THE BRITISH THREAD II

Oh, you guys!

And why does no-one reply to my posts?

One of the reasons Mac is that you posts often raise matters for which any sensible response takes up some time.

Your post about not "liking" snooker, and horseracing for example. I was going to respond to that but it got sidelined due to other stuff. It wouldn't have took too much time.

Another reason is that you get mad when a response is not approved by you.

It was the same with you accusing a copper of cowardice and also the KGB guy buying the ES.

And I did reply to your MP's expenses post. A one liner was suitable for that.

And I've replied to your last one.

I'm used to not being responded to.

This thread has dwindled somewhat recently.

Did you forget you owe me some money?
You lost the bet you made with me, or have you forgotten that?

What do you expect Queenie when you only ever come on to say how much the thread has dwindled?

Everytime I try to engage you in an interesting discussion you bolt out of the door.

Mac- when I said earlier that-



I meant "would" and not "wouldn't".

I was in a hurry. I know that's ridiculous because "wouldn't" is three keys longer than "would" but that's life.

Do I? Well it wasn't intentional. Maybe it's the premise that I would rather say nothing at all than spout crap and look silly.

You should never worry about trivialities like that Queenie. I don't.

It's your pride.

Well my goodness. I didn't accuse the off-duty copper in the Macdonald's restaurant of cowardice of course- I was commenting on the awful clunkyness of his explanation:

"When I shouted at him, the accused drew a large knife and I formed the opinion that to tackle him could be detrimental to the health and safety of myself", or words very much to that effect.

I'm sure he is a brave man, as well as a wise one.

Hmm.

There was one thing I wanted to ask you, spendy, if you don't mind. I had a vague recollection of you saying you were in the army once. Was it through choice?

No he was conscripted. Royal Snipers.

well I've been cleaning my new bike again, sad old git though I am

http://www.fredbakercycles.co.uk/674/TREK-1-5-road-bike.html?referrer=froogle

BUT its a work of art
and precision engineering
employs the best materials science
is a piece of sporting equipment
and goes like **** off the proverbial shovel



and most of all I LIKE IT.

V.C and Bar, V.D. and scar.

We are all conscripted in one way or another to serve the blind forces of destiny. Mac has been conscripted to ride the big airplane so that places like Heathrow can thrive and expand. Steve so that bikeshops can prosper and the High Street thrum with activity to the cheerie ringing of the cash tills. Even Queenie herself has been conscripted to help to keep the Art's Council money flowing through the arteries of wine shops and discos and cheap eateries.

Driving the rents up. It's a giant ponzi. One vast sub-prime. You've consumed most of the seed corn. We all hope it's only most.

There was a Sachma programme on Sky Arts about Turner. The blind forces of destiny are depicted in it. Not the real thing though. His programme on Bernini was a stunner. You should check his stuff out Queenie. I don't care who laughs at him.

Prince Charles visited a hospital in Glasgow, and went with the manager on a tour round one of the wards to see how the patients were getting on.

He went up to the first bed, and said to the man there, "And where do you come from?"

And the man said "We twa hae rin aboot the braes- God's blessing on your frosty pow"

And at the next bed, he asked how the patient was feeling, and the man said, "The rank is but the guinea stamp- the man's the gowd, for a' that."

Hurring on but undaunted, in answer to his similar enquiry at the next bed, the patient there said, "It's coming yet, for a' that, that man to man the world o'er, shall brithers be. Let's tak' a richt guid willie waucht for auld lang syne"

-"My goodness", he said outside to the manager, "you should have warned me you were taking me round the psychiatric ward."

-"Oh it's not the psychiatric ward, sir", replied the manager, "it's the Serious Burns Unit."

Very good Mac.

See- I responded. And all I got from you was the ignores and that after you coming on whinging about nobody responding to yours and I had responded to two of your's and now this one.

Get a bloody grip man.

I knew a guy who organised Burns Nights on the great man's anniversaries. He was stark staring nuts. Held a high position in local life too. He made Haggis for the buffet after the dreadful sound ceased. I tried it. I didn't swallow it though.

It was a good pun I'll admit. But puns are low caste literary taste. And all the better for it.

Ah, thank you, Spendy.

The only posts of yours I don't respond to are the ones I don't understand. And the rhetorical ones of course.

We're gearing up here for a big Burns Night belly-buster tomorrow. We've got the neeps and tatties in, and the haggis are all corralled, ready for the slaughter.

I had had haggis once in Aviemore, a long ago, served by the former pipe major of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards.

Very similar

The joke amused them in the pub Mac. Quite a lot actually.

Excellent joke McT. Made me laugh anyway. And mrs Steve41bike. Speaking of which have a very happy and not at all serious burns conflagration.

Did you see Tottenham yesterday? Utd settled for a 2 1 win, and Spurs settled for a 1 2 loss. Pathetic. Although I can understand running after a football is hard work for the poor little dears. What a contrast with Tevez eh?

Had breakfast this morning in the Blue Egg cafe near Great Bardfield. Got there soaked and knackered. Got back (just) extra soaked. And barely alive. I took the Kettler (Tirpitz as it is known locally, being a German machine and weighing as much as a battleship) plus an entirely inappropriate choice of wet/cold/wind weather clothing. Yuk. Anywhoo I survived and a reviving shot of Gluwein in my Dortmund Christmas market mug has made the 55 miles of hell seem worth while (NOT).