Daz Madrigal
lounge lizard 
a Child of the Matrix
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Post by Daz Madrigal on Nov 12, 2009 17:31:22 GMT
Oh dear we've entered a time vacuum...Joggers is back! Even stranger QQR is still in existence.  |
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Post by nickcosmosonde on Nov 13, 2009 11:37:18 GMT
Cancer Ward
Alexander Solzhenitsyn.
Doctor: You've got cancer.
Hero: f*ck!
Doctor: You haven't got cancer.
Hero: Great! Let's f*ck!
Doctor: Why not? Life is short.
THE END
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Post by nickcosmosonde on Nov 13, 2009 11:49:21 GMT
Oliver Twist.
Charles Dickens.
Fagin: Ere, my liddle homeless orphan, come and steal for me and I'll give you food and a roof over your head and some pals to play with.
Oliver: All right, sounds like a good deal.
Mr.Brownlow: Ere, come and live with me instead, I'm rich.
Oliver: Good idea. It's dangerous around here with these ruffians.
THE END
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Post by nickcosmosonde on Nov 13, 2009 11:54:37 GMT
Animal Farm.
George Orwell.
Socialists are full of it.
THE END
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Post by nickcosmosonde on Nov 13, 2009 11:55:56 GMT
1984.
George Orwell.
No, I mean they're really full of it.
THE END
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Post by Pink Betty on Nov 13, 2009 15:46:40 GMT
chapter thirty-one ....delight at encountering a new fantastical theory. such as those of HS Bellamy.  |
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Post by Pink Betty on Nov 14, 2009 19:54:52 GMT
chapter thirty-two the delight of being 'a pampered slug'lying in a hot bath, smoking a pipe. |
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Daz Madrigal
lounge lizard
a Child of the Matrix
Posts: 11,120
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Post by Daz Madrigal on Nov 14, 2009 20:32:44 GMT
chapter thirty-two the delight of being 'a pampered slug'lying in a hot bath, smoking a pipe.Does he ever do any work this bloke? ........sounds like another benefits malingerer to me. |
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Post by purple joggers on Nov 14, 2009 23:24:38 GMT
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Post by Pink Betty on Nov 18, 2009 17:06:48 GMT
chapter thirty-three ...the re-discovery of 'a real bit of writing'. apparently this happened on the very morning he wrote this chapter: he wanted a book, any book, and his hand fell upon Tennyson's Idylls of the King, by jolly lucky chance the book obliged further by falling open at Merlin and Vivienne. and even luckier for us, he gives us a little quotette, . . . He was mute:
So dark a forethought roll'd about his brain,
As on a dull day in an Ocean cave
The blind wave feeling round his long sea-hall
In silence . . |
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Post by purple joggers on Nov 20, 2009 20:35:01 GMT
Really enjoying your resumes, Pink Betty, keep them up.
And don't skip the 'sky rockets in flight' chapter!
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 10:53:31 GMT
only just seen your post Joggers - i had thought i was boring everyone to tears.....but will try to do a few more
(i have to confess to being a bit side tracked by a game called Plants Vs. Zombies, plus various family crisises (or whatever the plural of crisis is).
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 10:59:37 GMT
chapter thirty-four delight in a sort of time travel facilitated by entering 'ancient and aromatic' woodlands. though you may be in the home counties of England.....the imagination can transport you...  |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 11:04:10 GMT
chapter thirty-five delight at answering back. (to my mind a rather petty delight, for which i can't be bothered to find a pic  ) |
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Post by Pink Betty on Dec 1, 2009 11:14:48 GMT
chapter thirty-six BLUFF manly talk .... old school swagger, with everyone pretending to be a Kippling character... a bit like messageboards   |
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