First talk of booze and look who pops up!Originally Posted by freckle
Eeee well you two...sounds like you need a propa geordie lass to take you our on the town and show yer some serious beverages...sod the wine wot about guiness with tia maria!!!can't have many of them b4 falling over in fits of giggles!.....will post some poetry soon honest....x
er..wot are you suggesting HHH?...I am a top fell running athlete whose body is a temple....Naaaaaaaaat!!!! (oh dear must remember this is not facebook and a quality social networking site! right off to find some poetry sharpish!!!!!)
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
W.B.Yeats
That's lovely Hes! I like it a lot...perhaps at the first meet we should all bring at least 3 drinking poems to be discussed whilst partaking?...after a run (ofcourse)...
here's one from Robert Burns
Scotch Drink
Gie him strong drink until he wink,
That's sinking in despair;
An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That's prest wi' grief and care;
There let him bouse, an' deep carouse,
Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An' minds his griefs no more.
I think the tone for this evening is set. Now where is that large glass......
Back at the house a bottle is found
and opened in honour of those who have drowned
While we who have not are stricken with guilt
and dutifully see that not one drop is spilt
We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death
We're drinking 'till none of our livers are left
We're winding our way down to the spirit store
We'll drink 'till we just can't drink any more
Raise your glasses high!
Drink the cellar dry!
Well bloody my nose and blacken my eye
If it ain't some young turk in search of a fight
And Shaunticles' chest is sagging with pride
for honour has yet to be satisfied
Well heaven be thanked we live in an age
where no man need bother except on the stage
With Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
and definitely not tonight...
I can still remember
when I was just a kid
I was free to do what I wanted to
but never ever did
And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget
Liberte Egalite Fraternite
For there's life in the old world yet
There'll always be an England
an Ireland and our France
A Lichtenstein and Finland
For we have only one chance
Then this young man with an unhealthy tan
puts a drink in my hand and says I understand
You're in search of a place to continue the chase
of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case
That you all come with me to my place by the sea
where the glasses shall be overflowing with free
alcoholic delights (and free love if you like)
For what point has this life if you can't realise your dreams?
Raise your glasses high!
And drink the town dry!
We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense
We'll drink 'till we start to see lovely pink elephants
Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside the threads of our pyjama legs
So don't shoot 'till you see the reds of our eyes
And an army of elephants marching behind
From the day I was born 'till the night I will die
All my lovers will be pink and elephantine!
(Neil Hannon / Divine Comedy again!)
HHH i love this poem especially the last line!!!! brilliant!...all my drinking tonight will have to be virtual as I have none in (oh the irony!!!!)...but who cares when we have words! ....nice one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFGFJMfBtlM
I'd forgotten how it started! Listen carefully.
Great idea about the meet Freckle and HHH, good choice, he is such a poet.
That's hilarious!
I've just got to the nice violins in the middle. Soon on to the mad end!That's hilarious!
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