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"...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..."
Sunwook Kim - Leeds Piano Competition first prize-winner Kim Kashkashian - viola virtuoso Kim Borg - John Barbirolli's bass of choice for 'Gerontius'... (I was going to give a clue about the other side of the Pennines had there still been a need)
You're going to L in a handcart
Oh... and my regards to Mrs Flay
"...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..."
"...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..."
Is it like that game of remembering articles on a tray?
certainly passed me by, and I suspect others too!
"...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..."
Last night there was a near disaster for Mr Flay, narrowly averted. Friends are coming to dinner tonight and Mrs Flay was cooking a masterpiece. Before she nipped out to the pub with The Girls she left me clear instructions that when the buzzer sounded I was to remove the meat and reduce the liquid by half before returning the meat to the pot and leaving it to cool. Simples...
All went well until the reduction stage. Unfortunately for me I became distracted doing AA. When I eventually remembered and dashed to the kitchen there was only a sizzling sludge adherent to the bottom of the cauldron! She was due back soon. Quick as a flash it was stirred up with some boiling water, decanted, the pan was scraped clean and all returned to the hob, taking care to swill some of the fearsome mixture around the sides of the pan to make it look as if it had been cooked normally.
I just hope it tastes OK
For this L please look at the whole thing, it is not individual clues: two brothers and a cousin from the Catholic Netherlands, one of whom moved to London
Last edited by Flay; 11-01-13, 13:12.
Reason: Trypo in the clue :blush: To London, not in it! <doh>
Limbourg brothers - painting in national gallery -cousin of mary? (browser not working! )
Cor!
I hadn't been able to make head nor tail of Flay's little conundrum...
"...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..."
I hadn't been able to make head nor tail of Flay's little conundrum...
Well at least you were looking. Feel free to ask questions...
Now I must take a break to sort things. Mrs Flay asked me to chop up a red chilly. Easy! Then I popped for a wee after only giving my hands a cursory rinse...
Welcome Oddball! I must say you have an ideal name to be on the AA thread! We're all a little odd one way or another here.
But no it isn't Limbourg. Nice try though. Try going forward about 300 years...
Well at least you were looking. Feel free to ask questions...
Now I must take a break to sort things. Mrs Flay asked me to chop up a red chilly. Easy! Then I popped for a wee after only giving my hands a cursory rinse...
The microscopic perspective on life chez Flay is, as ever, much appreciated...
Has your act of lèse-majesté with the meat juices, and the eking-out with washing-up water, been rumbled yet by
???????????
"...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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