Go for it Steve. Take your rose-tinteds off though. See 'em for what they are. Slick salespersons. Media consultants to the Stonedressers Amalgamated Trade Directorate.
Like Mr Tichmarsh does for the DIY retailers and garden centres.
All that beer money down the drain and sweated away too. It fair makes me weep. He could stand the regulars to a round every night for years with that money and be a popular and well thought of bloke. If his wife and daughters were doing his head in they could ease his pain. You wouldn't catch me in a tin hat on a building site of any sort in all weathers and burdened by decisions even at what looked to be his pecuniary strength. He looked young enough to attract a hungry barmaid even considering his hair.
You watch it. I'll be interested in what you think.
Feck no Steve oh calamity.
McTag wrote:Feck no Steve oh calamity.
well its nice to be missed. And flattered that in such distinguished company, I might be considered the arbiter of good taste.
So....if you are both sitting down and paying attention
I missed it. (Nothing new here). Have a good w/e all AND DONT MISS MUFC SMASHING THE SCOUSERS AND WINNING THE PREMIERSHIP.
I see that the brits are still going strong eh ?
the prince wrote:I see that the brits are still going strong eh ?
Au contraire, your princeliness, there seem to be damn few Brits coming out of the woodwork these days.
Daffodiles, seen today in London's St. James Park by the Evening Standard's photographer
Have you heard the news about the Attorney General's injunction preventing the BBC from broadcasting an item relating to the "Cash for Honours" enquiry?
Gee Whiz. " 2 hr argument in top brass court among geezers whose time is very expensive. More than your dentist.
No smoke without fire. If I was a thriller writer I could use that framework to set in motion characters who had got to buying breathing space in hours rather than weeks or months or when Parliament reassembles.
I suppose it will be all over this medium by tomorrow.
Has anybody noticed any fast planes taking off from disused airstrips.
But I'm not a thriller writer and it's probably a storm in a teacup anyway, like when smorgsie bangs her fist on the table and all the cups shake.
Is there radiation in these honours things.
Mac wrote-
Have you only just discovered that Mac? You must be at least 15 years out of date. I'll bet Arthur Scargill knew even before that.
He's a Grauniad creation from the soles upwards.
Well I never! What's to do? I'm always the last one to know.
Cash for Honours, huh. My great great great grandfather was made a baronet for the following:
From 1742 he was consulted by the English government, to whom he offered loans during the Spanish and French hostilities of 1742-44. In 1745 he raised a loan of £1,700,000, and in 1749 carried through the consolidation of the national debt and the reduction of its interest. He is said to have raised in the following year a million three per cent at par; and at the beginning of the Seven Years' war (1756) he paid a bounty from his estates for recruiting the army. In 1758 and 1759, the great years of the war, he was almost wholly relied upon to raise loans for the government.
So what's new?
And we have 15 other great, great, great grandfathers.
Are you hiding something Clary. I'll bet a few of them were something one might well be deeply ashamed of and worthy of being ignored.
However, they all contributed an equal lustre to your genetic constitution my dear.
I expect that one also was less than perfect; what's more his sons apparently died without issue yet here we are, so someone was a bastard.
I'd like to know more about the other 15, interesting that most people can't get beyond 2 generations, particularly on the female lines. I might have had a fantastic bevy of great great great grandmothers who would have been a treasure trove of interest and amusement.
That great great great grandfather left all the family money to the Duke of Devonshire to pay for his peerage, consequently we have on the one hand the glory of Chatsworth and on the other me, an impoverished relict.
Clazza, the next time you are oop here I will take you to have a look at your money, and we can have a coffee and a cake in your tearoom.
That was a delight to read Clary.
You might have considered that one of them had been gibbeted or keel-hauled and here you are living in the lap of luxury, turning your whims into reality with a flick of the wrist, scranning your way through nutrient prepared by lesser mortals and having a high old lush-out.
It's odd you should choose to make yourself into an impoverished relict. Are you seeking to elicit our pity for your amusement or to stimulate us to rush to your rescue as Mac has sort of half offered to do assuming you two aren't using a secret code which grew out of the Indian experience.
Or was it simply a way of informing us that you are a Chatsworthy person and that deference and respect are your birthright.
It's more likely that your great, great, great grandmother was a scullery maid in that noble residence and after running off with the family jewels started putting on airs and graces and, after some astute investment guidance from a banker she happened to meet, bribing records keepers to correct some errors.
Who knows? It is an interesting speculation that most people have at least gt gt gt gfthr of aristocratic turn, and at least one of criminal tendency, and all the others are somewhere in between.
I do actually think of myself as your gloriously depicted lucky lady living in the lap of luxury and enjoying the fruits of other people's labours, not least tea plucked by toiling peasants under a broiling sun and hardwon milk from patient cows, but that is because i have a 'conscience d'abondance' as opposed to a 'conscience de manque'.
Ooops, pardon my French!
Bxxxxx hxxx, Liverpool managed to lose at Anfield.
Bugger and double bugger.
Mac-
This end of the bar has taken a recent tone which finds your rather vulgar interjection, concerning a matter of no significance whatsoever, somewhat grating.
If Imay interrupt you Brits for a moment.... my half brother who I've never met but converse withis a genealogist and is always working onour family tree. so far he's got as far back as 1632 where my relatives were born in Essex England.
so tell me, was that an okay area or do I trace my beginnings to some dirt poor slum?
