This forum is the best thing since sliced proverbial - an invaluable resource and a welcoming community. In celebration of its existence, I will take my normal ejaculation - Huzzah! - and pimp it thus: Huzzizzle!
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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..."
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[insert approving smiley emoticon here]Originally posted by Caliban View Post
There's so much love in the room right now - it's like an episode of Oprah.Comment
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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..."
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I have usurped it as my alter ego, Dr. Y.U. Thropplenoggin, self-styled 'boshmonger to the stars'. It is used with kind permission of someone called 'octopushat' under a Creative Commons license (see bottom of linked page for details).Originally posted by Caliban View Post
Your avatar picture is familiar. Who is it please?
Any familiarity is perhaps some desire projected on it by your good self to one day don a pith helmet and safari fatigues and become a boshmonger, too. A man's gotta have dreams, Caliban.Comment
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I think I may move recent comments to Platform 3 .....
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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Originally posted by Thropplenoggin View Post
"Perspicacious persiflage, lexical prestidigitation and verbal derring-do" are requisite skills, I see....
Tick, tick, tick.
I am a lawyer. I already find those useful
"...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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