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actually, I probably spelt that worngly! You did - it's 'pidgin'. But Andy's camera instructions aren't in a pidgin language form; pidgin refers to the simplification and distortion of a language used to enable communication between speakers who don't have a language in common, not to a non-native speaker's mistakes in trying to address a native speaker. |
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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 #137 on: 12:49:14, 25-01-2008 » |
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Ok, I stand corrected t_i_n!
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« Reply #138 on: 12:54:03, 25-01-2008 » |
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The second post. No longer can we hold out the hope of "Oh well, it`ll probably come in the second post"  |
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« Reply #139 on: 13:03:03, 25-01-2008 » |
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There used to be a Third Post when I was a kid - at least there was in London. It came around 4:30pm, just as I was arriving home from school.
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House"
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« Reply #141 on: 13:11:34, 25-01-2008 » |
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Is that really a 'delighted', Mort? Apparently one used to be able to send a postcard home in the morning to tell one's better half one would be home late that evening... Oh bugler! Wrong thread, Ollie   Exit covered in shame |
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« Reply #142 on: 13:28:47, 25-01-2008 » |
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« Reply #143 on: 03:12:03, 26-01-2008 » |
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Apparently one used to be able to send a postcard home in the morning to tell one's better half one would be home late that evening...
These days we have special long-range walkie-talkies for the same purpose, hence the abolishment of the last post. Bear-flavoured shame, happen? |
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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 #146 on: 09:14:24, 26-01-2008 » |
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Office 16-B, The Board Of Trade,
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PARliament 8456
25th January, 1954, 5.15pm
My Dearest Marjorie!
I am on the train.
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At every one of these [classical] concerts in England you will find rows of weary people who are there, not because they really like classical music, but because they think they ought to like it. (Shaw, Don Juan in Hell)
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« Reply #148 on: 09:22:59, 26-01-2008 » |
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We say, abolishment is nothingness
And nothingness has neither head nor tail
End nor beginning;—better estimate
Exorbitantly, than disparage aught
Of the efficacity of the act, I hope!
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« Reply #149 on: 09:34:26, 26-01-2008 » |
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Abolishment is nothingness,
And nothingness has neither head nor tail.
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