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Talking of cider I once visited this fantastic pub in Dorset called the Square and Compass that had something like a hundred ciders on tap, including its own home-pressed cider. In the fabulously named village of Worth Matravers. And I tell you what, it really was worth ma travels.
This thread is like a Miss Marple Mystery, but with multiple detectives who disagree with each other. Who's right, who's wrong? Stay tuned to never find out!
Anyway, do carry on chaps.*
*Apologies to anyone who is offended by my flippancy.
I watched the second half of that Bundesliga game last night, BMG v Leipzig - 11th v 2nd - 0-0 - very little to get excited about. Now I know it's nothing to do with the Championship specifically, but as far as I could see it was about the same level as say top half championship. A touch slicker perhaps, but that was about it.
Okay, it was only one game, so not really a fair comparison perhaps. What's my point here? That the championship - especially in seasons like this where the cliche 'anyone can beat anyone' seems more true that ever - is arguably the most entertaining league in European football. Which is why it is such a shame that absolute shysters like the SW owner and all the others like him who have been allowed to fk around with these historic teams and their passionate fanbases.
Sorry if I'm going to get a bit didactic here, but If football is tantamount to religion - you could see that from a Marxist perspective if you're Baz: the opium of the people (not dissimilar from Juvenal's 'Bread and Circuses) - or from a sociological perspective: the tribal sense of belonging... then the Championship is the High Church. Still retaining strong connections to its roots, not completely tainted by the vulgarity that infests the Prem.... it's a great league. Isn't it?*
Which is why, despite all the hot air about Nourry and so on, isn't it great that we're competing in this league and possibly in better shape than we have been for years? Or am I being naive?
*There, I've used an asterisk. Yes, I know, it can serve up utter bilge, we've all watched it. But... but....
There's a lovely renovated old pub not far from me, in the little coastal town of Burry Port, called The Ship Aground. There's a lyricism to that name I just love. For me, it conjures up an image of something beautiful yet mournful.
Anyway, I haven't been in there yet, but it looks nice from the outside :)
Years ago I was decorating a house with my mate Steve when Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall came on the radio. We're both half-heartedly singing along when it comes to a certain point and Steve sings, 'no dogs of Hasm in the classroom.'
I turned to look at him and said "who the fk are "the dogs of Hasm?"' 'Aren't they some kind of mythical beasts?' he says. I had to enlighten him. 'It's 'dark sarcasm,' I said.
Since I now live in Wales I thought it behoved me to learn the language. And i have to say, I'm loving it. Now again you hear faint crossovers (or occasionally obvious ones) with our mongrel tongue....
I'm learning it with Duolingo and I'm finding it to be a great, easy, learning tool. My favourite phrases so far: Dwi i'n hoffi coffi - I like coffee - and the wonderfully lugubrious 'wedi blino! - which means 'tired'.
Never mind looking like my dad (well, I look more like my mum actually), I now look like my granddad.... said it to my brother recently and he chuckled away with his full head of hair and two new hips.
Prostate issues, arthritis, binge sessions limited to once every couple of months, hate going to gigs now, too many people... Ach, it is what it is. At least we have wisdom now, eh lads? Yes?? If only the youngsters would listen....
Whatever the etymology of rake when used as a form of measurement, it's a fine word in that context. A fine word. It conjures up the image of 'plenty' or 'a lot' beautifully. I've encountered it a few times said by Irish people and in Irish literature. I'm sure it features somewhere in At Swim-Two-Birds. A rake of porter.
Funny that we always had pudding after lunch or supper without fail, but I rarely eat it now. I think what made it doubly special was the threat: if you don't finish your dinner you won't get any pudding.
I loved nearly all the puddings they made at my junior school, and much of it was proper home made stuff: spotted dick and custard, jam roly poly and custard, chocolate sponge cake with chocolate custard... but I even liked blancmange, and hot semolina with jam, and I even liked tapioca!! Basically I loved puddings.
Hijacked by the far right? What utter nonsense. Maybe in the minds of people who are obsessed with seeing everything from a left-bias perspective. A huge number of people from across the political spectrum respect the poppy symbol and Remembrance Day, but because that includes people you don't like, you've decided to say it's been hijacked. That in itself is politicising the situation in pursuit of your own agenda.
James had it right when he said "The poppy isn’t political. People make it political and shame on them. It’s just showing respect to men and women who gave ultimate sacrifice."
It doesn't matter to me mate, I'm simply talking about how good the dance was, I don't really care if he's danced before. Carney's dance was bloody good too. But his was a different level. There have always been people in Strictly who've had dance experience before mixed with the rank amateurs.
I used to be an avid Strictly fan, then it got just too... well I know some of you will hate this, but too woke for me. But recently I've dipped into the current series, because despite the many well aired objections, I like dance. And tonight I think I just watched the best dance I've ever seen on Strictly. Absolutely gobsmackingly brilliant. Lewis and Katya in the Halloween special. if you're a fan of this kind of thing, check it out.