THE BRITISH THREAD II

Mornin everyone!

In t'it cold!

You know I've gone through life thinking it was 'tenderhooks', until I just read 'tenterhooks' in sussies post...

What's a tenterhook?

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I'm on tenterhooks...

"My curiosity is on the full stretch, I am most curious or anxious to hear the issue".

It's cold indeed...

I'm tender-hearted ... and like love me tender, but it's not sooo cold that I would mention it here.

Who, among we old ba*tards, doesn't love that song?

Actually, I didn't like it at all when I was a younger ba*tard.
But you're right about us vieux bâtards :wink:


Back to the pleasures of football:

Liverpool players robbed

I'm not so keen on it. This is my favourite Elvis:

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=VEisdOzJ1LM

I also really like 'Just can't help believing' and 'Viva Las Vegas'.


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Love Me Tender is a reworking of an old southern song called Aura Lee just as Wooden Heart was originally something else, and old German ditty, and Just One Cornetto received the same treatment.

Hi Ho, I'm off to work!

With this in my head...

bright light city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire


Laters.

x

I prefer the shoplifter's song, by Paul Young.

"Every time you go - away, you take a piece of meat - with you".



Mornin' all. My jewels have been left to thaw overnight, and seem a little better this morning. Flat roof again today. It wasn't too bad yesterday, as the sun was shining and the view from up there was quite stunning.

Anyone have a warm compress I could borrow at about midday?

I know you can google, Smorgs, I've seen you do it, and very fetching it was too. Especially imaginative use of the feather boa.

I always thought a "tenterhook" was something to do with an abattoir, but it isn't.

From Wikipedia:

Tenterhooks were used as far back as the fourteenth century in the process of making woollen cloth. After the cloth had been woven it still contained oil from the fleece and some dirt. It was cleaned in a fulling mill and then had to be dried carefully as wool shrinks. To prevent this shrinkage, the wet cloth would be placed on a large wooden frame, a "tenter", and left to dry outside. The lengths of wet cloth were stretched on the tenter (from the Latin "tendere", to stretch) using hooks (nails driven through the wood) all around the perimeter of the frame to which the cloth's edges (selvages) were fixed so that as it dried the cloth would retain its shape and size. At one time it would have been common in manufacturing areas to see tenter-fields full of these frames.

By the mid-eighteenth century the phrase "on tenterhooks" came into use to mean being in a state of uneasiness, anxiety, or suspense, stretched like the cloth on the tenter.

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Why google at this time of the morning - when I have you lot, who obviously have time, to do it for me, and then disseminate it, in a much more pleasing way?

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I'll disseminate you, Gertie,
What-oh, what-oh, what-oh
With the end of me old cigar...."

I'm just tucking in to porridge with sultanas. It reminds me of school puddings, for some reason. All I need now is a dollop of strawberry jam in the middle.

Twenty years ago the landlord of The Star
Said "Here you are, young fellow-me-lad, here's a ninepenny cigar.
I smoked it up to Easter, and then my horrible wife
Said, "Put the nasty thing away. You'll need it the rest of your life."
The end of my old cigar, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la.
I walk down Piccadilly, I'm a regular lah-di-dah.
I may not be good looking, nor look like a movie-star,
But I tickle the ladies' fancy with the end of my old cigar.

Ten years ago, while in my surgery,
In comes a young woman, and this she says to me:
"Oh, Doctor, vaccinate me in a place that will not show."
"I'll vaccinate you, Gertie, what-ho, what-ho, what-ho!"
With the end of my old cigar, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la,
I vaccinated Gertie. Well, you should have seen the scar!"
Now whenever she gets out of a bus or into a motor-car
She says, [falsetto] "Look what the Doctor did to me with the end of his old cigar!"[/falsetto]

Five years ago, while serving overseas,
I saw the German enemy and my blood began to freeze.
The Sergeant said, "Here's tin-hat, my lad,
Now put it upon your head."
I said, "If it's all the same to you, I'll put it down here instead!"
Oh, the end of my old cigar, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la,
I saved my manly virtue and the end of my old cigar.

McT, you are an exceptional musicologist!

Now playing on the radio..."Whistling tunes, we're kissing baboons in the jungle"

I always thought that the chorus to that song was "She looks so frum-py there"

Just thought I'd let you know that earth shattering piece of info.

Any other misheard lyrics out there?

I'm sure that song has a double entendre. Thats French Francis will explain.

Like the woman who goes into a bar and says do you serve double entendres here?

so the land lord gave her one.

Are you talking about this song?

"Hans plays with lotte, lotte plays with jane
Jane plays with willi, willi is happy again
Suki plays with leo, sacha plays with britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, enrico plays with it
-whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside
-whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres

Andre has a red flag, chiang ching's is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for lin tai yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
-whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside
-whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-wars without tears
If looks could kill they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears

Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres"

Barbara Ann (Beach Boys)

"Went to a dance, looking for a man....."

(for romance)

Our Father who art in heaven

Harold be thy name