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« Reply #210 on: 23:41:41, 20-06-2008 » |
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Who'd you pass it on to, Mort?
Ooh, you charmer, Ollie. I was going to ask "Why? What did you do with it?" Tommo
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Made by Thompson & son, at the Violin & c. the West end of St. Paul's Churchyard, LONDON
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« Reply #211 on: 23:45:43, 20-06-2008 » |
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Hi tommo... missed you last night .
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Well, there you are.
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« Reply #212 on: 23:53:33, 20-06-2008 » |
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Wasabi?
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Reality, sa molesworth 2, is so sordid it makes me shudder
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« Reply #213 on: 23:54:07, 20-06-2008 » |
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Who'd you pass it on to, Mort?
Ooh, you charmer, Ollie. I was going to ask "Why? What did you do with it?" Tommo Ye Gods, I'm so slow tonight <Slouches off to sit on the Stupid Step> Sigh.
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« Reply #214 on: 00:57:31, 21-06-2008 » |
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Just to avoid ambiguity, I, me, am the bearded guy in tweed jacket at the back on the left next to the talented master of the diminished seventh in a tee shirt to my right (as you look at the photo.)
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #215 on: 01:13:13, 21-06-2008 » |
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If that's tweed, Don, then I've spent a good portion of my life misunderstanding what tweed was.
That's a much more lifelike photo of eru than the other one.
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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 #216 on: 11:05:59, 21-06-2008 » |
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Just to avoid ambiguity, I, me, am the bearded guy in tweed jacket at the back on the left next to the talented master of the diminished seventh in a tee shirt to my right (as you look at the photo.) And I am in the extreme left of the same picture.
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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" - Leon Trotsky, "My Life"
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« Reply #218 on: 11:47:28, 21-06-2008 » |
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That's a much more lifelike photo of eru than the other one.
Ahem. Yes.
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"It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set"
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« Reply #219 on: 12:16:18, 21-06-2008 » |
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Just to avoid ambiguity, I, me, am the bearded guy in tweed jacket at the back on the left next to the talented master of the diminished seventh in a tee shirt to my right (as you look at the photo.) And George looks just as lovably cuddly as I'd imagined him to be!
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #220 on: 12:53:26, 21-06-2008 » |
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If that's tweed, Don, then I've spent a good portion of my life misunderstanding what tweed was.
Gosh, tinners, you must have been looking in my linings. The inside of the jacket says Mansworld London 40% cashmere 30% wool 30% polyester. So indeed strictly speaking not tweed. However it is the spit image of another jacket I own which certainly says Harris Tweed wool 100%.(Just been to the cupboard to verify the labels. It does look like tweed, honest. Not brash huntin' shootin' and fishin' tweed, but subtly understated metropolitan tweed. Not that you'd expect anything else from me, I hope.)
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #221 on: 14:51:11, 21-06-2008 » |
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(Just been to the cupboard to verify the labels. It does look like tweed, honest. Not brash huntin' shootin' and fishin' tweed, but subtly understated metropolitan tweed. Not that you'd expect anything else from me, I hope.)
Ah, for us Americans, that's strictly a closet; the cupboard is for cups and saucers. Thought you'd be interested to know that. <chirping crickets emoticon>
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« Reply #222 on: 15:07:54, 21-06-2008 » |
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Neither Don nor I is a closet person, Turfo.
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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 #223 on: 15:13:01, 21-06-2008 » |
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You mean it's cupboard love?
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« Reply #224 on: 15:15:30, 21-06-2008 » |
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Better than tweed affection.
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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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