Me me me. I'll be there. First time with CS'ers. I'll be the one lost looking around to see if I can recognise anyone. If you see me, throw me something to get my attention please.
1. The Sea (especially in winter during one of the big storms) 2. The air after the first rains 3. Babies (the real little tiny brand new human beings) 4. New cars 5. My own salt water washed sweaty body on a hot summer day (not true...just picking on someone who knew it );
- My Books (the finished, unfinished and earmarked references - the lot) - My Music (the collection not compositions. Am not Stravinski or Geddy Lee) - My Computers (yes I'm a geek) - My Thoughts (yes I'm a geek philosopher) - My pocket mirror - ok that's a joke - Water (and to think a couple of years ago it used to be Jaques d'Aniel - oh me and my old age......)
They even made a movie about it. Forgot the exact name. 'Nightmare on Elm' or something like that. Could have been 'Psycho'. But I remembered it started with a nice scene and beautiful music.
The knight was about to be married to the nun (now EX-nun), a marriage officiated by the monk who was her brother. During the ceremony the friar and the reeve (who were cousins once removed and brothers by a now dissolved marriage) could not stop talking about the ale they would drink at the party afterwards. The wife of Bath, who was sitting next the merchant (she was a bit of a gold digger), kept shushing them until she had had enough and called the man of law to help. He called the squire (who a few minutes before was admiring the wife of bath's unlaced corset) to help keeping the law. Each got hold of one of the talkative twosome and threw them out of the village chapel into the main square where the cook was preparing the wedding lunch for the bride and groom and all the guests.
As each guest entered the chapel the summoner would scream at the top of his voice, "The Merchant is on 'is way I can 'ear 'em coin clink" and "The Shipman is comin' I can smell 'em fish".
The (ex) nun was walked down the aisle by her father, the manciple who was doing this rather unhappily as he had hoped that should his daughter forgo her sacred vows she would at least marry Sir Topias. He had talked about this to the parson many times without knowing that the parson himself would gladly take care of the daughter for him. After the monk read the vows and the happy couple replied their I do's, the clerk made note of the marriage contract in the village register.
After the ceremony was over the bride and groom led the guests out into the village square for the meal. The prioress was sitting near the head of the long table and was scowling in disgust at how unmannered these village folk were. The second nun could not be bothered. She just sat down waiting for the crayfish since these were never available at the convent. The canon's yeoman did his best to sit next to the second nun. She had always had his fancy ever since that day when she brought some mutton to the canon's table while he was visiting her convent. He (the yeoman) knew it was a hard game with her since she had taken her vows at quite a young age but how could he ever forget her smile.....and the gentle rise of her bossom under her cloak.
The miller, being a biggish bloke, sat roughly on the bench and caused the pardoner to fall to the muddy ground soiling his fresh clothes he had made on commission for the wedding feast. The miller asked pardon and the pardoner pardoned him. The physician however noted that the pardoner had scratched his nose in the fall and advised that after the feast he (the pardoner) should put some ointment on the scratch to avoid infection. Overhearing this, the franklin said that in a hidden corner on his grounds he grew some magic leaves that could help . The pardoner was grateful and smiled and winked at the franklin.
I was wondering, were there no bars in ol' Geoffry's times? Where's the option were the old hag gets told off and our hero goes for a quiet pint watching a game of footie on a 52" flat screen?
I used to date one. Hope for your sake it's not the same one. She had two horns on her head, firey red skin, hooves for feet, breathed fire and kept a pitch fork in her hand.
Damn. I just checked my photo ratings. My pic got a 4.67 ( I think I'm worth more) while the other anonymous guy whose photo mysteriously is on my profile is unrated. I think he's good looking (obviously not as much as I).
most stuff to '75 was good. After that came disco, new wave, and a ton of other crap culminating in hip-hop with their deep lyrics, soothing voices and killer riffs ('sampled' from 70's rock). Long live rock n'roll.
When you know your faults and virtues and understand how to make them work together to make you the best person you can be. After that any place is the rightful place as you would have put yourself there with an awareness.
What? Pay someone to carry a message when I could cause millions of electrons to bump into each other and deliver it for me FREE! C'mon. Post is dead.....unless it is bringing me my book & CD from Play
It's me. I am ME. I have two legs, two arms, ten toes, ten fingers, two nostrils, a receeded hairline (I think it stopped), salt-pepper hair (where the receeding has not yet advanced enough), sport a short beard (also salt-peppery) and finally, last but not least two ears for listening and a mouth to talk with - usually after listening. I am not really Adonis, more like Homer (Simpson). But then again I never actually broke a mirror by looking into it and when I am passing by sometime peoples wolf-whistle.
Now. Do I have to shoot someone to get a glass of fresh milk?
Come on Antcus. Malta is small but one cannot say it is without opportunity. We have things other people envy here. And it's nto what others have, but what you have made for yourself. Sure having more money might help but money is not all.
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RE: Valletta Waterfront-meet up 27/09/08
Hice meeting you yesterday. A real rowdy crowd true to what I was told. The Law had to be sent in to quite us down.