Unwittingly, TG. "Rabbit and Pork" = "Talk"? I pronounce "pork" as "poark". "Talk" is "tock". Poark, tock. Totally different. The streets of the Gorbals and the streets to the east of Bow Bells (not sure of the geography actually) are indeed two languages separated by a common land mass.
Funny, you’d expect cockneys to consult Glaswegians before devising Cockney rhyming slang every day of the bubble.
I fasted today, I didn't plan to. I had a decent meal last night, about 6.30pm & some bourbon (with ice) around 9.30 & took a cup of tea to bed. I don't often eat breakfast & didn't today, & didn't fancy anything lunchtime, & around 4pm it occurred to me that if I didn't eat until 6.30, then that would be 24 hours between meals (but a tea & around six coffees). I could easily do that once a week. I might start.
That's very interesting, Rameau. But what is your particular woe here? Any connection to previous posts in this thread? Or is this now just a free-for-all? I'm all for anarchy, but if we don't keep our rabbits under control, it could mean the end of the world. Did you see NIGHT OF THE LEPUS? Terrible "beware what you do to nature with your experiments" film from 1972. It followed in the footsteps of - and paved the way for - many of those "revenge of nature" films. FROGS, THE DAY OF THE ANIMALS, SQUIRM, FOOD OF THE GODS... but NIGHT OF THE LEPUS was the weakest of the lot, a genuine "awful warrening movie".
Great thread in these crappy times but come on Graham..you know the motto of us Scots is drink your woes away. Unfortunately this often creates other woes but what the hell!
Splendid advice there, spook! Scotland didn't dominate the British Empire by sucking on Big Earl Gray's soggy bag! I mean, it didn't dominate it for nothing! Even the Romans didn't stay long due to our enormous natural-born ability of creating crap weather.
I'm so pickled that I can't think of any woes of mine right now. But I'll come up with something.
"I fasted today, I didn't plan to" ----------------- While not exactly fasting, this ridiculously hot, clammy weather is messing with my appetite. Once I've had my cereal and cup of tea/toast in the morning, I'm finding myself not very hungry (or can't be bothered to eat) for the rest of the day. And the thought of a big, hot (or even warm) meal doesn't do it for me. And I can only take so many salads in a given week. Oh, woe is me!!!
The hot weather ( yep, even here in grey-sky Glasgow) means you need the windows open. Having the windows open means the F’n gulls that descend for the summer months, like a biblical plague, screech you awake at the crack of dawn!! Oh woe is me! ...oh yeah....This is a soundtrack forum.....er........Played Kamen’s What Dreams May Come tonight.
