Open threadedly, re Lyke Wake Dirge: I couldn't access the last one. Was it B. Britten's version? Of the two I could listen to, I much preferred The Young Tradition.
#3 ::: Dave Bell
It is also St. Crispin's Day.
And my (so far un-) civil partner's 26 ( the other way round)th birthday.
Happy birthday Mr T
But you should hear John Laurie read it. Unfortunately I can't find a link, but he made it sound serious.
John Stanning @136: you believe what an author tells you his book is about? M15 commissioned Tolkien to write LOTR as an English counterblast to the Ring Cycle, as any fule kno.
@60: I read that as ungulates. A gnu cure perhaps.
Could God create a Facebook group so stupid He wouldn't want to join it?
Yes, it was a pune or play on words, but I really didn't know that Pepsi sponsored Gay Pride events. Good for them!
(Still won't drink the stuff though.)
Marilee, in what way does Pepsi support homosexuals? I haven't drunk any for years. Should I start drinking it again, and will it help me walk better? Better than real ale or cider, I'm sure, but what does Dr Pepper think?
If you're planning a walking holiday on the Fylde coast, don't go without Neil Gaiman's Shoggoth's Old Peculiar.
Coping with bereavement? My Dear How Dead You Look And Yet You Sweetly Sing, by Patricia Marron.
@77. That was funny! (And it segues into the documentary Mein Kampf. Which is not.)
I seem to remember hearing that some members of the National Front (a predecessor of the BNP) had converted to Islam so they could attack Jews. Could have been urban myth I suppose, but if true, I wonder what became of them.
hamletta @ 129: that would be Le Cou Rouge. Which could end up sounding like Le Cul Rouge. Where you really wouldn't want to go!
In a cemetery in Paris is the tomb of Victor Noir, which it is considered lucky to rub. In part.
This is not the same as a head rub.
ST AUBIN SUR MER
Keith Marsden
Oh, we had to make the beaches from a lousy LCI,
And the landing ramps were swaying like a Portsmouth dockyard drunk.
She pitched us and she heaved us till we had to land or die,
And by the time we made it, half the tank support had sunk.
So a seasick, sodden rabble, we ran blindly everywhere
While the Germans thinned our numbers out at St Aubin Sur Mer.
Aye, the Germans thinned our numbers out at St Aubin Sur Mer.
We had practised, aye, we'd practised at the great invasion plan,
Storming undefended beaches on a friendly Dorset shore,
But when the tanks were grinding through the wounded in the sand,
We knew we weren't on Blighty exercises anymore,
And we grew up very quickly, moving out through street and square,
Shooting first and asking after in St Aubin Sur Mer,
Shooting first and asking after in St Aubin Sur Mer.
We had patriotic heroes. We had make-believe old sweats,
But none had come with nineteen-fourteen innocence for fun.
If we paid the bill again for them, this time they'd not forget,
And there'd be a golden future when the present job was done.
But heroes, sweat or dreamer, the Old Reaper didn't care,
As the Germans swung their scythe through us at St Aubin Sur Mer,
As the Germans swung their scythe through us at St Aubin Sur Mer.
And now I see the glories of the brave new world we've made,
From the slaughter and the sacrifice, the maiming and the pain,
And I see the lying leaders as they posture and parade,
And trample on the dead men's dreams and ride to war again,
So don't tell me I was lucky I came back from over there.
The lucky ones died with their dreams in St Aubin Sur Mer.
The lucky ones died with their dreams in St Aubin Sur Mer.
No otters in that clip, but I expect he got round to them later.
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