Today's poet

[Nathaniel Lee]

Nice one Freckle. I know 1 in bloody 3 yikes.Have you ran or raced today . Did you see the Prisoner ?. Big fan of original.

[freckle]

Nice one Freckle. I know 1 in bloody 3 yikes.Have you ran or raced today . Did you see the Prisoner ?. Big fan of original.

HI ya Herakles...i ran last sunday at gisborough moors which is the same (ish) distanced as the AW but i think about half the gradient! i have been a bit remiss with running this week as i "recovered" but planning a long ish run tomorrow. Funny you should mention the Prisoner I have been out for a friends birthday tonight and that very programme was discussed, sounds cool I must watch it....are you doing AW? be great to see you there....

[Nathaniel Lee]

Yes i am indeed. Your photo on your page looks as if it's 1981 it's cool. Have you had some snecklifter tonight then or girlie drinks ?.

[freckle]

Yes i am indeed. Your photo on your page looks as if it's 1981 it's cool. Have you had some snecklifter tonight then or girlie drinks ?.

Sadly the wine bar we visited didn't do snecklifter so I opted for two glasses of fizzy italian plonk (so sophisticated!!!!)...anyhow I am so pleased you are doing the waltz thats made my day! and if I get the chance I'll take a photo of you and edit it in a similar way so that we can all look 1980s!....

right this tip top athlete needs to get some z's in...

nice chatting herakles
night

[Nathaniel Lee]

In the manner of Gene Hunt. Good night Frecky.

[XRunner]

Here is a poem for the romatics to respond:

Tell Me The Truth About Love
Some say love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go around,
Some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway guides.

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn't over there;
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

WH Auden

[Derby Tup]

forty five minutes
treadmill, bicycle, stepper
no Curlews, no fun

[freckle]

Here is a poem for the romatics to respond:

Tell Me The Truth About Love
Some say love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go around,
Some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.

Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway guides.

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.

I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn't over there;
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.

Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.

When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.

WH Auden

the more cynical might argue that love is merely a narcisstic extension of ourselves, that in loving another we are loving our self.....mmmmm i will contemplate a fuller response, good question!

[freckle]

forty five minutes
treadmill, bicycle, stepper
no Curlews, no fun

yes but your consistency will mean that you will enjoy the scenic runs when they happen i bet!

[Harry H Howgill]

forty five minutes
treadmill, bicycle, stepper
no Curlews, no fun

Try this...

http://www.wildsong.co.uk/index.html

Stick it on your mp3 player, close your eyes and you could be up on the moors.*

*closing your eyes whilst on a treadmill may result in serious injury! Bike and stepper ok though.