Another nail in the coffin of UK Ltd

[teamsaint]

Time I think to re-introduce you to our scorer the undelightful Samantha:

"When one of the Camerons’ neighbours once idly commented to Samantha that the removal trucks could soon be pulling up to take them to No10, she is reported to have replied: ‘I ****ing hope not." (Daily Mail 23 May 2010)

Ah, the elegance, the dignity, the refinement....warms the crockles of your heart......

Posh french origin type folks actually invented swearing. You know, "excuse my french". All of our aristocracy like Dave are pretty much french, or Norman.
They ain't no different to you and me, LT1, apart from richer.
I save my swearing for referees on a saturday afternoon , though.

[Lateralthinking1]

Generally, I don't, other than occasionally in writing. I was sort of swearing-abstinent for nearly 50 years until a momentous day last autumn when I swore continuously for an hour and a half.

Swearing in others is fine as long as it is in swearing places. A bit like applying the right sauce to a meal. I want the Establishment to be slightly above the Church when it comes to swearing. I know it isn't but I expect it. It is what I require of it.

[amateur51]

Alan Bennett having a go at being 'sweary'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owEi9RIIA0g&feature=related

[Lateralthinking1]

I've got the collected poems of Larkin somewhere but politically he was rather awry. In recent years e e cummings has been the main poet for me. Motion I think is underrated.

I digress. Yes, Bennett is Establishment but it isn't that kind of Establishment where it is an issue at all. It is about sensitivity in the political Establishment. How absurd to even think of it.

But it tends to say to me double standards and "couldn't give a toss". We all pay for them and they should recognise that with some humility.

(Sorry, a bit overly serious here on what I know was a light-hearted post!)

[Lateralthinking1]

This one is quite a challenge -

'pity this busy monster, manunkind'

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go

e e cummings

[greenilex]

yes

Don't care if I do Dai Owen gilt - nor if you all do likewise

[amateur51]

This one is quite a challenge -

'pity this busy monster, manunkind'

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go

e e cummings

Is 'manunkind' a reference to one of the great North-Western soccer teams

Clever poem