THE BRITISH THREAD II

Well I always did. I listened a lot to the grown ups in pubs and clubs and racecourse bars and such like places wherein a young man may get a proper education.

Young people of today are brought up to think they are so good at everything, in praise of the parental genetic material, that they have come to think they are and have concluded, as one might, that they know everything and thus cease learning anything ever again. In polite discourse they take turns telling everyone what they know but in the pub late on they all do it at once and in much louder declamation techniques.

This is all very well when it comes to things like when to plant the lettuce seeds because they have arranged specialist experts to do that now and as long as there are enough volunteers to fulfill each such function they can afford to not take any notice of anybody else and especially not any
degenerate, geriatric wankers on the pop or even off it.

But man does not live by bread alone. And I accept that he seems to be trying to. But that provides no reason for you to ask me who on here may be listening because you know I don't know and neither do you. Assuming it's a rhetorical sarcasm implying that nobody is listening it then is a unjustifiable assertion based on the completely unjustifiable premiss that everybody thinks like you.

I explained to one young lady last night about the expert management of facial hair by Terry Thomas and Jimmy Edwards types who play bowls at Torquay in striped blazers and straw boaters (The Barber of Seville)contrasting their styles with those of the mullahs of the Orient. She was listening. Stifling giggles which proved too difficult on the ear-waggling training course curriculum tour-de-force.

And I got one young lady to Google up A2K on her mobile phone thingy and it said "Highly regarded American debate forum" or some such. I felt a rosy glow. That took about 15 minutes, I nearly gave up, during which time she not only listened but obeyed my every word, or tried to with her purple fingernails jutting out like knife points.

I hope nobody listened to your horseracing predictions.

How often do pitchers get injured.


Not nearly enough IMHO. We pay good money in US to see a game that is violent and moves fast and hard. We like to see much blood and broken heads, So, if a pitcher is hurt, our normal conditioned response is to boo him if he doesnt get up fast enough. However , this may not be an encultured thing nationwide, since Im a Phillies fan, we are more prone to celebrate blood.

. We have no words in standard American baseball language for any of the items which youre questioning me. All I can tell you is that the game of baseball involves many hours that are mostly spent in the ballpark quaffing brews and telling lies. In that manner , I suppose it does bear some resemblance to cricket. The only difference , besides the team makeup, scoring, field shape, and officiating, is that we have needs to get games over with so that everyone can go and continue drinking at after hours clubs

The duel between pitcher and batter is one that was cleverly concieved by Mr Connie MAck, a revered patriarch of baseball stadium design. He felt that, by filling up the sideline seats and far bleachers , fans would come and pay to be in the park (Not having had TV invented yet also was a boon). In order to fill up seats, he would raise their expectations of "shagging a foul" (that means something entirely different in our languahe) Lots of batters in rotations numbers 1-4 and 5-8 were to be understood as tose who will "get on base" while every last one was a player who would clean off the bags and send everyone standing on them safely "home". This , with the exception of the pitcher , who, in most cases, would swing like a Special Ed.

The rules of baseball , with repect to having balls leave the viicnity of play ap[ace is, besides the fights in the bleachers, what most people pay the price of a ticket at a big league game.

I , on the other hand, would rather pay 10 bucks to go see a AAA league game to see guys who are playing their hearts out and are most likely too poor to buy steroids .

You asked once, McT, why I do not frequent the British Thread. I think you have your answer in the previous exchange, frank and fair as it may be, of views.

Does anyone have the faintest idea what Farmerman was on about?

You asked once, McT, why I do not frequent the British Thread. I think you have your answer in the previous exchange, frank and fair as it may be, of views.

Well I always did. I listened a lot to the grown ups in pubs and clubs and racecourse bars and such like places wherein a young man may get a proper education.

Young people of today are brought up to think they are so good at everything, in praise of the parental genetic material, that they have come to think they are and have concluded, as one might, that they know everything and thus cease learning anything ever again. In polite discourse they take turns telling everyone what they know but in the pub late on they all do it at once and in much louder declamation techniques.

This is all very well when it comes to things like when to plant the lettuce seeds because they have arranged specialist experts to do that now and as long as there are enough volunteers to fulfill each such function they can afford to not take any notice of anybody else and especially not any
degenerate, geriatric wankers on the pop or even off it.

But man does not live by bread alone. And I accept that he seems to be trying to. But that provides no reason for you to ask me who on here may be listening because you know I don't know and neither do you. Assuming it's a rhetorical sarcasm implying that nobody is listening it then is a unjustifiable assertion based on the completely unjustifiable premiss that everybody thinks like you.

I explained to one young lady last night about the expert management of facial hair by Terry Thomas and Jimmy Edwards types who play bowls at Torquay in striped blazers and straw boaters (The Barber of Seville)contrasting their styles with those of the mullahs of the Orient. She was listening. Stifling giggles which proved too difficult on the ear-waggling training course curriculum tour-de-force.

And I got one young lady to Google up A2K on her mobile phone thingy and it said "Highly regarded American debate forum" or some such. I felt a rosy glow. That took about 15 minutes, I nearly gave up, during which time she not only listened but obeyed my every word, or tried to with her purple fingernails jutting out like knife points.

I hope nobody listened to your horseracing predictions.

To a big fluffy ginger cat which mews and purrs to his every whim.

Your not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, are you!

with the exception of spendi, I find the senses of humor that you folks display to be outstanding.

I'm going to try to get on A2K on that young lady's mobile later. See if I can post from the pub. She promised me last night to have her batteries fully charged for next time.

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with the exception of spendi, I find the senses of humor that you folks display to be outstanding.

Well- you would wouldn't you if it matched that of your own. If I had....

Oh- never mind. It's bath time. The night is young and has some way yet to run. I'm going to try to get on A2K on that young lady's mobile later. See if I can post from the pub. She promised me last night to have her batteries fully charged for next time.