Dave to the Grave

They buggered up Ibiza, now this.

All this talk of being Jaded, and that picture of the turkey made me think of this, for which I am not thankful.

A fair point. My main problem would be finding who I am supposed to be giving thanks to. Ancesters, I suppose. Perhaps the rest of us need an 'ungrateful day'.

You simply must of a read of this. I stand corrected. Thank you so much for taking the time.

Thanks Phantom, I was having a problem with insomnia of late Completely irrelevant, but that reminded me of this Watching that made me think of this. This perhaps explains what (if you listen on 2:28), people got up to at deathcon1. It must of all happened after I left.

I really liked, "They are proud and show off their good size to make men dribble. Don't you think that's good?". Good? Brilliant I say. Can you imagine the mess if the men ever visited America.

What about a Johnny Cash connection? Carl Smith, 81 year old first husband of June Carter Cash, and drinking buddy of Johnny. I went to a country and western dance once. I should have watched this first.

Excellent advice LB, but it would be far tastier, and more nutritious if you cooked the vegetables in a good stock. Gently simmer, no 'draining'. Another thing, did you know that Worcester sauce has nothing to do with the English town? It was in fact named by a Antonio Carluccio, who on tasting it for the first time exclaimed, 'that's the worcester sauce I ever tasted'.

Hard bastards, monks. Tibetan monks are also well tasty. So I've heard. Although the first rule of monk fight club is......etc.

I think I'll wait and ask the first Shawnee President of America.

You've not missed much really. Just me not taking things seriously as per. It loses something without the Dublin accent but you can read it here. Jimmy Rabbitte, twelve quote down.

Poor show talking to yourself on an internet forum, unlike in a supermarket, where you provide the in-store entertainment, but recent posts made me think of this.

Everyone has probably already seen this, but if not, I think it says it all really, regarding the whole, African/Irish/Welsh/Cayman Island/Yorkshire/Gay-American thingy.

An interview here. He stumbles a bit. It would appear he was 25 years ahead of his time. 'In 1983 Michael Foot led Labour into a general election with a manifesto dubbed "the longest suicide note in history". One proposal, to nationalise banks, seems rather prescient'

Reading about Cyril Smith in the news and internet proves that only the good die young. Where he is going, he will need asbestos undepants! Asbestos underwear indeed. Extract from article: When government departments did raise questions about the safety of asbestos, the Board of Trade intervened, arguing that any suggestion that asbestos presented a danger would damage British jobs. So, the sale of asbestos products continued to grow in the UK throughout the 1960s and 1970s. T&N also relied on the assistance of Cyril Smith, the larger-than-life Rochdale MP and parliamentary pioneer of the Saturday-night television chat-show sofa. During the summer recess of 1981, Smith wrote to Sydney Marks, the head of personnel, informing him that the House would debate EEC regulations on asbestos in the next parliamentary session. The letter asks simply: "Could you please, within the next eight weeks, let me have the speech you would like to make (were you able to!), in that debate?" T&N's draft is almost identical to the speech delivered by the Rochdale MP, stressing the need for less regulation and arguing that substitutes for asbestos should be approached "with caution". "The public at large are not at risk," said Smith. "It is necessary to say that time and time again." Writing in the local paper, he claimed to have "worked very hard on the speech and have spent hours, both in reading and in being at the works, trying to master the facts about safety in asbestos".

Post adolescent extremity growth. Beside the children's height marks on the side of the fridge, we now have horizontal, nose growth marks for me. Ear prints are also being considered. However, life being like it is, my genitals appear to be bucking this trend.

You could be a lesbian. Although I will not call you that for fear of upsetting the good folk of Lesbos.

Aaaand, he wins $100.00! I had a bet with a friend visiting here that even in England people associate the word "uppity" only with black people. It's a common word in the South, used more often towards peoples' own children than any race or creed. My apologies for any upset I might have caused any of you. I mourn and lament the loss of a very useful and descriptive word to the preconceptions and biases of apology. I will continue to be uppity, though, I consider it a virtue. Except when directed at me by my children. I am not racist in the least. I am, however, possessing of degrees in both English (from an American university, so, not so much English as American) and Philosophy and I do have issues with people who butcher or hijack the language regardless of their heritage. Uppity is a colorful (from the standpoint of it's flavor and meaning) yet colorless (from the standpoint that it does not have a necessary racial indication) word, and I for one will continue to warn my step-son against being same. I have tremendous respect for Obama as a speaker, as a person, and as a politician. He scares me from the standpoint that he is such an unknown quantity. I'm a "deeds not words" kind of guy, and all I can find about the President-elect's positions are his words. He seems to have a very contradictory history of deeds and associations. Nevertheless, I remain optimistic. I voted the Objectivist Party, by the way. My vote was counted in California where I also voted against the ban on gay marriage, which, by the way, 85% of black voters voted for, which confuses and confounds me. Another interesting statistic being ignored by the media, and that confuses and confounds me, is that 98% of black voters voted for Obama. Sorry, but that's racism. Statistically proven racism, as well. I will fade back into obscure monitoring again now, but thanks for the hundred bucks. Interesting views on language there. So why use gay in that way? Not that long ago, we would all have wanted a gay wedding. Just like the Flintstones wanted a gay old time.