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Anna
I will ignore that. (Wot's a Fernet Branca, some poncey stuff for Londoners with an hangover? ) I can only think of Jack Pudding. Not a lot of you will have heard of it. So, us in the Provinces, can hold our heads high by being more obscure than you metrosexuals!
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Originally posted by Norfolk Born View PostI sometimes wonder whether caliban wasn't the original inspiration for Rumpole of the Bailey, such are the wit and erudition of his contributions.
Is is Pie, like Pie Jesu and that thingy in Rossini, magpie? No, probably not, I have to go shortly.
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Originally posted by Norfolk Born View PostI sometimes wonder whether caliban wasn't the original inspiration for Rumpole of the Bailey, such are the wit and erudition of his contributions.
Anna seems to have nailed this one... (Oh pur-leeeze!!! )"...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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Originally posted by Flay View PostI'm eating humble pie. But I need to know how you got to the answer.
Edit: I was more pleased with me Henze post, I think that shows obscurity and, somehow, a certain, je ne sais quois in confounding people.Last edited by Guest; 02-12-11, 18:35.
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Originally posted by Flay View PostGosh, your first reply is scaring me, Caliban
But it obviously wasn't the answer! Just getting carried away, really!"...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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Originally posted by Flay View PostBut you did mention a certain seasonal delicious pie.....
So Mince Pie is no. 4?! GOT YA! (at last)
However I am now offline for God knows how long as I am off to my departmental Xmas dinner / party in a sawdust-floored dive somewhere off Cheapside. I intend to leave after the meal but one never knows..."...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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