THE BRITISH THREAD

Another sweeping assumption.

I also hate grassers.

I did not grass on anyone, to the Mods, or anyone else.

I have never reported any post, at any time, since the day I joined A2K. (with the exception of spammers)

I sent in a two or three line request to the Mods, asking them if they would be good enough to remove a particular post of mine, and the only reason I gave was that I no longer wanted it appearing in the public domain. I believe that is my right, and more imporantly, I believe that I had bloody good reason, no?




Now that I have made it clear that you were making a wrong assumption, this Empirical twaddle now seems to be all a bit unneccesary.

My lip is as stiff as yours, spendi, but probably lagging behind in the amount of nicotine stain.

Good morning everyone. Miserable day outside so I came onto this thread for some heartening cheer. Mmmmm ........

Sorry can't stop, got to clean up before the cleaner comes.

Mornin', Tarah.

Hope your cleaner finds your place nice and clean. Bit blowy down this way, as I suppose it is all over the UK this morning.

I shall have to make sure that my toupee is firmly glued in place, when I take the dog out.

I apologise Ellpus.

I read that post about the mods too quickly.

Still- it got a ground rule on the record.

But- "The moving finger writes etc".

margo wrote-



I commented on them. You ignored that.

Apology accepted, Spendi. The moving finger quotation is very apt for all of us, at one time or another.

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Margo, the only comment I wish to make at this time, is that your team appear to be better than ours. Your Aussie team seems to have a constant hunger for winning the game, whereas ours seem to need winding up in order to do the job.

Trouble is, they soon wind down again.

In 1920 Wyndham Lewis and TS Eliot travelled to Paris to meet James Joyce who entertained them in some style.

Lewis reported his conversation with Eliot afterwards-

"I find our friend . . . very affable and easy don't you, if a shade stilted?"
But Eliot found him definitely burdensome, and arrogant. . . . "I do not think he is arrogant," I said. . . . "He may not seem so! " Eliot answered, in his grim Bostonian growl. " He may not seem arrogant, no. "
"You think he is as proud as Lucifer?"
"I would not say Lucifer!" Eliot was on his guard at once, at this loose use of the surname of the Evil Principle.
"You would not say Lucifer? Well, I daresay he may be under the impression that he is being 'as proud as Lucifer,' or some bogtrotting humbug of that order. What provincials they are, bless their beastly brouges! "
"Provincials--yes! " Eliot agreed with contemptuous unction. "Provincials."
"However he is most polite."
"He is polite."
"I have never succeeded in getting out of the door behind him, have you? He is very You First. He is very After you!"
"Oh yes. He is polite, he is polite enough. But he is exceedingly arrogant. Underneath. That is why he is so polite. I should be better pleased if he were less polite."

Re. Your link, Margo.

A snippet.....

"....... Fan power

The next Test, starting a week tomorrow, is in Perth, which has more British expatriates than any other Australian city. According to the 2001 Census, 12.4 per cent of Perth's population was born in Britain. Let's hope that they give the touring team noisy vocal support from within, or even outside, the ground..........."


Interesting this, as when I was out in Perth, staying with my sister and husband who'd emigrated out there in the late 60's, I was surprised to find that they were almost vehemently anti British!
They both said that, after their first return trip to England the year before, they would never return, and listed many reasons.
When out to dinner with their group of friends, the majority of whom were ex-pats, I again heard very similar comments and views.

This was in marked contrast to the Aussies I met in Adelaide, on the third week of my holiday. They seemed most welcoming, and had mainly good things to say about the Brits.
Adelaide felt very cosmopolitan and modern, whereas Perth seemed to be up its own backside, inward looking and very, very insular about almost everything.

I wouldn't hold my breath as far as expecting the Perth ex-pats to go along there and join in with the BA.

Finding the people of Perth to be a bit strange is no surprise, I suppose. After all, it's the most isolated City in the world, isn't it?

I very much doubt that your Lewis/Eliot passage was aimed in my direction, Spendi, as it would somehow indicate that you find it an irksome task to graciously acknowledge my acceptance of your apology, IMO.

.......and that wouldn't be the British thing to do, would it!

I will therefore look on it as one of your highly enjoyable passages that assist me in my overall education.

Thank you.

deadbat, margo et aus..

no time for cricket on this thread, too much psychology going on.

If blood is thicker than water its vitriol that binds us together.

A CLEANER!

Are you too posh to scrub, tara? :wink:

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I bet it's one of those agencies that send along men who use a feather duster whilst only wearing an apron.

Tarah doesnt seem to be complaining.

Have you never had a cleaner smorgsie?

They are very useful don't you know?

But Tarah, dear lady, obviously has a few reservations and darkly hints at goings on any traces of which it is necessary to hide from a paid personal servant. Things in locked drawers which it would be unseemly, not to say ungallant, to mention on a thread of which such a refined and estimable a person as yourself is the gracious hostess and presiding genius.

One presumes a quick go with the toilet pan brush will also play a minor though nontheless important part in the procedure Tarah mentioned.

They used to say, quoting someone or other, that nobody knows a gentleman more thouroughly that his valet.

It might be something of a challenge to a budding writer to attempt a Joycean "stream of consciousness" fantasy in the style of the Penelope episode in Ulysses for what is going through Tarah's mind during the pre-cleaner clean up.

I might try it. If it's any good I'll post it although perhaps I won't as it is likely to be unsuitable for a thread of which etc etc (see above)

steaming unconscious more like

Steve wrote-



Well- it is handy having someone to ring the insurance company up to rearrange one's cover or take advantage of the company's entrancements.

What's that they say about imitation?

Can it be true that one has an admirer, in the form of Lord L Puss? (just hatched)



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It might be a bit of both.

A sort of delecate balancing act along the top of a picket fence barefoot with some hungry wolves on one side and a green oasis of luxury and contentment on the other in which only those aspects of the monastic life deemed appropriate in the service of the modern idle gentleman remain visible.

Such as the raised eyebrow.

I'll look into the link when I have a spare moment.

Whilst I was engaged in composing my last post someone has edited the post I was responding to seemingly having already forgotten about the moving finger.

My last post must therefore look a bit nonsensical so I feel that in order that it makes sense, and that is an important consideration at the worst of times, I will repeat what was said and now been washed out.

It offered an alternative to the chick gotten out of its shell in the form of-

"Or possibly Lighthouse Len having a laugh." Or somesuch.

You sad sap Lord S for B. I have an eleven year old grandson with more spunk in him than you could breed in a lifetime.

You rabbit on about your half hearted attempts at creating a property portfolio, when your sat in clover at the tax payers expense, (afraid to go the whole hog and start a business, pay the taxes and accept responsiblity of employing staff) fiddling your working week at the tax payers expense, and avoiding tax as a business operation to your own benefit. Whilst this is going on your lecturing kids and no doubt poor members of society with a moral standing of your own creation.

Seeing as you resurrected your arse wiping event at the tax payers expense again when you state quite eloquently you have alternative riches acquired from your property development expertise upon which it would appear no tax has been paid.

Well we could all do that, couldn't we?

When my mate Alf Pilkington had piles, he tied a piece of twine round them at the nearest point to his arse and let them rot. Then he pulled them off, cleaned the wound with a shot of Bells whisky and hung the rotting bunch up under his rear view mirror in his Bentley. Like he said, "He wasn't being put to sleep with his arse in the air whilst some pervert got busy and he couldn't defend himself. They don't make 'em like Alf anymore. Certainly not in your neck of the woods. You rambled on about it like a bloody lunatic, it's only an outpaitient affair. In for 9am operation at 11 am. Out and on your way home for 4pm. Thats fact from Billy Mitchell who didn't fancy doing the twine job on them himself.

You made a bloody pantomime out of it all, how long were you in, you sponger. Your sort, 'fiddling dandy' as you are, cost the country billions, I bet you claimed benefits whilst you were sat on your fluffy cushions for a month after it all as well.

A good man would make restitution, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Well you obviously are, you went to all that trouble creeping and crawling like a cockney toady to get your sad sap post removed.

You couldn't make it up.

Are you going to cry for any more to be obliterated? What about the one with the mop, Mrs mop? Thats about your level, puke remover and disinfectant spreader. You didn't stick your hands in the cistern to get the turds out did you? Bloody Hero!

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Hiya folk, just got back from Blackpool been to the De Vere Herons Reach Hotel with some spectacular people, whose names will not be printed or Lord **** for Brains will have another wobbler.

The weather was bad, breakers coming up over the sea wall early on and silly people getting far too close to the obvious danger.

Nice brunch early on, good topics to discuss and a few thoughts with a combination regarding The Blackpool Casino scene.

Tell you what Spendi, Arena Leisure might be a good investment at this time.

In fact, the Mods had no right to remove it!

Spendi himself went to a great deal of time and trouble in response to your ridiculous outburst, which made you look like a big girls blouse!

Now Spendi's post is going to look ridiculous, readers, years from now will wonder what on earth he is on about.

That is not cricket, and you, you little squeeking over bloated toad, must have felt a right smug little turd in having it removed.

Well give him a Blue Peter Badge.

If Spendi demands it's re-introduction I will give him 110% support.

It's cheating, it's corrupt, a fiddle...The cap bloody fits doesn't it?