THE BRITISH THREAD II

I don't know.

That guy is as wooden with the footwork as Jagger.

I don't know who sung it, but it was written by Flanders and Swann. The reason I know this is because it was fresh in my mind from a recent newspaper article about a female BBC journalist who ambushed "Call me Dave" Cameron on Newsnight.
The programme was supposed to be about his economic strategy, but she stumped him by opening the QA session with "I'm not married. I have a small child. Are you saying the Conservative Party would like me to be married?".
She happened to be Stephanie Flanders, daughter of the aforementioned Gnu man.

gurumasala,

D'ya mean Marc Bolan?

If so, shame on you! He was brilliant.

x

Mathos, (or can I call you Johnny?)

Thanks for the lyrics, chuck.

kiss kiss.

(aren't you just a teensie bit jealous?)


Doowop,

Where did you pop up from?

...and how long have you been lurking on the BT?

x

I was here on page 113, according to my records. I then looked in from time to time, but it always seemed to be when there was some form of srgument going on, so I popped right back out again.

You should stay for the arguments, join in... a bit of verbal never hurt anyone.

superfluous is a pussy really.

x

I get enough argument during the working day, so I would prefer to keep out of extra curricular spats. This is quite a funny thread sometimes.

Quite...

I piss myself laughing on a regular basis.

But then I'm a nutter.

x

It should get 'best damn thread of the year'.

Anyone can post on intelligent design-type thingy's.

Takes collective charm and charisma to keep a thread going with regular debates on current affairs, tits, falling off bikes, pink chubbies, travelogues, rugby (yawn), cricket (yawn), footy (yawn). And then of course there's the slanging matches, then one of us goes all huffy.

Just like life really, 'cept they're too far away to clout or cane - mores the pity.

x

I take it as read that you're not into sports then, smorgs.

No, not true, I'm into water-sports...

Got my bronze, silver and gold.

...and I'd piss on guru-spends if he were on fire.

x

Spends = Spendius, right?

I quite like his posts. He hides quite a few diamonds in amongst the anthracite. You just have to take your time to find them. If I'm in a hurry, or half asleep, I just skip his stuff as it usually causes an overload on my grey matter. I then try to catch up when my brain is in gear.
I don't know him well enough to judge him harshly, and even if I did I wouldn't do so in open forum, but he immediately struck me as being very well educated. He's certainly very well read.

OH MY GOD! Typed in a 'Friends' stylee

He's gonna love that!

He's going to come down with encephalitis when he reads that!

We're not 'down on sussy'! Least not me - 'cos then he would be in the middle of an erotic dream and wake up panting and screaming my name:

SMOOOOORGSIE.

We love G.I.T. !

x

Well that was a very interesting post, judging by the storm of apathy it created.

Doowop (de doody do ay) wrote:



sussy
spendy
superfluous
spendie
spandex
gurumasala
susperia
spendaholic

A bugger by any other name...

x

I see you're from Manchester, smorgs. I've heard that the weather there is very much like the muslims in Iraq. Partly sunni, but mainly shiite. Is that true?

Do you mean your principal port of call?

...can't tell in me Burqa.

x

Hiya Muckty!

Missed you today.

x

Did you enjoy it?

Was going to get tickets but the reviews put me off, and it was supposed to be overly long.

x

Doowop, which I'm not sure I like the sound of, wrote-





Listen- I have an idea. You'll like it I think.

If you have been arguing all day, outside of comfort breaks, you could tell us what the arguments were about, the best one maybe, to start off with I mean, and we could argue it out on here and settle it for you.

You could agree with your colleagues to agree to defer today's arguments until tomorrow, on the general principle that what you can put off until tomorrow is always worth putting off, and you could come on here at a time that suits your convenience, and tell us and we would settle it and then there would be no need for you to argue about it once we had settled it and you could spend all day humpback riding and cucumber swishing.

If you missed arguing with such a sudden withdrawal, as I envisage. you could come on here and easily get one going by saying how much you admire Mathos and his bravery and toughness or that Jocks are pillocks and can't play football and their national dish is shite or that the smoking ban in pubs is a wonderful thing, or otherwise, or that Prince is a prancing, preening pretentious prick or that the unemployed are the salt of the earth or that Manchester United rely on 12 points being handed to them by referees in return for not being thumped or that the recent problems in the financial market are nothing but a little local difficulty blown out of all proportion by media and its lickspittals and lackeys.

Any of those would do if you missed arguing all day as a result of my procedure.

If you prefer instead a reasoned discussion you might raise the subject of whether stopping smoking is linked to problems associated with creeping downstairs to look in the fridge in the middle of the night and an economic upturn at deli-counters.

Don't mention God though. He's off limits.