Yeah, but it gets expensive if you're a Godfaring type. Of course, Agnostics travel half-Godfare, and Atheists don't have to pay at all. Mind you, you're supposed to kneel when you pay, and you have to say the Lord's Payer or something, but I've never understood what buying tickets at a Cricket ground have to do with religion. Maybe that's how they ended up with bats in the belfry and all. Of course they don't have that problem in the U.S. where TV evangelists urge you to pay when they're on the ox. Apparently, if you covet an ox, you can end up in Hell. They tell me God put it on a tone tablet, but I don't believe it, and tone tablets don't taste half as good as they sound.
The Americans refer to The Plough as The Big Dipper. They're entitled to, of course, because it's in the constellation of USA Major. (Duj) You can't see it down there, can you? It's still going round. :-)
Quite correct, Rosie. Nor do we see the dogs, ta for the reminder. Which is partly a lie, as Orion and his dogs sit almost on the zenith during our summer and makes a great centre piece between the Hyades and Pleiades - what a wonderful sight that can be!
No, but I have noticed Bill Clinton's new book "My Lie". I also remember that the Israeli PM, Golda Meyer wrote a book under the same title which I always thought quite ironic.
I am blessed with three given names. Given that my father was a surveyor and lay-preacher he was obviously well versed in trionometry. (For those not up on their latin - trionometry - three names without measure.)
Aiden Ridgeway is a Senator in the Australian parliament's upper house. Where I come from aidens used to be hung from the ceiling - usually in the scullery.
The Australian opposition leader in the parliament did, by his own admission, attack a taxi driver over some dispute or other and broke his arm. Labor party faithfuls have embraced the man - they love hugs.
I am advised that watching so called 'reality' shows on television is not good for those living in drought stricken areas. Apparently it's not good for the rain.
Rosie] You should try gasses. I find I see things clearer if I squit a little. Robin] I see, a roper chemist ? Ten things would be different for him then, not having a hop but working in a lab.
That's interesting, Rosie, as I was speaking to a woman the other day who stated quite emphatically that large chested women tend to get oodles more than their smaller counterparts.
This isn't a lost consonant as such, but simply a mis-read by me of a sign on Lewisham station (possibilities for a new game?): "For your personal security and safety, this station is filled with security cameras."
This isn't a lost consonant either, just a comment that, as it was persisting down this morning, my feet are now soaking. I could do with some electric socks.