Today's poet

Thanks Mossy...upbeat would be good me thinks!!!! sorry to be a poetry misery! sure that will change soon, may look for some spike milligan or something! :-)

there you go......oh the irony..... tee hee !

so fair is he
So fair is she!
So fair her face
So fair her pulsing figure

Not so fair
The maniacal stare
Of a husband who's much bigger.
spike milligan

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Originally Posted by freckle

there you go......oh the irony..... tee hee !

so fair is he
So fair is she!
So fair her face
So fair her pulsing figure

Not so fair
The maniacal stare
Of a husband who's much bigger.
spike milligan

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Yes. Oh yes - that's the spirit F.:D

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Yes. Oh yes - that's the spirit F.:D

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why thank you mossy ;)......

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I'm a lesser spotted Hare these days I'll have you know.

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for the lesser spotted one......:)

Hare in the snow cresting
the run of winter, stretching
in liquid leaps over the hill,

then the wind turns, and
hare stands so still

he is a freeze of himself, fooling
the shadows into believing
he is one of them.

helen dunmore

And now for something a bit festive (if not festering:D)...

A Letter to Rudolph

Dear Husband, It is time that I must have my say,
I've taken your shit day after day.
I've kept the home peaceful year after year
Now there is going to be changes, so listen my dear.

So you're famous, everyone knows your name,
And you're a specialist by gum, in the transport game,
You think you're so grand with your important job.
But I'm telling you my dear you're a worn out old yob

363 days a year,
You sit on your arse drinking scotch, rum and beer,
You claim it is to keep up the shine on your nose
So Santa can see where he bloodywell goes.

One night a year is all that you work,
You and your eight reisty mates - they're all jerks.
Dasher and Dancer - Speed freaks I say,
The sleigh wouldn't go that quick any other way.
Prancer and Vixen - Just cheap little tarts,
But they look like angels once Comet starts.

Cupids on some freaked out damned power trip,
And Donner...well, she should just get a damned grip
And Blitzen, I almost don't need to say,
Is here getting blitzed with you every day.

All of these years at the front of the sled,
Has gone, I'm afraid, to your crusty old head.
You're a layabout and a drunkard, with a big shiny nose,
And a weakness for elves in black pantyhose.

I'm telling you husband that one Christmas song,
Has made you think that you can do no wrong.
So this year while your out with old Santa's sled,
I am eloping, my dear, with your friend - Mr. Ed

Denise Hobbs
:D:D

Evenin' one and all. Hope we all had a good day.

You are old, father William...

"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head
Do you think, at your age, it is right?

"In my youth," father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door
Pray what is the reason for that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment one shilling a box
Allow me to sell you a couple?"

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his fater, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs.

Lewis Carroll

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Originally Posted by freckle

for the lesser spotted one......:)

Hare in the snow cresting
the run of winter, stretching
in liquid leaps over the hill,

then the wind turns, and
hare stands so still

he is a freeze of himself, fooling
the shadows into believing
he is one of them.

helen dunmore

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Cheers Freckle, I like that, especially the liquid leaps. :)

Oh mossy...you are on form...i particularly like the following line...

And a weakness for elves in black pantyhose.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

And now for something a bit festive (if not festering)...

A Letter to Rudolph

Dear Husband, It is time that I must have my say,
I've taken your shit day after day.
I've kept the home peaceful year after year
Now there is going to be changes, so listen my dear.

So you're famous, everyone knows your name,
And you're a specialist by gum, in the transport game,
You think you're so grand with your important job.
But I'm telling you my dear you're a worn out old yob

363 days a year,
You sit on your arse drinking scotch, rum and beer,
You claim it is to keep up the shine on your nose
So Santa can see where he bloodywell goes.

One night a year is all that you work,
You and your eight reisty mates - they're all jerks.
Dasher and Dancer - Speed freaks I say,
The sleigh wouldn't go that quick any other way.
Prancer and Vixen - Just cheap little tarts,
But they look like angels once Comet starts.

Cupids on some freaked out damned power trip,
And Donner...well, she should just get a damned grip
And Blitzen, I almost don't need to say,
Is here getting blitzed with you every day.

All of these years at the front of the sled,
Has gone, I'm afraid, to your crusty old head.
You're a layabout and a drunkard, with a big shiny nose,
And a weakness for elves in black pantyhose.

I'm telling you husband that one Christmas song,
Has made you think that you can do no wrong.
So this year while your out with old Santa's sled,
I am eloping, my dear, with your friend - Mr. Ed

Denise Hobbs
:D

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Excellent. A weakness for elves in black pantyhose I like.

The line I mean, not the elves. :)

But now I think of it. ;):D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Evenin' one and all. Hope we all had a good day.

You are old, father William...

"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head
Do you think, at your age, it is right?

"In my youth," father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door
Pray what is the reason for that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment one shilling a box
Allow me to sell you a couple?"

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his fater, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs.

Lewis Carroll

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Awwwww HHH i really love this poem i have thought about posting it now for a while, this has cheered me! only the other week i sat in the very pub that lewis carroll penned alice in wonderland and apparently catherine cookson was concenceived there too! (blimey!).....:D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Evenin' one and all. Hope we all had a good day.

You are old, father William...

"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head
Do you think, at your age, it is right?

"In my youth," father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door
Pray what is the reason for that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment one shilling a box
Allow me to sell you a couple?"

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his fater, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs.

Lewis Carroll

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Like it. Father William clearly has guts, just like....

...Dandelions

Dandelions do not seem aware
That people really do not want them there.
At blossom time, they simply do their best,
With what they have, to venture forth well-dressed.
In sunny yellow frocks, they make the scene,
Convinced that they look great against the green.
And then in snowy tutus they will send
Their children dancing gaily on the wind.
I know some people think that I am nuts,
But I like dandelions; they got guts.

And I like people like the dandelion
Who sometimes fail, but not for lack of tryin',
Who do not question why it is they live,
But give the world the best they have to give.
Not asking praise or even toleration,
They do their thing according to their station.

Tad Lawson

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oh mossy...you are on form...i particularly like the following line...

And a weakness for elves in black pantyhose.

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Sorry Freckle - you got there ages before I did. I must be a slow reader!

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Originally Posted by freckle

Awwwww HHH i really love this poem i have thought about posting it now for a while, this has cheered me! only the other week i sat in the very pub that lewis carroll penned alice in wonderland and apparently catherine cookson was concenceived there too! (blimey!).....:D

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That must have been an interesting night that night!

Or were they on two different occasions?

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?


In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?


And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


1794

The only problem I have with this (and it is my problem) is that I can't help hearing a Brummie accent when he rhymes "eye" with "simmer-treye" :D

Evening all
Back from running club, waiting for daughter numer 4 to vacate the bath whilst number 3 practices the violin next to my ear. Life chez whippet.

Ivor Cutler

AN EXPERT

I looked at her

She grinned. Then, undoing a couple
of pearl buttons, with a neat shrug
she played her trump card.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)


The only problem I have with this (and it is my problem) is that I can't help hearing a Brummie accent when he rhymes "eye" with "simmer-treye" :D

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Cheers Harry - from now on, I will only ever hear this in the voice of Ozzy Osbourne!

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

Cheers Harry - from now on, I will only ever hear this in the voice of Ozzy Osbourne!

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Ha ha. Happy to help :D

yours

Harry Ha ha Happy to Help Howgill

Evening all...ready for an epic by Anne Sexton?

Courage
It is in the small things we see it.
The child's first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,
wallowing up the sidewalk.
The first spanking when your heart
went on a journey all alone.
When they called you crybaby
or poor or fatty or crazy
and made you into an alien,
you drank their acid
and concealed it.

Later,
if you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner,
you did it with only a hat to
comver your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
that you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
and died himself in so doing,
then his courage was not courage,
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.

Later,
if you have endured a great despair,
then you did it alone,
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
then wringing it out like a sock.
Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow,
you gave it a back rub
and then you covered it with a blanket
and after it had slept a while
it woke to the wings of the roses
and was transformed.

Later,
when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you'll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you'll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.

Here is an early poem about Winnats Pass:

Sullen and vast the Winyates fearful chasm
Yawns on the vale, as if an earthquake’s strength
Had spent itself in one convulsive spasm,
And then subsided – its tremendous length
Cleaving the hill’s deep heart from side to side
In jagged lines . . .
Array’d on either hand
Majestic images of beauty stand
In stately rows – a mimicry of tall
Cathedral, steeple, turret, castle - wall,
And frowning battlements, whose reeling height
Is such that mortals tremble at the sight

Thomas Barlow 1867

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Here is an early poem about Winnats Pass:

Sullen and vast the Winyates fearful chasm
Yawns on the vale, as if an earthquake’s strength
Had spent itself in one convulsive spasm,
And then subsided – its tremendous length
Cleaving the hill’s deep heart from side to side
In jagged lines . . .
Array’d on either hand
Majestic images of beauty stand
In stately rows – a mimicry of tall
Cathedral, steeple, turret, castle - wall,
And frowning battlements, whose reeling height
Is such that mortals tremble at the sight

Thomas Barlow 1867

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This is really uplifting x runner, i'd like to go there some day, thanks so much for posting

John Cooper Clarke 'New Assassin' just been on Gideon Coe :cool:

I've got a 10inch clear vinyl live album of his and it's brilliant (and apparently quite collectable).

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This is really uplifting x runner, i'd like to go there some day, thanks so much for posting

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Winnats Pass is a lovely spot. You really must get down there some time. I've driven it, ran it, walked it, cycled it and sledged it before now.

A lovely part of the world.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Winnats Pass is a lovely spot. You really must get down there some time. I've driven it, ran it, walked it, cycled it and sledged it before now.

A lovely part of the world.

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some day HHH some day! might take the little uns :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

some day HHH some day! might take the little uns :)

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They'd love it. There are loads of limestone caves to visit too. Even one with a boat.

And there is also lots of good running. :)

Castleton and Winnats would be a good day out for the junior freckles :cool: it was the standard school geography field trip from my area of the Midlands and it's fascinating

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Castleton and Winnats would be a good day out for the junior freckles :cool: it was the standard school geography field trip from my area of the Midlands and it's fascinating

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Ooo good thank you DT i'll bear that in mind! :)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Castleton and Winnats would be a good day out for the junior freckles :cool:

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They could visit this place:)

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Originally Posted by XRunner

They could visit this place:)

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I guessed what the link was without looking at it ;)

Was down in that part of the Peak on Sunday for Tanky's. A wonderful area :cool:

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Originally Posted by XRunner

They could visit this place:)

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Ooo thank you looks v good :)

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Originally Posted by XRunner

They could visit this place:)

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Brilliant :D

I'm astounded at your knowledge of arses of the Midlands!

Mmmmm who is darker than plath?....why hughes of course!!!! (at times)...but not necessarily in this one...!!!!

Lovesong

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I guessed what the link was without looking at it ;)

Was down in that part of the Peak on Sunday for Tanky's. A wonderful area :cool:

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Yep - a canny looking arse.
And DT - i also have the see-through vinyl John Cooper Clarke 10" disc. Beasley Street, Gimmix, Gaberdeen Angus, Twat, Majorca and the Bronze Adonis, Kung Fu international & probably more. I particularly like his put-down to a heckler "I can't hear you, mate, your mouth's full of shit!".

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Originally Posted by freckle

Mmmmm who is darker than plath?....why hughes of course!!!! (at times)...but not necessarily in this one...!!!!

Lovesong

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

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Wowee. That's kind of intense.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Wowee. That's kind of intense.

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Yup!....that ted hughes he was a right one! boy would i have liked to have met him..............:eek:.....ahem......;)

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And DT - i also have the see-through vinyl John Cooper Clarke 10" disc. Beasley Street, Gimmix, Gaberdeen Angus, Twat, Majorca and the Bronze Adonis, Kung Fu international & probably more. I particularly like his put-down to a heckler "I can't hear you, mate, your mouth's full of shit!".

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I've seen him live three or four times and he's brilliant and very funny. 'I was going to read you some of Tennyson's stuff tonight, but why should I, he never read any of mine!' :cool:

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I've seen him live three or four times and he's brilliant and very funny. 'I was going to read you some of Tennyson's stuff tonight, but why should I, he never read any of mine!' :cool:

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he is doing a gig at york on jan 22nd...see below...

http://www.seetickets.com/see/price....lg&code=410401

i might see if i can make it, although it might drive me a bit potty if this is anything to go by...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGWhj...eature=related

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Originally Posted by freckle

he is doing a gig at york on jan 22nd...see below...

http://www.seetickets.com/see/price....lg&code=410401

i might see if i can make it

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Wonder if we could have our FPS vests ready in time :cool:....:eek:

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Brilliant :D

I'm astounded at your knowledge!

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Try reading the epic 20,000 line poem:-

The Twelve Parts of Derbyshire by Edward Boaden Thomas

There are copies on Ebay and ABE

I have a first edition (all four volumes) leather bound presentation copy
with a personal dedication by the author.

Fifteen quid :eek: Frank Sidebottom :cool: Looks like a good do!