THE BRITISH THREAD II

Well done! (But I missed Bayern's first goal in our cup final ...)

Black tulip wrote-



You'll like this thread then especially if the trees have been sawn up and made into heavy gateposts and been stuck in a hole in the ground for fifty years in all weathers with cows itching themselves on them.

Actually Bt, what it is is that there are blokes, seedy sorts of chaps, who sit in rooms all day watching a bank of TV sets playing the various news broadcasts. Every piece of "BREAKING NEWS" has to break at some point and these lads are onto it. If it looks a "go-er" they wind it around their contacts and whatnot and if it is a go-er it soon has a name. Like Euro Whiff. Then they devise a quick questionaire, stick it on the net, and they end up with a list of names of people who have expressed a more than average interest in the topic or even just in doing questionaires. They'll have a list of people who like voting. Election funding is a tricky business and they try to avoid sending their bullshit to blokes like me. You can bet your boots that there's a strong correlation for people who vote and who fill in stupid questionaires.

In this case we are considering it is nasty niffs.

Then they sell this list of names to interested parties such as those in the previous post which you said you didn't know what I was talking about. They, the seedy chaps, goofed up they'll be to get their imagination functioning, haven't the faintest interest in the answers.

As if anybody could have an interest in a matter like this unless there was cash in it.

It costs money to send out mailshots and the "selected in" seedy chaps are those who refine the list of names the best. You wouldn't want to be sending flyers for blow-up dolls to vicarages now would you? Vicar's wives open all the mail. Waste of 30 pence. Multiplied thousands of times and you can see the point. As easy as you can see the points on gateposts where the blackbirds have been perching for generations.

Conservatory literature, for lean-to's with glass sides, is no use for skyscraper tenants.

A perfect result would be when an exercise equipment manufacturer had a list of everybody like Mathos. The ashamed overweight are sitting ducks.

And it's the same with Spam.

Oh Dear.....

The chick with a dick has been under so much pressure on the Science and Mathematics threads.


He really should stick to the Acronym's with his knicker elastic, they put up with him there.

Wolf O'Donnell said he's a Liar, and or a delusional and incredibly stupid person too.

Farmerman makes out he's absolutely great at demonstrating nitwittidity.


So now he's like ducks on a pond, you know quacking away as loud as he can, they don't know why, they just do it.

Or like an ill fitting lid on a simmering pan of winter broth, clatter, clatter, clatter, it doesn't mean anything at all.

We had an expression for his sort when we were kids;-

All wind and piss

What an oink.

Good luck Joe Calzaghe in Las Vegas.
It's very difficult to step up a weight, if you're facing a top fighter.
It's a big ask.

I'm off to bed.

I'll second that Mac.

Well, they have to be up early in the morning to witness the golden rays of the rising sun and get on with a couple of hundred press-ups and a 15 mile ride on a bike so efficient it makes pedalling easier with a haversack full of bricks strapped to their rippling torsos before the museli appears.

"Pull mi nightie down when you've finished", as the actress said to the junior minister for Defence procurement.

Just think though.

Mathos took me to task for quoting some of the greatest thinkers we have ever known and here he is quoting Wolf and farmerman and he can't even spell farmerman's name correctly.

Wolf O'Donnell to Spendi

I'd like to point out to Spendius that Darwinism isn't taught in schools. Evolution is taught in schools. Darwinism and Evolution are not interchangeable. The former is the predecessor of the latter.

Farmerman to Spendi

That means that you agree with me dipshit. The historical point I had in my link was that Einstein had mastered DQ before he was in his mid teens.

Why are you Rotflamoing about? are you laughing at yourself or at your inability to read and comprehend?

Wolf O'Donnell also said to Spendi

By the way, Post 3199110 suggests spendius, that you understood exactly what I was getting at in Post 3192963, which means that your statement of "me no comprendez" was a lie.


PS Spendi, (You big girls blouse of a blithering moaning whinging oink) I may not present Farmermans name as his avatar shows, but I rather think I am correct in showing any naming word (noun) with a CAPITAL opening letter.

Just going for a shower, following my cycle ride, (18 miles) two sets of steps at 27 steps per set = 54 steps and ten minutes on upper torso.

Breakfast will consist of Weetabix, fresh fruit (nicely blended with a tablespoonful of honey) and a piping hot mug of Earl Grey Breakfast tea.. two bags.


Good to see Joe won too split decision but good result in any event.

My dad used to report boxing matches for a Glasgow daily newspaper.
In the Benny Lynch days.

Mathos, the giant medicine ball with two eyeholes, wrote-



Check out e.e. cummings and, if you don't mind, spendi as well. Some say that Mr Cummings used lower case only some of the time and then as a gesture of humility. Personally I think it was an off colour joke. I try to present a person's username as they would have it as a gesture of respect.

The gentleman to whom you refer chooses the lower case version and I try to respect his wishes. Although I do use nicknames like "fm", due to regular familiarity with his contributions, as I do with others. Then it is a gesture of friendship. Hands across the water so to speak.

The point you are evading fattie is that you criticised me for quoting from some of the finest works in the English Language and then you segue gently, like a tango dancer on the lean, a female one I mean, into quoting those two numbskulls as if you are making some grand intellectual point or other concerning which it is too tiresome to speak further.

That's were you literary skills come from then Mac.

Nice one.

Friendship Does Farmerman know that I wonder?

I rather think that your use of that particular word is one we should consider with extremely strong approbation with regard to your particular standing on these pages.

You might just have a great amount of difficulty in locating two 'friends' to extinguish the fire, especially if they had to cross a street to do so.

Perhaps, no, maybe is more suitable, maybe, due to my broader experiences in the world I have more of an insight into the comings and goings on a personal experience agenda, and not attached to the pages
of Mary Poppins for instance.


After all, those who do not travel barely read the preface of the book of life.

Your Landlord is your friend though, that's for sure, you line his pockets to the tune of five grand a year I would assume if your daily trend is to be believed of course. That could be a subject under concern though, as Mr O'Donnell considers you to be a liar.

Liar, liar, pants are on fire!

Oh dear, he does insult you doesn't he Spendius.

So on the assumption that you are not a liar, and I have no reason to believe you are, (I never take anyones word for anything defamatory towards another, there could be alternative motives for his rantings)


We could agree that you pay for your Landlord to take a trip to Thailand every year. That strikes me as peculiar you see, you could do without the John Smiths and go yourself. Just a logical thought I had, nothing more.

I bet you don't know the Landlord in the next pub though, oh no!

That would be fraught with danger travelling there, according to Spendi law.

So you can spend the rest of your days watching cricket, having the odd flutter on the gee-gees, as long as you can obtain additional confirmation on the favourite being a dead cert. that is.

No doubt nodding your head to the other regular when you pass him, and the odd stranger who may find himself locked in your lavatory from time to time, because that is what the English pub has become.

Basically a bog for senile old men, without the added bonus of stogies floating in the pans or troughs as they once did. You knew you were in a good pub then Spendi. The more the merrier.

Ah! But those were the days.

You must feel like the end product of a Saturday night quickie behind the bike shed.

You certainly write like one.

Anybody see the Stephen Fry programme about the Gutenberg Bible printing?

Enchanting. Inspiring. The good old BBC eh? Real travelling.

was supposed to but fell asleep please give me salient points so I dont flunk the test.

But having just visited most places in Germany were Martin Luther did his thing, I dont think the BBC can teach me anything about nuttin


jeez am i tired sorry

Yes I saw it. I recorded it specially, and watched it with pleasure.
Shame old Gutenberg (Gaensefleisch?) had his invention pinched and he didn't make any money from it.

That device they used to cut the internal part of the double-helix spiral thread was very impressive.

Who knew that you need 250 or so characters to compose a page of print?
Not counting multiples, I mean.
It was a great opener for the Mediaeval series. I did not care too much for the next one, too bitty and fragmented with fussy, jerky camera work and film editing. And sound track. Less would definitely have been more in this case, although the subject matter/content was good.

What on earth were we all doing going to war with countries like that?

It beggars belief.

When he called it the Silicon valley of the middle-ages!! Gee.

This article embodies all the reasons why "Red" Ken Livingstone has become very weary and evasive of the press - most of it is a collection of gossippy personal putdowns, strung together in something of a hit piece.

But boy, is it well written. Entertaining, evocative.

The British press is such an odd animal ... even the quality newspapers favour chatter over substance and scandals over policy far more than their continental counterparts -- but at the same time, the hand these reporters have for turning a phrase, the skill and ingenuity and wit of some of 'em -- enough to make readers of Dutch or German or French newspapers quite jealous...

Clinging to his passe politics, Ken Livingstone loses his mojo in Soho

Mathos, our in-house masochist, is just one of those blokes who feels guilty about inactivity.

He probably hates going to bed and placing his little baldy head upon the pink, scented pillow with the tart's knickers edgings and monogrammed with a delicate but large "M" and loves leaping out in the morning before the hedgehogs flapping his arms vigorously whilst running on the spot then going for a fifteen mile pressure cycle into the teeth of a northerly sleet-storm coming horizontal so that he can inform everybody what time the sun appears and flashes its golden beams across the landscape.

nimh-

That's Gill in neutral. Coasting. A skilled filler of white space.

You should read him when he's got a cob on about something.

Everybody loves Ken. We quite like Boris too but making a special journey, under orders from The Party, up to Liverpool to apologise to its citizens for some trifling matter was a serious error.

Wringing apologies out of Ken is not something anybody should try who has an urgent appointment to keep.

Elegantly put.

Since my retirement from paid employment, I must confess to a certain struggle against feelings of guilt caused by enforced inactivity, but I am pleased to report that I feel I am winning the battle.