Originally posted by EdgeleyRob
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A classic pairing, as Caliban says - hours of delight therein
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Tallulah invited a pretty young assistant stage manager up to her apartment one evening and made a pass at her. The young lady was embarrassed, and said " Miss Bankhead, may I be frank? " " No dear you'll me May, I'll be Frank "
You can't beat the old ones !Comment
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Originally posted by Ferretfancy View Post
There'll be complaints, Ferret
Already I can hear a counterpane being thrown back in a 'burb of Bristol, feet being thrust into trusty mules ...
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Does one deduce that you are an Argos regular then, vinsanto?Originally posted by vinteuil View Posthmmm. I have to say - that were I a bog reader - Am's choices have the edge on Rob's.
Sorry, Rob. I just don't 'get' Vaughan Williams. Or indeed "English Music" more generally...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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As I don't have a freezer, pea-eating is restricted to the summer months when I pick them from my back garden.Originally posted by amateur51 View PostWhere would you keep your frozen peas, french frank?
New readers: there's a story here but wild horses etc
[A more accurate answer, of course, is that I do have a freezer but it is not connected to a power source, has had the door removed and I keep my fresh vegetables in the trays]
I can't contribute to this thread on-topically, but having inadvertently left the house on Thursday afternoon without my usual pocket volume for reading while travelling on the bus, waiting to be served in the Café Rouge, in the concert interval &c, I called into the jumbly bookshop(s) in St Nick's market and emerged with The Expedition of Humphry Clinker (somewhat pricey, I thought, at £3.50 - would've been £2 in the neighbourhood).It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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But Smollett is always such a good companion at whatever costOriginally posted by french frank View Post
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o, I do hope you enjoy Humphry Clinker - haven't looked at it since my student days forty years ago - but - as I recall it was the best of all the Smolletts - (tho' I did like Travels Thro' France and Italy..., ) - and - if I recall aright - they do visit - Bristol...Originally posted by french frank View PostComment
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What perfectly trained bowels you have 3VS, to "perform" exactly on time....Originally posted by 3rd Viennese School View PostI normally dont read on the throne. I listen to Radio 3 Performance on 3 on my personal radio.
Which, if you think about it, is rather apt considering what they have been playing the last 2 weeks!
3VS
K.
PS. My friend always referred to the reading selection in the smallest room as the "crapper pile".
"Let me have my own way in exactly everything, and a sunnier and more pleasant creature does not exist." Thomas CarlyleComment
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I fear I may be having a hallocinogetic flashback. I recall french frank hanging her frozen peas out on the washing line, last Christmas? And we wondered, did you peg them individually, pea by pea on a frozen whirligig or merely lynched Captn. Birdseye? Honestly, I swear this happened in Bristol!Originally posted by french frank View PostComment
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No, no, NO. I bought an over large packet of peas (the super mercats don't seem to sell small ones) because I wanted some peas for a kedgeree. As it was during the perishing cold weather when the temperature barely rose above freezing for weeks, I tied the packet on the outside tap by the kitchen door.Originally posted by Anna View Post
At which point the weather suddenly warmed up.
Yes, indeed, vinteuil, I was pleased to find myself transported at once to the Wess Vinglun - Clifton, even, which, though I wouldn't aspire to live in those superior parts these days, I know pretty well.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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Vindicated. My Memories. Frenchie hung up her peas for the sake of some some smoked haddock. Oh, love her.
Not a lot of people would do that.
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One could read or write graffiti.
Following Lord Byron:
O Cloacina, Goddess of this place,
Look on thy suppliants with a smiling face.
Soft, yet cohesive let their offerings flow,
Not rashly swift nor insolently slow.Comment
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