spendius wrote:Mac-
Did you not read my post about my pub conversation with Old Vic.
It was self explanatory I thought.
It related to the difference between hagiography and real life.
And A2K meetings where real life doesn't enter.
I'm sorry, Spendy, I did read it but when you mentioned Vic again I didn't make the connection- your mention of Piccadilly put me in London and off the scent. Sorry, put it down to advanced age.
Vic's episode with the whore in the green knickers sounded sad to me. I worked in Manchester for a number of years, and often saw emaciated-looking dope addicts (I suppose) hanging about on corners near Piccadilly Station, even in daylight, and anything less sexy is hard to imagine.
Just why is it, that every time Manchester United get beaten, Steve is not here?
Fergie might have got himself in trouble with the FA. Bad loser.
I object to the use of the word whore...
I know a few prostitutes/working girls. They are all great woman, one of them used to work in the council for many years, whilst paying off a stiff mortgage with her second income. I call that feminism. Of course most of the girls I know supply a niche market, very lucrative it is too.
But it's world away from the poor creatures that you see out in that end of town, they're the ones with pimps, habits and no premises.
I don't associate the word whore with prostitution, that's for the likes of Paris Hilton et al. Youtube her - you can view it all for free! Hey you might even get lucky in person, just stake out any trendy London nightclub, where the champagne and crack-cocaine, meth amphetamine, ketamine, ecstasy and heroin are flowing. For as long as you can afford your habit, nail, hair, tan, tit job and your Jimmy Choos, your a step away from the street. But you're not really... you just swap the kerb crawler for a minor celebrity or a 1st, 2nd, 3rd division footballer (depending on the size of your implants) and a better class of vehicle...taxed.
Besides, it's rare for us to get through life without a shame-shag (or two), why not charge?
Love
Smorgs
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By 'eck, Mucty, your being very free with them there emoticons tonight...
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smorgsie wrote-
Quote:Of course most of the girls I know supply a niche market, very lucrative it is too.
The problem with niche markets is that they are very expensive. Or cheap on the economics of Vic's eagerness, and that means that only well paid people can afford them as they are addictive. It follows therefore that only well paid men can utilise such facilities and, in general, leaving out criminals and hereditary wealth, that means the best educated and the cleverest and the ones we all look up to.
Now why would such alpha males have ideas which draw them forward towards having a ring put through their nose at prices which make Vic's lady look positively posh if not Queenly. £200 for a four hour treatment is a lot cheaper than a quid a second for two seconds. Vic had been watching some snooty strippers earlier and was frisky.
I asked him how she got him up and he said when she shut the door.
smorgs wrote:By 'eck, Mucty, your being very free with them there emoticons tonight...
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It's the only fun I get.
Whore or prostitute it's the same, isn't it? To me, neither is more pejorative. Might as well say working girl or business woman, what's in a name eh?
It's a subject I understand very little about.
That's a fine piece of Brit understatement I must say.
Cal wrote-
Quote:That's not the only thing you never picked up, spendi.
I knew a bloke who picked up the telly and threw it through the picture window onto the front lawn. And I once saw with my own eyes a bloke who picked up his golf clubs and caddy cart and threw them out of bounds.
The golfer had three putted from six feet and the telly thrower had a very aggravating wife.
There's probably a lot of things I've never picked up. Big heavy objects for example. Like a bag of cement.
Mornin' all!
Weight down your kilt today, Muckty.
I wonder how many will turn up for their appointments with me today?
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You're waiting for someone coming up on a Monday, smorgs?
MONDAY!
Good morning!
And how's the weather???
Weather forecast doesn't look to encouraging for the UK today. Spare a thought for us here in Adelaide, South Australia. We have just set an alltime heat record (8days) and have at least another week to go before some relief is in sight! Today's maximum was 40 degrees at 1pm.
Issued at 7:05 pm CDT Monday 10 March 2008
ADELAIDE MT LOFTY RANGES
Adelaide 07:04pm 35.0 40.0 degrees 1:40pm
The weather is okay here, breezy, wet.
My kilt is well weighted down.
Maybe we'll get the storm later.
My missus has got to fly to Holland tomorrow, oh heck. Not looking forward to that. Bad timing.
Still, we got mail from Ottawa where the snow is drifting to 12 (twelve) feet.
Dutchy wrote:Weather forecast doesn't look to encouraging for the UK today. Spare a thought for us here in Adelaide, South Australia. We have just set an alltime heat record (8days) and have at least another week to go before some relief is in sight! Today's maximum was 40 degrees at 1pm.
Issued at 7:05 pm CDT Monday 10 March 2008
ADELAIDE MT LOFTY RANGES
Adelaide 07:04pm 35.0 40.0 degrees 1:40pm
Bloody hell Dutchy, that sounds sticky. If I was in a place like that, I'd dig a hole and live underground.
When it gets really hot here, my pal takes a mattress down to the cellar and spends most of his time down there.
smorgs wrote:I object to the use of the word whore...
I know a few prostitutes/working girls. They are all great woman, one of them used to work in the council for many years, whilst paying off a stiff mortgage with her second income. I call that feminism. Of course most of the girls I know supply a niche market, very lucrative it is too.
I don't suppose the Job Centre.......?.......nah.
Quote:
I don't associate the word whore with prostitution, that's for the likes of Paris Hilton et al. Youtube her - you can view it all for free! Hey you might even get lucky in person, just stake out any trendy London nightclub, where the champagne and crack-cocaine, meth amphetamine, ketamine, ecstasy and heroin are flowing. For as long as you can afford your habit, nail, hair, tan, tit job and your Jimmy Choos, your a step away from the street. But you're not really... you just swap the kerb crawler for a minor celebrity or a 1st, 2nd, 3rd division footballer (depending on the size of your implants) and a better class of vehicle...taxed.
Once, years ago at Bredbury Hall....remember that?....my pal Gordon and I got a couple of near-identical twins up to dance, good-looking girls they were, and comparing notes afterwards, they both asked us the same question, straight off, whether we were residents there.
Seemed unusual, and we reckoned, on the game.
We were too innocent and impoverished to get involved, and for that matter, I still am.
McTag wrote:
My missus has got to fly to Holland tomorrow, oh heck. Not looking forward to that. Bad timing.
90% possibilty of rain, 10% sunshine, wind 6 bft, temperature above normal ...
Vielen Dank, Herr H.
But who measures the wind speed in British Feet? I don't believe that forecast. It will be windier. Don't forget, Holland is flat.
Walter now you know why I left Amersfoort, Holland and headed for sunny South Australia.
McTag your suggestion of living underground is nothing new. In Coober Pedy, 900km above Adelaide, 3/4 of the town's population lives in underground homes!
McTag wrote:But who measures the wind speed in British Feet? I don't believe that forecast. It will be windier.
6 bft = 27 mph/24kn.
Dutchy wrote:Walter now you know why I left Amersfoort, Holland and headed for sunny South Australia.
Well, especially in this week...
... but on the other foot: walking upside down isn't so easy :wink:
Won't ever see that headline 'No dry day' in our daily newspaper Walter.
btw. Have become quite used to walking upside down "downunder".
