Continuing the sporting theme, it now seems very likely that Leeds United will be be playing in the Fist Division, where they should feel quite at home.
Mind you, when I resigned, the Club Professional (he's the one who gives lessons and should know about these things) said he was sorry to see me go as I was a right hit at the game.
I was up in Morcambe one spring a few years back. To warn visitors to the area of the perils of the sands there was a large sign reading "Beware the Ides of March".
So the jewel in the crown of South West England is coal? That really fuels my ire! Still, whilst in some ways it's not as quite as lean as others I've tried, eating fat works well.
I got stuck on a 'bus one day. One of the tyres had deflated. Fortunately the vehicle was equipped with a radio and the driver, obviously being unable to mount the spare himself, yelled back to his base "Ring the changes, I'm in trouble". Talk about efficiency! Within minutes every church in the neighbourhood had activated its bells.
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.
I think maybe this game has had its tie and we should raise a lass to its closing. Anybody know the wining move? If there are no objections, I shall post "MC" at around 5.00 this pm (UK time).
I had a good old spring clean a week or two ago. Whilst I did get some professional help it was still quite a draining experience. If you've ever had a chimney weep on your shoulders you'll know what I mean.
At the danger of pre-empting Robin's reply (sorry, Robin, I don't mean to seal you under) and considering that this is a computer/Internet game, probably on its bitday.
My trouble is that I could never get the hag of this game. Some people seem to have a head for anagrams; not e. So my view that its tie is over should probably not be taken too much to hear.
Maybe one could fin a new application or the basic idea: 'Twas the nigh before Christmas, and all through the Ouse (fee fee to ignore this if it's a hit idea).
I was thinking one might progress through the hole pom by Clement Clarke Moore, lie by lie... (thus continuing Not a creature was sirring, not even a muse) and so on.
I'm glad I don't live in the U.S. of A.. When tornadoes run through the mid-west they have huge ranches land in back yards. Here we just have eaves cluttering up the place.
I've been told all my life that money, like tomatoes, doesn't grow on trees. I dispute this. I have also been told that owning a house is like money in the bank. Where do you find houses? Lined up in trees. I rest my case.
Astonishing scenes at London Zoo, following the kidnapping of a rare Golden-tailed Tamarind. The kidnapper establised a video-link with the zoo by mobile phone to make his ransom demand. During the negotiations, desparate for the return of this rare and beautiful specimen and willing to pay any price, the keeper, a Mr Maguire, was heard to yell at the kidnapper: "Show me the money, show me the money, SHOW ME THE MONEY!".
I hear that the new zoo's pubic parking lot is located near the lama exhibit, which is in between the cage holding the panters and the aviary with the puffins, canes and cots.