Body Guangzhou time.
Head Yorkshire time.
Breakfast time?
Dinner time?
Whatever time.
Its always cup of tea time.
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Originally Posted by Derby Tup
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Body Guangzhou time.
Head Yorkshire time.
Breakfast time?
Dinner time?
Whatever time.
Its always cup of tea time.
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Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I love Scroobius Pip, ever since I heard this:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KnGNOiFll4
Would be good to go see if you're in the area.
:cool:
That sounds fantastic. I love BZ. Another time perhaps.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I was at college in London and should have gone to way much more stuff like this. I just spent every weekend heading for the hills.
This relates very nicely to "The Mythical Spirit" thread on the General forum.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
The brief was:
"The FRA is 40 years old next year. Since this forum started there has been a lot of talk about the 'spirit of fellrunning'. What is this spirit of which they talk? It is certainly not the spirit that immediate members of my family see from well over 35 years in the sport. The sport has changed, unfortunately due to modern life it cannot be as free spirited as it once was. Alot of people want things now, they need to know what they are doing in 3, 4 ,5 months time. Massive pre-entry is not in the old spirit but maybe there is a new spirit."
I don't think you could sum up the mythical spirit any better :)
I wonder if this thread is ready for charles Bukowski.....????????:D, little bit dark like etc etc
Eulogy to One Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.
Charles Bukowski
i think this is beautiful in a rather macabre way....well it sure aint robert frost !
Thanks for you kind words Stevie. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stevie
Bloody hell! The little hairs on the back of my neck are tingling after reading that very moving verse - gulp - always a marker for an excellent, evocative, poem. Thanks Freckle. Anymore of the same ilk?Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
PS. Why is the A in At a capital? Was that a typo, or am I missing something obvious (again)?
One of my favourites by the Bard of Salford, John Cooper Clarke. I've seen him several times live and if you like him and get chance to see him, go as you'll love him. Sharp and very very funny :cool:
fasten your seatbelts says a voice
inside the plane you can't hear no noise
engines made by rolls royce
take your choice
...make mine majorca
check out the parachutes
can't be found
alert those passengers
they'll be drowned
a friendly mug says "settle down"
when i came round i was gagged and bound
...for Majorca
and the eyes caress
the neat hostess
her unapproachable flip finesse
i found the meaning of the word excess
they've got little bags if you wanna make a mess
i fancied Cuba but it cost me less
...to Majorca
(Whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue mediteranean)
they packed us into the white hotel
you could still smell the polycell
wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells
the waiter smelled of fake Chanel
Gaulois... Garlic as well
says if i like... i can call him "Miguel"
...well really
i got drunk with another fella
who'd just brought up a previous paella
he wanted a fight but said they were yella'
...in Majorca
the guitars rang and the castinets clicked
the dancer's stamped and the dancer's kicked
it's likely if you sang in the street you'd be nicked
the double diamond flowed like sick
mother's pride, tortilla and chips
pneumatic drills when you try to kip
...in Majorca
a stomach infection put me in the shade
must have been something in the lemonade
but by the balls of franco i paid
had to pawn my bucket and spade
next year I'll take the international brigade
...to Majorca
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Originally Posted by Mossdog
Moss Dog, this is really meaningful and I like it a lot. I love the last line...I feel that way too. Finding out what is important in life, feeling in harmony with nature but also in awe and putting humanity back into perspective.