Got two for a shilling, with Flakes and Hundreds and thousands and sauce, where should I post the Nine Bob Note to.
apparently he lives in place called Anglia which doesn’t actually exist in UK?? tink about it tink about it before swallowing de doctored hook!
Oi,you-wind yer neck in!
Me ‘n’ spits,we’re mates,we are. I lent ‘im ten bob t’get the ice creams and all I’m askin’ [as his mate] is two pahnd ninteen ‘n’ sixpence 'apney in change,as 'is mate,see? Gor Blimey guvnor,I ain’t wunna them conmen what arks y’t’send munney to a prince in Ghana! I woon’t do that,don’t need to-coz my uvva mate juss 'appens to be KING of Anglia…altho, funnily enuff,he does 'appen t’be 'avvin a bit of bovver wiv cashflow. Got ‘is wedge all wrapped up in diamonds ‘n’ crahns ‘n’ monarchy stuff,see.
…So,if y’could see yer way t’lendin’ ‘im a few shekels,I’ll see to it y’get proper weighed-aht,likely wiv an estate,or a peerage,once his bitta bovva gets sorted…no messin’,honest!
Don’t be tempted Gumbudy, I had an Estate once, it did not have Capability, plus, no Fountain, No Avenue, No strategically placed Oaks, but WAS designed in the “New English Style”
think I prefer east anglia actually - got style!
Anglia is a car, God have Mercia!
Was it the Danes who coined the phrase “The only way is Wessex”
no I think they called it the Brain Dane!
EKTUELLEH,you disgusting little oiks,I was born in The Dengies.
Yes-PLEASE do make the ‘Dingies’ joke-never heard that one before.
However,one was,within a few days,taken back to mater’s lineal home,which was a tiny village named Saxa Vord,on the Shetland Isles,where one grew up punching puffins and leaping off the cliffs into the sea with ne’er a qualm regarding “ooh it’s cold”,along with other children of my generation. So,this ‘Wessex’ of which you speak,is known to we ‘Danes’ [we ain’t all danes-some of us is Nordic,innit] as the place King Wotsit legged it to,when we of Viking lineage came a-visitin’.
Chap’s an utter wimp-we only wanted to say hello…sigh.
One now resides on a tiny island of purest peace and tranqwooil…trankwill…tranqwilli…look,it’s QUIET,m’kay?!?
And by the way-I’ve just realised this macbook,what I am using for only the 3rd time since it arrived in May,has NO ‘pound-sign’ on it!
HMMPH…bloody colonials-y’just can’t trust the uppity sods.
It’s got a dollar sign -z’iff anyone’d ever use THAT,for Heaven’s [or in my case,Valhalla’s] sake…oh,well…just hafta hope it can speak Sony.
I must be the only person I know who doesn’t have an iPhone,so-we shall see. BUT-iff’n the damned thing doesn’t want to interface with the wall,it WILL learn t’speak Sony Xperia.
Jolly good-carry on,chaps…
is he speakin danish;norwegian or what iinit?
There was a y0ung fell0w from Wessex
Wh00 decided t0 v0te ‘stay in Brexit’
When they axed im what f0r, he said
It’s de luck of de draw
I can stay 0r do a quick exit?
It’s like the bloke said; ‘RACIST? ME?"
When asked to have immigrants to tea.
"Them wops frogs ‘n’ coons
will keep knickin’ the spoons;
it’s TRUFE MATE,I ain’t racist,SEE?!?
…and yet,when your child is in intense pain,weak,ill and unable to smile,then suddenly,that child gets the chance of the kidney transplant that will both change the quality of your child’s life AND ensure happy longevity - are you REALLY going to ask the colour of the skin it came from???
Yes it’s a strange old World Pug, people can be what they want to be when it suits them.
Now take the Danes for example.
“The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do
But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew
‘Yeh will in yer vikings’ said Brian Boru
And threw them back into the ocean”
From “The Sea Around Us” by The Ludlows. (1960’s Folk group)
Well we may have won that battle at Clontarf but we lost the war and in the words of that very famous and well known poet, I forget his name now “They became more Irish than the Irish themselves” and we all lived together happily ever after, well at least until the politicians took over, politicians have no race, they are the same greedy bastards no matter what country they rule.:-)
Yebbut, a few boats full of knackered geezers who’d been rowing non-stop for…well…quite a while,whilst munching on and sharing out whatever seagulls came close enough,IF they came close enough,AND having to take a dump over the side while their mates sort of…looked away…versus the population of a most indignant Ireland. Bit of a lost cause,really,Jem.
…and as for polititians-you have only to look at the footage of that love-struck little prat William Hague,getting a stiffy just by sniffing Margaret Thatcher’s handbag-and going on to become a millionaire merely by telling lies and being a crawling little snot-apart from all the expenses he claimed,which were OF COURSE all totally legitimate. No,mate,you’re right. Cro-Magnon/Palaeolithic man didn’t do politics,money accumulation,OR religion-and nobody of that time was ever condemned to Hades…hmm…makes one wonder…have we REALLY improved the world…
Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. 2 As people moved eastward,[a] they found a plain in Shinar[b] and settled there.
3 They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”
5 But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. 6 The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. 7 Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”
8 So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. 9 That is why it was called Babel[c]—because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
Innit?:shock:
So,this scattering…it had nothing t’do with all the bonking and procreating and reproducing and needing to find extra land t’grow crops ‘n’ build homes ‘n’…well…generally giving each other a bit of room,then? Plus,that babel wotsit…nothing t’do with those reproduced toddlers being born NOT in the locale of former generations and thus mispronouncing words and phrases,resulting in languages that are similar but not identical,then?
AH…that EXPLAINS it,bro. Mille grazie,as we Anglians say…
One day the Babybel will become mythical.
I think I’m due a little rant about now.
Did “Progress" begin after the Tower of Babel affair? We could babble on about Progress forever but what’s the point we all have our own notions on what it really is, just stop and consider for a moment.
Today both partners have to work to keep the Wolf from the door depriving the children of the constant presence of their Mothers, show me any figures you like and spell it anyway you like but to me that is definitely not progress. We no sooner have a cure for one disease than along comes a few more deadlier ones, like AIDS Ebola etc., you can now marry a fag but you can’t smoke one, I won’t go into the bailing out of the bankers and therefore putting unborn generations into hock for decades to come, to my mind a horrific crime, I thought progress meant folks would have more free time to enjoy themselves and they would be happier, now they have to work all the hours they can get on zero hours contracts, they don’t look happy to me, they look knackered, the unions have had their teeth removed years ago, all the old trades are dead now and apprentices are a thing of the past, the new generations are losing the art of doing things by hand and common sense is not encouraged, just do as the head eejit tells you to do or out you’ll go, people are becoming more like zombies.
No need for Libraries and books anymore so you will see them eventually disappear in the rush for more space. Isn’t it very much like putting all our eggs in the one basket? exactly what our forefathers told us never to do? But what would they know the shower of doddery old fashioned gits. God help us all when the power goes for good.
I feel better now.
good dose of laxatives and a flush down the loo would have been better surely?
but I agree the world does seem to have gone crazy and i am glad I am out in the ‘bush’ with me pipe and bourbon and sunsets - maybe i will eventually see the world explode and a new star will be born?
as I said I am spending a long long w/end with the lad and family - the old town doesn’t seem the same since rio tinto disappeared - shops are closed down and there is a dusty neglected look in places - but who am I just an old foggie!
I wouldn’t really stay if it wasn’t for the young fellow. must get back to the bush soon!
it does however how a feel of the ‘end times’ don’t you tink?:shock:
It very nearly is, relatively speaking.