THE BRITISH THREAD II

Interesting that, Spendy.
George Elliot (Mary Anne Evans) did it to get published.
These women did it for...not exactly the opposite reason, but you're right, it was a crime unbefitting the recipient of £200,000 p.a. of public monies.

What should happen to them now? I see they're denying it.

I've no idea what you guys are talking about, but since you guys need a couple bumps due to the "new page" bug, I'll give you your first bump (and show off by demonstrating my ability to see and reply despite your post currently being "unavailable" ).

Carry on.

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I don't know. The whole situation seems out of control to me.

I see from my Ceefax this morning that the Japanese have successfully cloned a mouse from a single drop of blood.

Where will it all lead? 1000 Wayne Rooneys to order? Roger Federers? Kim Kardashians? Daley Thompsons? Cassius Clays?

I've just read on the BBC-website that Cameron's election is not valid.









Oops, misread that. It's on the sport pages and actually says Cameroon elections 'not valid'

I'm not surprised.

He was born in Hawaii.

I had a bit of a macaroon today. I couldn't manage a whole one.

Does anyone remember the TV adverts for Lees' Macaroon Bars we used to see in the 1960s?

Lee’s, Lee’s,
More, if you please,
Scores of us beg on our bended knees,
For piccaninnies and grandpapas
It’s Lee’s for luscious macaroon bars!

I'd thought it to be as "good" as the one from Kit-Kat ... (Reminds me now of all those commercials I've seen on ITV-Southern and Grampian.... )

Well done, Walter.

They don't write lyrics like that these days.

And I always thought it was "... It's Lees' delicious macaroon bars", but you could well be right.

Nostalgia ain't what it used to be...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0pXyuzcA4c

(I couldn't find the Lees one )

My all time favourite:
Domestos kills all known germs dead!

And this is from the very first tv-advert I've seen in England:
Quosh for flavour — Quosh for fun,
the party drink for everyone.
Orange (orange) lemon (lemon) — bitter lemon too!
It’s the capital taste with the capital Q —
(Q-be-dooby-doo)
It’s Quosh!
I must admit that I even didn't like it when served as lager lime.

I don't watch tennis with any degree of attention but due to circumstances outside my control it is often on my television appliance at this time of year.

I just saw Laura Robson smash a winning cross-court forehand which left her Columbian opponent stranded.

Having recently read Mansfield Park I naturally thought that Laura would rush to the other side of the net and fall upon the neck of the other girl sobbing profuse apologies as Fanny Price would undoubtedly have done.

Instead she clenched her fist and punched the air as the crowd roared their approval and waved their little Union Jacks so furiously as to render themselves immune from all criticism.

What have we done to our ladies?

One has to remember that Fanny brought that rich, clever and notorious rake and debauchee, Henry Crawford, the owner of Everingham, his country seat, to his knees at her feet and was refused despite her poverty and the considerable pressure exerted on her to accept him.



It is a profound error of judgement to think that Fanny Price is an anachronism in 2013. She is alive and well as I know from experience. Except on television of course which has bent all our souls out of shape.

Scotsman Andy Murray was crashing out of Wimbledon after two sets, but battling Briton Murray won through in five- for ENGLAND!

He looked a bit too knackered to be thinking of playing Djokovic though, should he get that far.

The regimentation of the ball boys and girls gets on my wick. I couldn't sit in that arena and see that ****. They are towel racks as well.

I've seen Joe Hart run to the corner flag to fetch the ball for a goal kick and I've seen England cricket captains run to the boundary from the slips to get it.

Where do we stand on Brian O'Driscoll? Is Warren Gatland right to leave him right out of it? Are the centres fit enough? Have we got the right replacements for the bench without O'Driscoll?
This team has got so many Welshmen in it, the match is going to resemble the battle of Rourke's Drift.
And Stanley Baker and Michael Cain are not available for selection.

Up the Taffs!

I don't follow rugby Taggers. I prefer games which have a place for chaps with a far wider range of physical characteristics than is the case for rugby. Tennis is looking a bit standardised too.

I couldn't put a face to either of the players you mention.

I know flat race jockeys are required to be within narrow limits but that is for aesthetic reasons and nothing to do with racing horses which could just as easily be done with heavier riders if it didn't involve a considerable loss of grace.

My favourite part of a great flat race is when the camera follows the winner's jockey pulling it up. What Stubbs would have given to see that at Glorious Goodwood on a 47 inch HD screen. He might well have wept though.

I love watching the Pelaton swallow up the breakaway group, one by one, which has been "up the road" by 10 minutes an hour earlier. From the camera car in front it looks like a monster gobbling its prey. A giant lizard. Especially on the flat road near the end when you have been thinking for most of that hour that they might escape. Which I have seen them do.

And I love the view of France which Eurosport so expertly show us. Montpellier looked wonderful today. I hope it is. We were shown on the approach to the town the hinterland from which it derives its living. Probably entirely 100 years ago.

It's a geography lesson without compare. And there's history in it. The coverage of the Tour de France has more followers for the scenery and sights than for the cycling. It is a major television achievement. That is what television is for. All that shite generated inside its own sweaty box is not worth a blow on a ragman's snot-rag.

Sport will civilise the world.

One probably dead, the other lives in a flat by the Thames.
You must be the only Briton who can't put a face to Michael Caine. Maybe the voice would help.
And the reference, which I must admit I was quite pleased with but I see I was wasting my time, was to the quite famous film "Zulu".

Let's hope Warren Gatland has got it monumentally wrong! No BOD - no hope!? I thought it was 'In BOD we trust'!

Huge buzz around here - I'm going into the city tomorrow just to see that huge expanse of red bellies!

Just over 24 hours to go - should be a bloody ripper match - which I can watch in the comfort of my lounge room - tickets are non-existent, just about!

Go the WOBBLIES!