THE BRITISH THREAD

Well thats the last few pages read. I need a drink.

Mathos what is it with you and your when you mean you're?

Anyone going to watch the Royle family tomorrow?

Ms smorgs wrote-



Now that is, though justifiable, quite improper.

The true feminine nature, which the feminist denies here, is, having set them all a fighting with cyberundulations and veil peepings, to sit back smirking and wait for the victor to emerge and to then bestow the kiss of favour upon him rather than tell them all to form an orderly queue and take turns.

Ms smorgs would be a hopeless kangaroo and, as the feminist position is that of scientific evolution with no BigBadGod ranting about sinning, she really ought to favour the method of selection which the female of that species, and that of many others, employ in the service of progress.

With turn taking it's a bit of a chaotic and chancy process. And sticky.

A line from Hamlet is a fair take on the Mathos style-

"Oh, God, I could be bounded by a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space."

ros wrote-



Thanks ros. You're always reliable in the jealousy motivated sarcasm stakes. Why don't you spend more time on youtube rather than bothering with this second rate crap. It's designed for folk like you.

"Were it not that I had bad dreams."




I think you read delusions of grandeur into a statement meant to express a capacity for humble gratitude.

Try lettuce at suppertime Dawg.

A pal of mine has taken my advice on that and the other night he was loose in a harem with everybody away at a war.

No cheese.

You can spend the night running away from giant spiders with big furry legs on cheese. Especially the tastier varieties.

Both are equally exhausting though.

True. Humility perhaps the moreso for its social acceptability.

Yes- humility is pleasant in people especially when it expresses itself wittily. It isn't to be confused with grease-balling and lathering up the scented soap except in certain specific circumstances where metaphors are exterminated.

We had a Mancunian coach trip in our pub tonight.

Something to do with the new landlord coming from there and inviting his publican background to a grand opening with free eats.

The ladies were gorgeous. Pale pink skin forcing itself to the fore in every vista vintage about 18 to just short of 50.

The chaps were hopeless.

Ugly runts with baggy bottoms to their trousers and spots and sending these cuties to the bar to get the drinks in. No manners.

You could see why it isn't called Womanchester at a glance.

Me and Vic had semis on and were juggling with our loose change Leopold Bloom style.

You paint such beautiful pictures with words spendius.

there you go spend...an admirer

possibly

I think observer would be a more appropriate word.

In a nutshell! - - - - - - -Your a dirty bastard.

That's not very nice now, is it?

You meant to say "pathetic git", I'm sure. :wink:

But amusingly written, Spendy. I'm sure you and Vic weren't really fiddling with yourselves while watching the pink and plumpcious Mancuniennes. Not when you could go home and put a Nigella Lawson tape on.

Not at all Mathos- I can't do anything about pherenome chemistry. Evolution built that in not me.

Have you a hang up about sex or something. Is it "dirty"?

Perhaps you ought to start a campaign to stop semi-naked (3/4 in a few cases) young ladies being seen in public. Or for putting bromide in the tap water.

Hey- Mathos is a guilt ridden puritan. He wants to veil the ladies or change masculine responses to them not being.

Mac wrote-



"You should never let other people get your kicks for you." Bob Dylan.

Ms Lawson simply makes an electronic image and that doesn't rate 0.1 on a scale of 1-100 compared to those little pouters last night.

One had an almost pure white blemish free back on display right down to the cleft of her bum with a string halter round her delicious neck holding up the flimsy front side. You could have folded the whole thing into your top pocket. She looked about 18 but the ones who were almost fifty were pretty good two too.

Their escorts were ghastly.

you did it again Mathos. For gods sake man, learn the difference between your and you're. Thought you were edukated.

Sex dirty?

Good heavens above no Spendi. It may be described as natures perfect gift in terms of real pleasure and joint satisfaction; social engineers and optimists rather conveniently ignore the numerous lessons of modern history, science and evolution which illustrate the contrary.

The more sophisticated society becomes the more impersonal and grandiose the fierceness and savagery.

Men kill for sex, he doesn't stand at the corner of the bar playing with a semi limp dick at the sight of a delicately exposed breast, nipple, knickers, thong or pubic hair.

As you very rightly expounded earlier;-

Don't let other people get their kicks for you (Zimmerman)


Indeed, your actions leave you elusive, forlorn, lonely, even fantastical as a soul to understandably diagnose, or categorise, let alone analyse.


You could be 'The Angel of Death' a paranoid religious maniac with a tendency leaning towards voyeurism and thinking yourself as walking through 'The Valley of Death' totally misplaced and irrational and yet self goaded by the thought of pubic hair.


I rather think these be reasonable conjectures for me to make and raise with total impunity as from the facts you hurl with an self imposed smug elegance, how could one think other?

It could purely be that you are not really in receipt of possession of your own understanding, rather akin to you going through life from the murky bottoms of a Bangladesh sewer.

The result being a creation of a sexually inadequate wanker stimulated by abnormal fantasies.

In a nutshell - - - - - 'Your a dirty bastard'

Don't get cocky Steve, I'm up to my eye balls with Dirty Dick and don't need additional dick 'eads yapping round my ankles!