All Is Secure ...

[owdun]

Here lie Willie Michie's banes;
O Satan, when ye tak him,
Gie him the schoolin' of your weans,
For clever deils he'll mak them!
[Epitaph on a Schoolmaster]

One for you, Loz, Rabbie of course.


Aye Owdun

[owdun]

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
[Tam o' Shanter, 105]

Thought you were still in your youth,babe.


Aye Owdun.

[harry hackedoff]

....takes me back to my youth

What`s the youth`s name

[Sisyphus]

Pheww, Well done JR!

Thank God we're back to normal!

For a moment there I thought we were on the slide to respectability and intelligent input!

[Sisyphus]

Oops! Just noticed your post was on 6 Nov, JR!! I've been away for 7 weeks, dontcha know. It's the sun! Well, to be honest, at £3.50 a litre of vodka, £4.50 a litre of Grants etc.... it's probably down to the booze.

Another 50,000,000 brain cells destroyed!

[harry hackedoff]

Sober up, big guy hope you had a good jolly with Mrs Sis You can find some killer versions of the Sangria recipe on the net, btw


Loz, got any stuff from the doyen of Scottish Poetry, nonother than Billy McGonicle,

" Oh beautifull bridge o`er the sparkling river Tay,
Wot fell into the stream t`other day
If we`d`ve spent more cash
`Stead`ve trying t`be flash
The bastard`d wid still be standing here, today"
Now that`s plagiarism
Oaksters in giblets? Sounds nice. Is that Nouvelle Cuisine mate

[Tazzers]

Do you mind if I show some of this to some American friends of mine?

[Artist]

Tazzers

You can show it to the kin POPE ifen you want!

Sisyphus

How is Bognor Regis then? (So rich!)

Artist

[owdun]

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas, I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
[The Tay Bridge Disaster]

Let's all go mad eh.


Aye Owdun.

[harry hackedoff]

Kin mad already :crazyeyes: you lot.
I`m the only sane one here

[Guest]

You big romantic bastard, T

and now HH, one that should bring back memories, for JR and Owdun, tissues please!!

"THE PRESS GANG"


Here`s the tender coming
Pressing all the men
O, Dear honey
What shall we do then?
Here`s the tender coming
Off at shields bar
Here`s the tender coming
Full of men of war

Here`s the tender coming
Stealing of my dear
O, dear honey
They`ll ship you out of here
They`ll ship you foreign
For that is what it means
Here`s the tender coming
Full of Red Marines


Maybe fond memories for a few other of the more senior members of the forum.

[Wholley]

Tazzers,
You have American friends?
Tell all.
Wholley.

[Deniable_Operative]

Since there's some poetry going around...
---

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

T.S Eliot, 1925

[HFB]

....And here's my offering - penned shortly after my husband was blown up (S'ok - he's made of the toughest of stuffs and was on the mend in weeks) and lost a few good blokes in N.I. a few years back:

Natural wastage


It’s your morbid ambition to shoot someone dead,
Render them lifeless, a hole in the head.

But no justification for this kind of slaughter,
It’s the job of a “PARA” – making lives shorter.

So load up your weapon, take aim and fast,
Savour this murder, the moment wont last.

Now go for the trigger, your target’s in sight,
This one’s for the lads that we lost in the fight.

So go ahead soldier, make your day,

Take him out,

Waste him,

Blow the bastard away.

[Tazzers]

There was a young woman called Bright
Who could travel much faster than light
She left home one day in a relative way
And cam home the previous night.

Kat are you still annoyed with me or have I got the wrong Kat?