Another rare appearance of Grabd Duke.
And his Lordship up in the middle of the night. (Hoping, it was just a stop-by on the way to the loo!)
Sorry to hear about those not so good days in London, Dorothy!
Mornin' Everyone!
It is persisting down in Manchester.
x
Stroike a loighte!
Ellpus wrote in a fit of extruded dudgeon and assertion nozzle loosened up-
Quote:You are one weird, seedy little excuse for a human being, whose posts encourage the sales of antibacterial soap.
You indulge in shock tactics, similar to those adopted by the various flashers that I have encountered in my job over the years. Instead of a set of dirty little fingernails being used to hold open a grubby mackintosh, you use yours on the keyboard in an effort to achieve the same effect.
The only probable reason that you managed a fooball team (youth team, I'll bet) is to have the opportunity to join in with the post match communal bathing.
I shall have nothing more to do with you. You make my skin crawl.
That's good from someone who never misses an opportunity, and even manufacturing some on his own account, to refer to his genital zone and his excretory habits. The record is there for the perusal of anyone who doubts the veracity of that.
Anyway- It's a good thing to see what sort of things are stored in the sweetie-tweetie minds ready to be deployed at a touch of the prodder so that everybody knows what they are in for if they don't behave in an Ellpus approved manner.
I'm a great believer in resistance analysis. It cuts the pretty surface and gets to the soft underbelly. Right bracing it is too and very useful.
Never sign up with anybody you haven't seen angry. You could be holding a timb-bomb with a short fuse.
glad to see Ellpus and Spendi getting on so well again.
The trouble with London is the damn place is too big, and its not really a British city. Its got a nice river which is better than the Irk, but not as interesting as the Manchester Ship Canal imo.
The Grand Duke wrote:Dorothy Parker wrote:Bag of shite.
The spirit of Paul Calf lives on. Brilliant. I've always been a fan of "bunch of arse" but "bag of shite" is the mutt's nuts.
My (best) friends in London and I often use "what a bag!" without even finishing the phrase, as we all know it so well.
It extends to the word "baggage" in every sense, consider:
who wants someone with loads of baggage?
who would want to be a baggage handler?
As a totally impartial, neutral and sensible human being from The North, I do feel that Spendi is taking gross and unreasonable advantage of the afflicted Lord Ellpus, presently in the recovery position from hospitalisation.
Dear sweet Dorothy has been caught up on the treadmill and has learned to her own cost and annoyance that London, is indeed a strange Metropolis to visit.
Never mind Dorothy, put it down to experience.
Whenever I go to London, I ensure the quality of hotel I select is capable of meeting my fastidious demands. This would mean making use of The Ritz, Savoy, Dorchester, even The Park Lane Hilton. The St James hotel is also well recommended by Mathos. If looking for a reasonably priced hotel but finding good surroundings, amicable clientele in general and being situated in an excellent location I would suggest the Cumberland.
However The Ritz is perhaps the favourite haunt of Mathos and Mrs Mathos always enjoys high tea, which has to be booked well in advance.
For the likes of Spendi, who would certainly not 'fit in' at any of the aforementioned hotels, and would more than likely be denied admittance if he attempted to procure the same, I rather think he would be suitably placed at the Regents Palace. Quite handy for Soho and the sordid elements of London nightlife which would no doubt suit the filthy minded little cretin down to a T. Bearing in mind that he could quite easily be ejected from the reception area by the concierge along with his carrier bags and bin liners, he could always locate a room in Soho for around £75..00 per night (take your own sheets and blankets) excluding breakfast which he would have to locate and pay for from his own additional resources.
Basically it boils down to the fact, Spendi is not fit to travel, at all!
I was going to say something about Janus
but if you dropped the J it would be more appropriate.
Time dominates space in cities. The wilds are all space and timeless almost. " But for the sky there are no fences facin'"
A nice river is one you can kick a few sods in from the bank and make a dam.
Quote: I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
well that was very nice
meanwhile away from Brookside
http://www.guardian.co.uk/terrorism/story/0,,1925698,00.html
As I said a few pages back, this counter insurgency war has nothing to do with religion. These people are political islamists who are using Islam as a weapon. At root the problem is oil, our dependency on it, and the struggle for control over the remaining resources.
Christ Steve, bit early for that ain't it?
Yes. London. If we're waxing poetic this morning, how about
"With a ladder and some glasses
You could see to Hackney marshes
If it wasn't for the ahses in between"
Dorothy Parker wrote:Christ Steve, bit early for that ain't it?
Maybe. But it was in the Guardian, that newspaper which Spendy holds in such contempt.
Steve 41oo wrote:well that was very nice
meanwhile away from Brookside
http://www.guardian.co.uk/terrorism/story/0,,1925698,00.html
As I said a few pages back, this counter insurgency war has nothing to do with religion. These people are political islamists who are using Islam as a weapon. At root the problem is oil, our dependency on it, and the struggle for control over the remaining resources.
This is interesting, and I don't profess to wholly understand it, but if the controllers in Iraqi oil price it in a currency which is not American Dollars, this fact would have the consquence on Wall Street and in the US economy as a whole, of a catastrophe.
There's a whole lot at stake.
Mathos my love-
It isn't really British to talk about yourself all the time and especially not when the talk consists of one long spiel of self praise interlarded with crude innuendo calculated to present yourself as a superior person.
What is the point of recommending all these expensive rip-off joints which specialise in ego preening to DP when you know very well she is just starting in life and can hardly be expected to have much money.
And what is the point in discussing at length potential accomodations for myself when you know I have no intention of ever travelling to those places as you so stylishly point out yourself after you have got it all up.
Why don't you just staple a list of your assets to the front of your shirt? It would save you all the bother of having to actually waste your time on these defining displays. They must be very tiresome.
Steve wrote-
Quote:At root the problem is oil, our dependency on it, and the struggle for control over the remaining resources.
Doesn't that boil down to saying that our soldiers are dying and being maimed so that the dependency can be treated.
Why not do your bit to reduce that dependency and set a good example to your friends.
When I go to London, I stay at my brother's. How cheap is that?
Actually (sorry Spendy (why are you called that anyway, when you're as tight as a duck's arse?)) one of my little if-I-won-the-lottery- fantasies would be to tour this country staying at good, but central, hotels.
I'm not tight Mac. I'm just lazy like any well balanced animal.
I find spending money very wearing and it distracts me from my studies.
It seems to me to be the prime motor of dumbing-down. It's always the same.
I have never bought a lottery ticket in my life. The lottery is a pump for extracting money from the provinces to finance a feminist aganda and the worship of the Money-God.
I like my own bed and I only ever eat things which have been prepared by someone who loves me. I'm not bored.
Have you ever stayed at Portmeirion, MuckT?
If not, you must...
So enchanted, stayed in the village and the castle.
I stayed an idyllic three days there, reading and eating scones.
x
Less of the love bit Spendi, your annoying me with that crap, and you are a tight bastard, I bet your comparable to a bloody ducks arse and that's waterproof!
You only eat things prepared for you by someone who loves you?
I take it you still live with mummy then!
