Mail reader himself.
Or probably not.
I don't waste my time reading newspapers unless I come across one on the premises of someplace I visit and even then I only glance at it. It is invariably The Sunday Times when that happens.
In fact I don't recall having even a sighting of the Daily Mail except possibly on a newspaper display stand or in a programme about The Papers.
Ms smorgs wrote-
Quote:I really want a pair of those for Christmas.
Does the purchaser of these items get to fit them to the esteemed trotting tackle in the manner of shoe shop perverts?
I'm caught up.
SPENDI
I kind of think you would have difficulty being in the real world Spendi; It would be cruel to fetch you into it as well.
You seem equiped with the perfect existence, your own Shangri-La within the confines and safety of your home. A television for sport, and didn't you mention porn on the box over the years? This pub of yours, it could be somewhat akin to my child age top bunk you know! You may simply be walking from one lounge to another, a ficticious Vic, Landlord, ladies flashing their thighs and tits at you on a regular basis and you standing by the inglenook fireplace gently masturbating, as you once informed us you did.
I might be in envy of you in a special kind of way.
I mean to say, you would have no problems winning all the arguments or enforcing the right to were you wished to sit. Ficticious bouncers throwing out ficticious trouble-makers. Spectres of female beauty fighting to lick your toes, boy, you must have it all. Do I ever come in and get bounced on my head by your henchmen Spendi?
Your quite priceless, A2k and all of us on it are very fortunate indeed to have met you. A script writer of some authority, similar to the late Johnny Speight could make himself a fortune from a character like yourself. He could build a TV series out of you that would stop the London traffic!
Did you ever see that brilliant film Billy Liar? Tom Courtney played a blinder, the cute blonde as well, I can't for the life of me think of her name. She did a brilliant walk in that film, I believe it is still a classic. That was sex on legs, poetry in motion, bloody marvellous.
Billy's life centred around his own fictional dreams, he was totally unique.
The names right too for a TV series;
SPENDI
Oh, in answer to your question:- Imagine us lot loose on the streets with no occupation.
I have often done that.
It's you Yo-yoers who spoil everything and cause us to be running around like blue-arsed flies all day long.
I think we might as well call this thread the M&S Roadshow and have done with it <yawn>
I've just got back from a quick stroll round the block with the mad hound, and wished I'd put on something warmer, as it's a bit con carne out there.
Off to bed with a good book, as there seems to be bugger all happening on A2K tonight. Bor-ing.
G'night.
Anyone here ever heard of a "wally draggle"?
LoneStarMadam wrote:joefromchicago wrote:LoneStarMadam wrote:From JSTOR, lost art of profanity.
Rather than provide a link to an accessible source that could verify your definition, you provide a non-link to an inaccessible source that may or may not verify your definition. Thanks, but, on second thought, no thanks.
LoneStarMadam wrote:Wally draggle Jerk, snake, schizophrenic, panty-waist, communist.
It's hard to imagine any single word or phrase encompassing all of those attributes in one definition. Jerks, after all, are not confined to a single political ideology, and thus to define "wally draggle" as a "jerk" and a "communist" would seem to be both under-inclusive and over-inclusive. Needless to say, the situation gets no better by adding "snake," "schizophrenic," and "panty-waist" as defining attributes of your typical wally draggle.
What you're ultimately left with is a sort of humpty-dumpty type of definition, where "wally draggle" means whatever you want it to mean -- nothing more and nothing less. You'll permit me the same liberty, then, to come up with my own definition of the term. I'm sure a wally draggle like yourself will be able to figure it out.
Tough isn't it, not knowing what a phradse means & then blame another poster for your ignorance. It's important that I know what it means, & if you really want to be educated on the phrase, then it's important that you find out.
I lived in England for 10+ years, it's a term some Brits use to describe stupid people.
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=2417735#2417735
It's a new one on me. We generally use "f*ckwit".
The intellectuals on this thread assert that I'm one.
I was taken, whilst almost kickin' and yellin', to Lords a couple of years ago. Up till then I'd thought cricket was the most boring game on earth.
As it happens I rather enjoyed it. My friend explained what was going on and took me into the Long Room and showed me all the memorabilia.
Since then I've even been known not to walk out of the room if cricket's on the TV.
I wonder if there are enough of us for an official virtual A2K ashes test?
Hmmm........ where to play the rabbit?
Speaking of "yawning" and "boring" reminds me of a period when I was involved in a study of affected tiredness and boredom.
It was agreed that such things signified a narcissistic personality which is unable to tolerate not being the centre of attention and an unwillingness to enter into the spirit of happenings which were not under its control.
In the worst cases it was perceived that a felt need to express itself existed so that the others were left in no doubt that they were boring and yawn inducing.
The characteristic was easily associated with the feminine and with persons who were habituated to positions of authority over people who were powerless to answer back and it generally manifested itself by an inability to talk about anything other than itself and its daily doings without becoming frustrated.
It becomes necessary for those in proximity to it to be able to listen appreciatively to being told that it has taken the dog for a walk and is going to bed or that it has been to the shop to buy some batteries or somesuch.
.and so the M&S roadshow rolls on. <bigger yawn>
Y'know, this thread had basically turned into some sort of weird equivalent of a tennis match, with M on one side of the net, holding a large megaphone instead of a racket, and S on the other, carrying a big stack of strange, obscure books, all printed in 1850.
A few spectators look in from time to time, just to watch M lob the ball up and, using his obligatory loudhailer, blast it over the net to S, who quickly looks up some weird piece of text that nobody will understand. Once he's located what he thinks is a devastatingly clever riposte, he picks up that particular book and bats it back over the net to M, who is waiting there, megaphone at the ready.
As far as a desire for being the centre of attention is concerned, S, I would begin to look at the two players, who seem to have this inbuilt desire to kick the crap out of one another.
A surefire way of keeping the cameras on them, don't you think?
This thread, apart from the odd funny or interesting post from the occasional spectator, IS boring.
One blast of bollocks that raises the odd chuckle, followed by several posts of incomprehensible twaddle in response.
Bor-ing.
Now, as a spectator who has dared to criticise the rules of this apparent game, I now await either a stream of gobbledegook in reponse, or loudhailer man, using the opportunity to indulge in his strange fetish re. cockneys. Or both, probably.
I'm basically issuing you both with a set of new balls, and possibly a new target to aim at for a while. At least it'll make a slight refreshing change from the norm that has clogged up the last umpteen pages.
Carry on......
Listen Lord **** for Brains, your probably playing on the office computer when you should be working, I note you often do.
That means my hard earned taxation contributions are being fiddled and diddled by you!
I shall be having strong words with you later.
In the interim, kindly refrain from fiddling your working hours with pleasure.
Gordon is putting petrol up tonight, probably diesel too.
If you were earning your bloody keep, he wouldn't have to.
Fact is your pay packet is always there, regardless.
Mine has to be bloody well earned, and it isn't easy.
Pompous bastard, as always.
