Oh, 'ere we go...
Dreaming of lands full of subservient women.
Paradise.
Sorry I didn't know the currency of Mayanmar...
Feel very foolish.
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Well I've done my nails, organised my make-up, de-bushed my hairbrushes, left them to soak in a bath of suds overnight, I've done a face-pack, two, in fact, one for my face and one for my neck area (so I can wind it in, without wrinkling). Watched X Factor, ate a Magnum, then a packet of low-fat crisps.
What you lot doing?
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I stand corrected on Myanmar. It was a slip of the tongue.
I don't fancy living anywhere else than where I am. If I did I would go and live there.
It seems to me pretty self evident that you need to be disappointed with things to continually have your head over the horizon and to spend your money and precious time on that stuff suggests you are pretty pissed off where you are. The only difference between that and watching Coronation Street is that the former offers more opportunities for invidious, aggressive conspicuous consumption which I am against in principle and because it's common and thus naff as well as being, according to scientists, a danger to the earth fragile ecological balance.
I don't want to be tossing and turning all night and getting up at the same time as bloody larks just because I'm wracked with guilt for my contribution to flooding millions of people out of their homelands. Or even just taking a chance on it. Nor to be continually fussing about bugger-all to take my waking mind off it. It's a drag.
What I do means nothing and all that means nothing as well so if they are both the same only a masochist would do it the hard way. As I've said before- packing a suitcase is just about the most humiliating activity known to man when volunteered for. Fancy having to think "What am I going to need?" It would make me paranoid thinking up non-existent dangers I had to plan for. It's no good passing off going to the quack's for tropical jabs as a run-of-the-mill thing. It derives from thinking "I might get typhoid or malaria or bitten by a snake. All night.
I want to dream about smorgsie dancing on a stage in her younger days. Or even now.
smorgsie- Did you once say you had been a dancer or something- I have a vague memory. If you did tell us about it. I'm sure it will be more interesting that rabbit hutches in Thailand or Burma or wherever. They all look the same to HRH Phil and they all look the same to me.
A2K is very clever. See what it did with the adverts along the top of the page? It can understand text.
Dammit, Spendy, your intervening post wrecked my little demo.
Sorry Mac. I know how you feel.
But hey- here's a serendipity for you.
I typed that last post of mine and then go up and have a soak and while I'm drying off on the Kingie Shooting The Past is on the box. Not only that but I'm right on the scene where Oswald Bates is unveiling his plan to defeat the destruction of the archives by an American corporation at the dining table. (Geddit- the legacy of the past- the earth which the photograph collection is a symbol of.)
I didn't know it was on. I wasn't looking for this. It just happened. Oswald's speech is another version of what I was saying.
Do you think it's a sign.
That's one great movie.
If you could only watch one channel which would you choose?
Mostly I watch Beeb 2 and Beeb 4, I think.
Spendy you asked me a question back there somewhere but I couldn't understand it, sorry. And I can't remember it. I'm a bad person.
Sunny here this morning folks, I've had my shaa and all is well with the world.
Except I've got an earache. But I've got an atomiser for that.
Breakfast calls.
I have now fully recovered from Friday night's debauchery.
I'm going for Tapas at 12.00.
Sorry to hear for your earache, Muckty. Maybe you need a new (tartan) ear trumpet?
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smorgs wrote:I have now fully recovered from Friday night's debauchery.
I'm going for Tapas at 12.00.
Sorry to hear for your earache, Muckty. Maybe you need a new (tartan) ear trumpet?
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Alcoholic tapas, I'll be bound.
Look, I can make jokes about my deafness, but you can't.
So next time we meet, I am going to chastise you severely.
Ooohh.
(closes eyes and trembles slightly)
McTag wrote:smorgs wrote:I have now fully recovered from Friday night's debauchery.
I'm going for Tapas at 12.00.
Sorry to hear for your earache, Muckty. Maybe you need a new (tartan) ear trumpet?
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Alcoholic tapas, I'll be bound.
Look, I can make jokes about my deafness, but you can't.
So next time we meet, I am going to chastise you severely.
Ooohh.
(closes eyes and trembles slightly)
Take a better man than you McGunga Din, to EVER spank ME!
But you know I'm only teasing, Muckty.
Here's some decent music, for you to have a head-banging session to...
(ear permitting)
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=KE4HGlmtOcg
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spendius wrote:Well- you see Mrs Posh- "baht" is the basic unit of currency in Thailand, or Myanmar if you prefer.
And Steve made a very clever pun on it with "Not bad" (Not baht--geddit?) referring to the price of the houses Mathos is advertising. And I didn't respond because I was rolling on the floor laughing at it and it has taken me this long to calm down.
you crease me up spendy, not a hint of sarcasm, thanks mate
wow what was that? huge flash and 3 seconds later a bang? Smorgs anything to do with you?
I'm tempted to buy another (sort of) bicycle
http://www.kinetics-online.co.uk/html/toxy_zr.shtml
am I nuts?
yes ok
Steve wrote:
Quote:wow what was that? huge flash and 3 seconds later a bang? Smorgs anything to do with you?
Yep, it was sussie's patellas...
I was giving him a special lap-dance.
Just went into my grind - and BANG!
Kneecaps blew off!
...well, his IS old.
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Reminds me of a couple of verses in a song I used to know
Quote:I took a quick trip to Treatment town
Passed the library, shops and all
I'm strapped to a bed by a smiling nurse
And plugged into the wall.
A fast dream takes place right there and then
Fire works in the dark, and the dead,
The sky falls off and my kneecaps chime
I wake up with an empty head.
Twice topical.
There's fifteen verses though and it's not there for cutting and pasting.
I was so bored I ran down to the bottom to see who's on and it asked us to give a welcome to a just hatched called "the lemon fairy".
So I thought I would, it's a nice name, welcome them. But there were no posts by tlf so there was nowhere to extend my hand in a gesture of good will.
It's the technology creaking at the seams I suyppose.
Isn't it great not to have Tony bloody Blair on our screens every five minutes?
And Dom and Lilia are out of the dancing. Well who expected that? Not me.
I'm afraid I don't have the good fortune to have any knowledge of Dom and Lilia but in the interest of maintaining a degree of flow to the thread I checked them out and it said-
Quote:Dom and Lilia had a visit from Flamenco teacher Isabel Baquero this week, who quite firmly told Dom he has to stop being cheeky. 'You need to stop showing your cheeky side and become 'The Dominator',' she told him. But will he be able to pull this off?
From the bit I read about Lilia I should imagine Dom can pull it off three times a day.
But is the teacher right? What is she getting at? Is it that despite all this feminist bullshit women, deep down, wish to be dominated.
I think the books catering for that particular fetish were known as "bodice rippers".
Well this is quite correct of course. Impressive and prompt research, Spendy.
Have you noticed that suspenders, me, Muckty and steveii all joined in the month of November?
Is it something about the reduction in daylight that draws people to technology?
Mornin' everyone.
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