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So just how many trains was that?

Dead Pool Thread tomorrow?

I knew there was a reason I was taking the day off from work tomorrow…

Shiny, shiny trains!

I can only think of one thing suitable for this subject…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irCA0zPvGjs

😉

The “so do you all play for the same team” line is what an Essex Girl says after multiple orgasms.

What does an Essex Girl use for protection during sex? A bus shelter.

When you get further out of Essex towards Suffolk, some of it is beautiful. You should visit Colchester.

That’s ok, Dave. When Redneck girls are done with sex, they usually say “Get off me, daddy! your crushin’ mah cigarettes!”

Sorry you didn’t have a chance to see the Essex countryside, Doll; it’s quite lovely. My old Dad grew up in Paglesham, a tiny rural hamlet not far from Rochford that unfortunately seems to have now been assumed by hipster professionals that have “upped sticks and moved to the countryside, don’t you know”.
Might be worth a day trip sometime; avoiding the Soviet bits by the trains, o’ course.

Rather be in Essex. In my home county the saying known by all is: Humboldt! where the men are men and the women are too.

Wyoming! Where men are men, women are scarce, and sheep are nervous.

You actually saw Stratford at its…well, not best, exactly, but cleaned up considerably. Ten years ago, it was a different story.

A friend worked for a government department that planned to close its Romford office and relocate to Stratford. Staff were unconvinced, so the head of office took them on a trip to see the proposed new office, and while there, they were caught up in a lockdown of the tatty shopping mall due to an armed robbery at a building society!

Romford was our final destination, JuliaM. And it wasn’t exactly swell, either.

Stratford was just covered in construction cranes and the skeletons of new buildings. It was all that preposterous Olympic-style architecture that you just know is going to devolve into a hopeless eyesore the minute the games are over.

Our trains tend to be hauling coal and covered in graffiti.
Dead pool?????Damn, now I have to wait till I get home from work.

“It was all that preposterous Olympic-style architecture that you just know is going to devolve into a hopeless eyesore the minute the games are over.”

Just like everything “Olympics”….. providing an enduring sense of national pride…

“Romford was our final destination, JuliaM. And it wasn’t exactly swell, either. “

As long as you visit in daylight, it’s not too bad, for your average soulless shopping centre-cum-market – after dark, when the nightclubs are in full swing and the undead walk the street, it’s not so nice…

“…all that preposterous Olympic-style architecture that you just know is going to devolve into a hopeless eyesore the minute the games are over.”

In the case of Stratford, that’s merely restoring it to its original state!

🙂

stampity stamp stamp….. again

Oh, shit, Mrs C — you’re right. Damn thing should be up by now.

Let me go kick it loose.

I don’t get it. It’s scheduled for June 11 at 18:00. That’s now, ain’t it?

Oh, wait. That’s right. I was looking at my clock, not my blog — 45 minutes to go!

“When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.”
“The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”
“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master— that’s all.”

Sort of the way that Weasel views time, I guess!

Time hack: 2155 Zulu, 1755 WBT on my mark.

…5…4…3…2…1…mark.

“Time hack: 2155 Zulu, 1755 WBT on my mark.

…5…4…3…2…1…mark.”

Simonize your watches!

My daughter will be spending the next year in Hull, doing a Master’s. I was under the impression that Hull is the Bakersfield of England, but perhaps I was mistaken. 🙂

Now, this is completely, utterly, wildly off-topic, not to mention a bow drawn at a venture. I also know the site has moved on, but I thought the question would be even less likely to get a response on the Dead Pool thread, so. . .

I am reading one of the hilarious ghost novels of Manning Coles, written in the 1950’s, in which a character uses the phrase “she dodged the column.” I have done a couple of on-line searches, both general and on sites dedicated to phrase origins, and find it used as a phrase which clearly has a specific metaphoric meaning, but can’t find anything about what that meaning is, or where the phrase came from. It is, however, pretty clearly British in origin, so I was kinda hoping someone here might recognize it. . .yeah, I realise most of the minions are Americans, but one never know, do one?

Uncle B doesn’t recognize it. I asked him.

I’ve never heard of it either, and I’ve read my fair share of Brit literature over the years.

From the context of the articles where I found it used (but not explained) it appears it might be military in origin; the most common use I found was to refer to avoiding military service, or service overseas (or attendance at ceremonial military functions), and it looks as if it could have been a WWII usage (which would fit with Coles’s timeframe) so possibly it was fairly short-lived. . .thanks, though!