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Relieved - I read this as "Thatcher Shoes", ie shoes that wouldn't turn. Bun. |
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I was tryin' to catch a cab late one night
When My eyes beheld a dreary site
The Prime Minster w/the crap
Began to Rise
The Margret Mash..;
The Blair newsflash...
(I'm a decade too late aren't I?) |
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//Errr... for why?// So people think you are a hobbit. |
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//So people think you are a hobbit.// |
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//So people think you are a hobbit// No, for that, you need shoes shaped like rabbits, 'cos from a distance, they look like hares ! <tt-ttish> |
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But how would thatched shoes be any better (or even as good as) leather-uppered etc shoes? |
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Would there not be an ongoing risk of earwigs between the toes? |
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//How would thatched shoes be any better (or even as good as) leather-uppered // Ideal for vegetarians. |
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I wish I'd thought of this. (+) |
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//Ideal for vegetarians// |
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Good point. I have a friend who won't sit in a car with leather seats, and always has trouble finding animal-friendly footwear. Bring it on. |
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I've got a feeling I once saw some newsreel footage of WWII German soldiers marching back from Russia in the snow, wearing woven straw overshoes to insulate their feet. |
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For that's good enough for me. |
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I was surprised to see that this wasn't a
FarmerJohn idea. (Calum - you may
take this as praise or as a sign of my
concern for your mental state; [+]
anyway.) |
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Can I have a matching thatched hat? American tourists would love me. |
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Ooooh yeah, and a thatched handbag! |
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Oh my gaawd! That's just so rustic! Can I take a phodo? <checks clock - US is awake - shuts up quickly> |
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The US is busy setting off explosives and otherwise celebrating their independence--I'd think the Brits would be celebrating that as well. |
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This American was just in England for the first time, and I was very happy to see a thatched roof. I did not take pictures, if that salvages any of my reputation. |
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I was in Grantchester, having punted up from Cambridge, and I had a very good time in England, thank you. It was good to be in the country with Charles Darwin on the ten-pound note. I'd apologize for other Americans, except I'd like to give most of them a good kick up the backside, personally. With thatched shoes. |
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bacon, I lived in Cape Girardeau for a year. Best city, other than Santa Barbara, in the US, in my opinion. Your tales of England, make me once again, so jealous. |
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If you are familiar with the town, do you know of "Smellville", I think it was called? A part of the city always flooded, and mud came up to front doors. *(I will delete this in the am). |
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I got to Cape G. in February, and drove around a while. I liked it. Didn't learn about Smellville. |
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where's Grantchester? (this from the person who didn't know where Swindon was) |
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bb, I'd have liked to have seen your pictures. |
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Glad you liked our little country [bacon]. I must admit that despite my bigoted preconcieved notions about the US, I loved it (except NY, but maybe that was just jet-lag). It just goes to show how travel can open your eyes. |
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[po]: Cambridge. (There's a Pink Floyd song called Grantchester Meadows, partly written when they were at Cambridge University.) |
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[po] Don't go there - Jeffrey Archer lives there! Also subject of Rupert Brooke's poem "The Old Vicarage" (Granchester, not Archer) - the poem crops up in "Balham, Gateway to the South" |
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baconbrain, did you try any weetabix? |
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Yeah, Ling, I tried a Weetabix. It was scary. |
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Weetabix is great ! What was it about it that you found scary ? |
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Scary? The way it was obvious that the individual flakes had once been running free and happy by themselves, but had all been squished into a brick by some sadist. Also scary was the way that the first bite tasted sort of good, the second was about the same, but then, as the block disintegrated, it developed a taste and texture like old thatched shoes. |
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//"The Old Vicarage" (Granchester, not Archer) - the poem crops up in "Balham, Gateway to the South"// you mean this is the poem that the parody was based on? |
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love bb's description of weetabix. I tell you folks, the only way to eat it is dry with butter and jam. |
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[po] No, it is just the final bit -
Narrator: Stands the clock still at ten to three, and is there honey still for tea?
Waitress voice: Honey's off, dear. |
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where's the rest of it from then? |
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Just a fake 1950's travelogue - just thought it was apposite to you [po] in a convoluted sort of way, you coming from that neck of the woods an' all. |
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I remember the "four square miles on the northern line..." and I thought I had the old Sellars album here somewhere. |
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//dry with butter and jam//... I've heard some crazy-ass things in my time, but that just takes the biscuit [po]. |
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don't knock it till you tried it :) |
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I wonder if weetabix would make a good thatching material? |
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//This American was just in England for the first time...I did not take pictures, if that salvages any of my reputation.//
As an Ugly American in Venice a few years ago, I decided not to take pictures, but to sketch what I saw. That way I would actually *see* what was there, which was, I imagined, a novel idea. But it didn’t work out too well, because brigades of Germans would march up in front of me and scan my subject matter with their huge video cameras, swiveling those things back and forth like machine guns. Then crowds of Japanese would appear out of nowhere and surround me, chattering and clicking, blinding me with their xenon flashes as they took snapshots of this *real artist*. |
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You should only venture out on 'drinking optional' tour days. I'd ask a Venetian if those days are unadvertised. |
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I applaud your attempt [ldischler]. It may not have worked as you planned, but at least your memories of Venice aren't framed by a viewfinder. |
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Bravo, [ldischler]! My best memento of Mexico's Copper Canyon is a sketch my brother made--the view out the front of a vehicle, including a shadow showing me riding on the roof rack, brandishing the fifteen-foot yucca stalk that he had realized was needed for proper roof-rack-riding. |
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Hobbits I expected, yes. Weetabix, Balham and holiday portraiture I did not. |
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