I’d say English is one of the toughest languages to learn if you weren’t born to it, and new words are being added everyday, well it sort of balances out because there are many old words we don’t use today.
Anyway I make a balls of it most the time, who cares if your not wearing your Oxford tie everyday.
Heres an interesting fact. I wonder what the point 8 of a word is?
“The number of words in the English language is: 1,025,109.8. This is the estimate by the Global Language Monitor on January 1, 2014. The English Language passed the Million Word threshold on June 10, 2009 at 10:22 a.m. (GMT). The Millionth Word was the controversial 'Web 2.0′.Jun 10, 2009”
Yes indeed RJ, funerals bring out all sorts of skeletons and dead men/women tell no tales (thank God, says Uncle Vivian)
I remember when my great Uncle Davy died in Arizona and his remains were brought home to be interned in the old graveyard in Ballyhooley, he was 95 when he kicked it and was always very friendly with the native Navajo’s while he was there, several jet black haired bronzed young folks were gathered together down the back of the small church, I believe one of them was named Tom O’Hawk, the locals of Ballyhooley had never seen such people before and the gossipers had ammunition for years afterwards, much to the disgust of my older family members, mutterings were heard in the grandmothers house for quite some time “What was the dirty old git up to over in that pagan land?” and some such, however no answers were ever found, I was a mere boy back then in the early 1950’s, we will never know what our ancesters got up to will we.
well my grandfather [maternal] managed a bottle shop in inner London just around the corner from the great tannery - you needed a strong drink to walk past it! He decided one day to do a bunk with the cash in hand and took off with the family to Portsmouth and started a stage act with the kids taking part. they never seemed to have caught up with him - no national surveillance systems then and he finally settled in Liverpool, where I come in. As a young lad in London he was a mail delivery boy and started opening up the letters with postal orders inside, and got thrown in the debtors prison for that little lot - my grandmother his daughter had 13 kids who all seemed to grow up honorable citizens??
I’ve nicked a few biros from work but never got sent down for that!
Ok-changing the subject entirely [NOT about to discuss the forebears!]
…this tennis stuff. Ok,Yes Dear is yelling at the screen and is glued to every swing of the tennis bats;she has her favourites and her "Hmmph-HIM!"s and is giving me a fkng [unwanted]commentary,as that DEAR lady just can’t get the hang of anyone not living for tennis. But,in the [very] brief moments I’ve been subjected to,one thing stands out and is a constant,no matter WHO is playing whom,for how much,or where… ready?
WHY,can’t those prats just throw a ball up and whack it?
WHY does every single bloody ball any player anywhere handle,have to be bounced for twenty minutes before they actually HIT the fkin thing??? Anyone for bouncing a tiny ball for ages?
the "dear lady " is not as dumb as supposed dear pugnacious!! Have you not heard of the curious rubber ball equation??
Number of ball bounces X surrounding court temperature + ambient heat of court + flash heat momentum of racket + final heat transfer of final opponent court contact = 120 miles per hr flash past = winning point? so put that up ya tennis shorts and feel the heat baby!
From flouncing to bouncing, and all on the same forum, how’s that for variety. Yes I agree with you Pug, I think it’s all part of the ritual, and do they actually drink Robinson’s squash? what fun!, like the fellas playing cricket and rubbing the ball off their clean white trousers, and footballers spitting, no need for it but they do it anyway. I sympathise with your suffering and wish they would just get on with it, thankfully Philistine hates tennis so we don’t have it on. I’m not fond of bouncing ball games, now if balls had legs one could have a race with them but they haven’t so I’m not a ball man atall, in fact if all the balls in the world were to disappear overnight it wouldn’t bother me in the least.
I had a feeling there might be some technical explanation for all that bouncing before hitting Gumbud, fair play to you for finding it…
See all that? Ok…I’ll accept the premise of momentum…BUT;
The vulcanisation procedure allows for deformation of the spheroidal structure upon impact. THIS,in turn,causes emulgation of directional accuracy when impacted into flight. [as opposed to being launched] PLUS gives a deconstructional imposition to the intended,as opposed to the operational,speed of the ball,because oppositional gravitational forces are at work on it at the moment of impaction into aforementioned trajectory. Add to the equation the ‘spring’ in the taughtness of the racket used to impact the ball into a quadratically obverse trajectory to the gravitational pull,plus the circular ‘swinging’ of the racket at the moment of impact upon the spheroid,all amalgamate to make any chosen direction of flight a plausible rather than a definitive one. Ergo,so many balls ending in the net,or in the ‘out!’ areas of the court. Directional stability and speed of trajectorial flight is still,even in this modern scientific time,subject to the vagaries of air moisture,accumulated off-centre weight due to handling or over-enthusiastic bouncing,racket-string tension dis-uniformities AND internally generated preclusions in the melton fabric covering the ball. So…oppositional subjugation of flight,plus spheroidal deformational pressures on impact,added to inversive heat caused by non-linear acceleration all come together to prove the Euclidean equasion of acceleration being in-and-of itself,a force which can and does alter dimensional velocities in both shape AND weight of an object. So…HA!
Yes…so you understand therefore,that gravity requires both direction and velocity [read ‘vector’] to sustain momentum. Now…add sudden and impactional Euclidean quadratic CHANGE in that directional velocity,imposed via non-linear forceful collision with a solid object moving at high speed in a non-aligned direction…and thereby distorting momentarily both the shape of the original object,plus a momentary mis-alignment of it’s vectoral momentum. THIS then becomes the cause of a change in both the gravitational weight of the object and the primary impulsion into accelerated re-direction of directed momentum. Ergo-had that apple collided with a moving object on it’s way down,it’s vector would have altered and the result would have been for Newton to observe impact-alteration of it’s course and speed.
Thus proving mid-flight impact with/by a solid body moving in a tangentially opposed trajectory can and usually does,cause radical alteration in both vector and speed of the original object.
We’ll let Jem settle this…Speak up,Jem!
Well…he could have at LEAST invented the “C U Jimmy!”
…or the “On mah heed,pal!”
…and,when one takes a moment to think of the ISS,with it’s falling-speed matched exactly and precisely to it’s forward angular momentum,well,suddenly,being famous for watching an apple dropping from a tree,seems somewhat bereft of glamour. Still - I dunno nuffink.
So Messers Newton,Euclides,Copernicus et-al,have the win.
This is all mind boggling stuff to me Pug, it’s been a long time since a solid body moving in a tangentially opposed trajectory approached me, especially a female one, if it did I would react on instinct and run, as I did when I was a youth and asked by an over enthusiastic solid body to lie on the grass, but that’s another story.
Anyway it’s like I always said it’s all the blempt of the Apple, nothing but misery for man since the very first bite.
as I recall the scriptures; didn’t God take all the fun out of SEX and created Eve from Adams rib - which I suppose could be seen as an ERECT TIN in some ways.
Yebbut-Adam,ariving fully grown,circa 40y/o…wondering “WTF!”
So-ok,he accepts it…gets on with it…one day wakes up with a pain in his side and a fully-grown woman staring at him. Hmm…ok,in the words of that immortal song, “Let’s get it on”…result,Cain,Abel & Seth,of whom we know little,plus apparently various offspring of lesser importance-some of whom were female. Ok-go with it-then Abel offers a,well,offering to God-a lamb…Cain thinks,“Sod that-I’m not being left out”-and offers some crops.
Abel’s offering accepted,Cain’s not so favoured…BIG huff,splats his bro with a rock. THAT pisses off the Big Guy-who evicts him from the G of E. Cain gets huff,goes to Nod,has a son via his wife/sister [ahem] names the place Enoch after his son. [with me so far?] Now…Seth,well,he declines the limelight,so not much known,other than he fathered many offspring,dying at 912 years old! [stone the crows…getting his leg over at 912! No WONDER he died!] Right-now according to Genesis 5.5,Adam lived to be 930 years old. Now,[stay with it-this is the good bit…honest],Josephus tells us Adam & Eve had in total 33 sons & 23 daughters,each born 7 years apart. Which means Eve [poor ol’ gal] was pregnant for 350 of her 912 years-but didn’t START pumping 'em out until she was almost 70 years old!
Blimey-& YOU thought your gimp-mask & browsing history was kinky!
