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« Reply #1080 on: 09:21:10, 28-09-2007 » |
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I have this terrible feeling of deja vu.....
I have this terrible feeling of deja vu.....
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« Reply #1081 on: 09:28:18, 28-09-2007 » |
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Just thought I'd start a thread where people can post off-topic replies (that is to say, replies to this thread that are not on-topic).
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« Reply #1082 on: 09:37:08, 28-09-2007 » |
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Rondo form - music's deja vu...
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« Reply #1083 on: 13:49:31, 28-09-2007 » |
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« Reply #1085 on: 14:13:02, 28-09-2007 » |
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All of a Sudden I feel strangely cheered I'm very glad about that, Mort. I'm sorry that my Jenny post yesterday made you sad - in fact I was trying to find something on google images for the operatic version, but I couldn't, and ended up posting the first page of the book which is a little bit sad. Remember though: when you're feeling down all you have to do is ask Ollie for a
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #1086 on: 14:23:49, 28-09-2007 » |
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I take it all back. Class of 20 pianists me only one knows Dichterliebe geddit. hoon
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« Reply #1087 on: 14:36:41, 28-09-2007 » |
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I was trying to find something on google images for the operatic version And that was supposed to be cheery?
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« Reply #1088 on: 15:58:00, 28-09-2007 » |
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Are we talking Geoff Hoon here? Best, Alistair
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« Reply #1089 on: 16:04:00, 28-09-2007 » |
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Ah, alistair, you're too young to understand the
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« Reply #1090 on: 17:14:19, 28-09-2007 » |
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Alistair,
For your edification, there are gates involved - although they are not scandalous inquiries (enquiries?) or Bills.
(Apologies for any images that invokes in the minds of those who knows what Ollie hoooooo.....)
That's enough hooning, ed.
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« Reply #1091 on: 17:32:20, 28-09-2007 » |
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Ah, alistair, you're too young to understand the Ollie, it is true that I do not understand this and I must add that you are simply too kind to suggest that this due to my being too young for anything at all - much appreciated (must hop along on my Zimmer to get me coat)... Best, Alistair
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« Reply #1092 on: 17:34:29, 28-09-2007 » |
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Alistair,
For your edification, there are gates involved - although they are not scandalous inquiries (enquiries?) or Bills.
Thanks for the intended edification but, the best will (Bill?) in the world notwithstanding, I remain unedified, sadly! Best, Alistair
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« Reply #1093 on: 17:42:29, 28-09-2007 » |
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It's a reference from the Golden Age of TOP.
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« Reply #1094 on: 17:59:54, 28-09-2007 » |
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I remember at university that this equation was written on a toilet door with underneath it the words "therefore God exists." I spent some considerable time (well, as long as it took, on various occasions) pondering this idea before deciding it didn't follow at all. There were obviously no angels in your university toilet cubicles. Otherwise you'd have had better things to do (quite apart from being able to ask him after you'd finished).
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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