Motobecane
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SteCenturion
I am your Father
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- The Dark Side of the Moon.
SteCenturion
I am your Father
- Location
- The Dark Side of the Moon.
Good afternoon @Motobecane
*must not use predictive txt ....
must not use predictive txt *.....
(It screws up all quotes) & this is my 3rd attempt at a reply.
classic33
Leg End Member
Ireland!Rented Lock Up known only as Area 51 ...
somewhere on the outskirts of Britain.
Odd you say Area 51, we're not that far from the UK version.
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welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
Otherwise known as manchester. Very strange things go on there. Good evening everyone.... waving hand. 9
I just thought I'd pop in to see if you are awake here. Tumbleweed time on the forum I see @classic33
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classic33
Leg End Member
Boundary between the two counties. Check "UK area 51" and you'll see what I mean. MOD recognise it even.
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New logo as well!
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classic33
Leg End Member
Easy choice.....Cake or Natalie Imbruglia .....
Cake or Natalie Imbruglia ....
Cake or Natalie Imbrugli .... woooglier ......
I'm torn.
Cake!!
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classic33
Leg End Member
Caoch O'Leary
John Keegan 1816-1849.
One winter's day, long, long ago, when I was a little fellow,
A piper wandered to our door, grey-headed, blind and yellow;
And, how glad was my young heart, though earth and sky looked dreary,
To see the stranger and his dog - poor Pinch and Caoch O'Leary.
And when he stowed away his bag, cross-barred with green and yellow,
I thought and said, "In Ireland's ground, there's not so fine a fellow."
And Fineen Burke, and Shaun Magee, and Eily, Kate and Mary,
Rushed in with panting haste to see and welcome Caoch O'Leary.
O God be with those happy times. O God be with my childhood.
When I bareheaded roamed all day bird nesting in the wildwood.
I'll not forget those sunny hours, however years may vary.
I'll not forget my early friends, nor honest Caoch O'Leary.
Poor Caoch and Pinch slept well that night, and in the morning early
He called me up to hear him play "The wind that shakes the barley:"
And then he stroked my flaxen hair and cried, "God mark my deary"
And how I wept when he said "Farewell, and think of Caoch O'Leary."
And seasons came and went, and still old Caoch was not forgotten,
Although we thought him dead and gone and in the cold grave rotten:
And often when I walked and talked with Eily, Kate or Mary,
We thought of childhood's rosy hours and prayed for Caoch O'Leary.
Well twenty summers had gone past, and June's red sun was sinking,
When I, a man, sat by my door, of twenty sad things thinking.
A little dog came up the way, his gait was slow and weary,
And at his tail a lame man limped - 'twas Pinch and Caoch O'Leary.
Old Caoch, but O how woebegone! His form is bowed and bending,
His fleshless hands are stiff and wan, ay, time is even blending
The colours on his threadbare bag; and Pinch is twice as hairy
And thinspare as when first I saw himself and Caoch O'Leary.
"God's blessing here!" the wanderer cried, "Far, far be hell's black viper:
Does anybody hereabouts remember Caoch the Piper?"
With swelling heart I grasped his hand, the old man murmured. "Dreary,
Are you the silky-headed child that loved poor Caoch O'Leary?"
"Yes, yes," I said—the wanderer wept as if his heart was breaking—
"And where, avic-machree," he sobbed, "Is all the merry-making
I found here twenty years ago’? ‘My tale," I sighed, "mighty weary:
Enough to say there's none but me to welcome Caoch O'Leary."
"Vo, vo, vo!" the old man cried and wrung his hands in sorrow:
"Pray let me in, astore machree, and I'll go home tomorrow.
My peace is made, I'll calmly leave this world so cold and dreary;
And you shall keep my pipes and dog, and pray for Caoch O'Leary."
With Pinch I watched his bed that night, next day his wish was granted,
He died and Father James was brought and the Requiem Mass was chanted.
The neighbours came, to dig his grave, near Eily, Kate and Mary.
And there he sleeps his last final sleep — God rest you Caoch O'Leary.
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John Keegan 1816-1849.
One winter's day, long, long ago, when I was a little fellow,
A piper wandered to our door, grey-headed, blind and yellow;
And, how glad was my young heart, though earth and sky looked dreary,
To see the stranger and his dog - poor Pinch and Caoch O'Leary.
And when he stowed away his bag, cross-barred with green and yellow,
I thought and said, "In Ireland's ground, there's not so fine a fellow."
And Fineen Burke, and Shaun Magee, and Eily, Kate and Mary,
Rushed in with panting haste to see and welcome Caoch O'Leary.
O God be with those happy times. O God be with my childhood.
When I bareheaded roamed all day bird nesting in the wildwood.
I'll not forget those sunny hours, however years may vary.
I'll not forget my early friends, nor honest Caoch O'Leary.
Poor Caoch and Pinch slept well that night, and in the morning early
He called me up to hear him play "The wind that shakes the barley:"
And then he stroked my flaxen hair and cried, "God mark my deary"
And how I wept when he said "Farewell, and think of Caoch O'Leary."
And seasons came and went, and still old Caoch was not forgotten,
Although we thought him dead and gone and in the cold grave rotten:
And often when I walked and talked with Eily, Kate or Mary,
We thought of childhood's rosy hours and prayed for Caoch O'Leary.
Well twenty summers had gone past, and June's red sun was sinking,
When I, a man, sat by my door, of twenty sad things thinking.
A little dog came up the way, his gait was slow and weary,
And at his tail a lame man limped - 'twas Pinch and Caoch O'Leary.
Old Caoch, but O how woebegone! His form is bowed and bending,
His fleshless hands are stiff and wan, ay, time is even blending
The colours on his threadbare bag; and Pinch is twice as hairy
And thinspare as when first I saw himself and Caoch O'Leary.
"God's blessing here!" the wanderer cried, "Far, far be hell's black viper:
Does anybody hereabouts remember Caoch the Piper?"
With swelling heart I grasped his hand, the old man murmured. "Dreary,
Are you the silky-headed child that loved poor Caoch O'Leary?"
"Yes, yes," I said—the wanderer wept as if his heart was breaking—
"And where, avic-machree," he sobbed, "Is all the merry-making
I found here twenty years ago’? ‘My tale," I sighed, "mighty weary:
Enough to say there's none but me to welcome Caoch O'Leary."
"Vo, vo, vo!" the old man cried and wrung his hands in sorrow:
"Pray let me in, astore machree, and I'll go home tomorrow.
My peace is made, I'll calmly leave this world so cold and dreary;
And you shall keep my pipes and dog, and pray for Caoch O'Leary."
With Pinch I watched his bed that night, next day his wish was granted,
He died and Father James was brought and the Requiem Mass was chanted.
The neighbours came, to dig his grave, near Eily, Kate and Mary.
And there he sleeps his last final sleep — God rest you Caoch O'Leary.
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0lonerider
Veteran
- Location
- tyneside
Good morning everyone happy Thursday
In Greek 'bravo' is a borrowed word that is often shouted when a song is enjoyed. The Greek spelling is 'μπράβο', which is an interesting intro to the Greek alphabet. Greek doesn't have a 'b' or a 'v' in the alphabet so the combination 'mp' is used for 'b' at the beginning of a word. The Greek 'r' looks like an English 'p' and the 'v' looks like an upper case 'B' with a tail - what we tend to call 'beta' but is more 'veeta'.
Oh, Good Morning all, BTW
. A happy St Patrick's day to each and every one of you 
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SteCenturion
I am your Father
- Location
- The Dark Side of the Moon.
Evenin' all
St Patricks Day so much frolicking & drinking reshponsibly will be occurring in Manchestercershire today ....
& on another note
St Patricks Day so much frolicking & drinking reshponsibly will be occurring in Manchestercershire today ....
& on another note
classic33
Leg End Member
And the odd pint or three supped!!Evenin' all
St Patricks Day so much frolicking & drinking reshponsibly will be occurring in Manchestercershire today ....
& on another note
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Motobecane
Guru
- Location
- Kentish
Good afternoon Tea folk. I have Guinness in the fridge.... first, as its a beautiful day, daughter and I are driving out to a pretty village or two for a wander.
Motobecane
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