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the clue, to the meaning of that sentence, is in the '-elgar' bit
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« Reply #962 on: 18:44:17, 08-06-2007 » |
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Good evening everyone,
I don't know what the bride is doing standing next to a piano. She is not going to be married to that.
My day turn out to be a dissapointment, but I hope I will survive.
Down to the Grumpy room.
Russian lasy bear called Tatyana wiped her tears and went to another room where she is hoping to meet a friendly boar who will help her to clear her head.
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« Reply #963 on: 19:28:52, 08-06-2007 » |
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Ho Lord B. Wild boar (pigs) have not been hunted to extinction. I encountered some on Goering's old hunting estate.
Cheers.
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« Reply #964 on: 19:33:06, 08-06-2007 » |
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Ho Lord B. Wild boar (pigs) have not been hunted to extinction. I encountered some on Goering's old hunting estate.
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« Reply #965 on: 19:53:56, 08-06-2007 » |
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At the edge of the clearing the grass was being dampened by a flood of tears welling from the eyes of Small Boar. "Ah! I just cannot get the hang of these diamante studs. They keep on popping apart. I wish I had something easier and less glamourous." Small Boar rose and waddled towards the stall that had Candy Floss painted on its side. With legs apart, and a strange, bedraggled item of underwear dragging behind the animal reached the stall. Behind the counter, a stick in her left hand gathering the whispy floss from the revolving drum, Lady Miasma Fandemere gazed down upon Small Boar. "Take this, sad little creature. I know what it is to fall on hard times", she said, and handed the ball of candy floss to the weeping animal. "And do try to wear your underwear in the approved fashion. Here! Take these" A cloud of soft silk floated down over Small Boar's head. "Oh! Thankyou, thankyou" squeaked the animal, and with fine silk floating behind, Small Boar fled homewards, candy floss sticking in pink whisps over mouth and snout.
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« Reply #966 on: 20:02:36, 08-06-2007 » |
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The little boar wiped his tears. He was glad that nothing worse happend. He put his nice underwear back where it belonged and trotted happily into the forest.
There were berries there to pick and trees to look at. There were nice beautiful birds singing.
The boar looked at the things around in amazement and gratitude. He made sure his spelling did not disappear with no trace. Is this all for me? - he thought.
They are too beautiful for me and may be I am not worthy of the honour. I always tried to be good and always come short no matter how hard I try.
He pulled himself together and decided that he is worthy. The surroundings are beautiful indeed and one meant to be greatful for that. As for lessons in life - one should be greatful for them too.
Things started to look brighter and the boar called Tatyana became still and calm.
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« Reply #967 on: 22:42:27, 08-06-2007 » |
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t-p, if you weren't in Ireland, you would be a national treasure. But maybe, like Sir Bob G, you could become one anyway!  |
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« Reply #968 on: 22:47:59, 08-06-2007 » |
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Tatiana, not quite sure whether she was a boar or a bear, or indeed a bear boar, or a boer bear, decided she was all of them.
"George! Don't you point that bloody spear at me."
"I'm not George, I'm Onesimus. And it's a tusk."
"Ah, it was the tusk that did it......"
"No, it was the butler. With the tusk. In 'The Boar'"
"Painful. Where exactly, in the back?"
"No up the stairs and in the 3rd bedroom on the left"
"I didn't know Boars had bedrooms"
"No - the Boar Inn!"
"Bore in what?"
"Oh, go away this is borin'"
"Bore in what?"
At which point a 12 Bore shotgun was heard.....
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« Reply #970 on: 22:52:13, 08-06-2007 » |
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Thank you martle.
I am feeling a little better. I am glad you don't have those terrible shops in your town.
Here there is absolute mad house (town). There are hoards (and I mean hoards) of people from all over the world thrown together. There are thousands and thousands of Poles. They are leagal now.
There are Russians from Latvia (My hairdresser is from Riga).
There are people from far East, muslim people, Russians from Russia, Bosnians (I think they are in fact gypsies from Romania). There are Romanians.
The place is complete bunkers (I think) and what they are going to do I don't know.
The shop I went to today is called Caucuses and the owner is Georgian looking man. May be he is an honest businesman etc, but I seriously doubt it. The shop is out of town and very few people go there. The rent is very big. Never the less he was painting the whole place and has a few girls working for him. You should see the owner. He looks like a character form James Bond movies. I will not be surprised if he kills people on contract. But looks can be deceiving. However, the place doesn't make him money. He doesn't seems to care much.
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« Reply #971 on: 23:06:39, 08-06-2007 » |
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The little boar who was some times a bear and some times a boad decided that it was getting late.
I should finish washing my underwear - she thought. This is good looking underwear and it is worth to wash it really well. I can get a good use out of it - he (who was some times she and known as Tatyana) thought to herself.
I had a mixed day. It was really a strange up and down day. I will remember this day with fondness. It was a beautiful sunny day and there was almost no clouds. I don't see such blue skies that often in this country - she thought to herself.
There were some disappointing things during this day, but on a whole I am glad I lived throgh it.
Many things are done for the best in this world. I am glad to have my lessons and I am greatful for many wonderful people that I have met.
With this happy thoughts she (who is sometimes he) retired for the night.
She slept well through the night and bad worrying thoughts did not bother her.
From two passing fairies she heard: You are good, go on, things are going to be ok.
There were some good whizards who also told her that things are going to be good.
Good night, Good night - she thought. I am so glad I have met you. I hope you sleep well too.
And with this she fall asleep. After all tomorrow is another day.
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« Reply #972 on: 23:11:02, 08-06-2007 » |
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« Reply #973 on: 23:34:04, 08-06-2007 » |
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« Reply #974 on: 23:58:11, 08-06-2007 » |
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....or are people just getting further away? Hopefully George, hopefully.   A |
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