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« Reply #1 on: December 14, 2007, 02:12:47 pm » |
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Happy Christmas everyone 
One beautiful December evening Huan Cho and his girlfriend Jung
Lee was sitting by the side of the ocean.
It was a romantic full moon, when Huan Cho said "Hey baby, how
about playing Weeweechu."
"Oh no, not now, lets look at the moon" said Jung Lee.
"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I play Weeweechu. I love you and
it's the perfect time," Huan Cho begged.
"But I rather just hold your hand and watch the moon."
"Please Jung Lee, just once play Weeweechu with me."
Jung Lee looked at Huan Chi and said, "OK, we'll play
Weeweechu."....
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Huan Cho grabbed his guitar and they both sang....
"Weeweechu a melly Chlistmas,
Weeweechu a melly Chlistmas,
Weeweechu a melly Chlistmas,
and a happy New Year."[/size][/size]
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« Reply #2 on: December 15, 2007, 02:35:10 pm » |
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'Twas The Night Before Christmas
He Lived All Alone
In A One Bedroom House Made Of Plaster And Stone
I Had Come Down The Chimney With Presents To Give
And To See Just Who In This Home Did Live
I Looked All About A Strange Sight I Did See
No Tinsel No Presents Not Even A Tree
No Stocking By The Mantle Just Boots Filled With Sand
On The Wall Hung Pictures Of Far Distant Lands
With Medals And Badges Awards Of All Kinds
A Sober Thought Came Through My Mind
For This House Was Different It Was Dark And Dreary
I Found The Home Of A Soldier Once I Could See Clearly
The Soldier Lay Sleeping Silent Alone
Curled Up On The Floor In This One Bedroom Home
The Face Was So Gentle The Room In Such Disorder
Not How I Pictured A Lone British Soldier
Was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read
Curled Up On A Poncho The Floor For A Bed
I Realised The Families That I Saw This Night
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers Who Were Willing To Fight
Soon Round The World The Children Would Play
And Grownups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day
They All Enjoy Freedom Each Month Of The Year
Because Of The Soldiers Like The One Lying Here
I Couldn't Help Wonder How Many Alone
On A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home
The Very Though Brought A Tear To My Eye
I Dropped To My Knees And Started To Cry
The Soldier Awakened And I Heard A Rough Voice
'Santa Don't Cry This Life Is My Choice
I Fight For Freedom I Don't Ask For More
My Life Is My God, My Country. My Corps'
The Soldier Rolled Over And Drifted To Sleep
I Couldn't Control It I Continued To Weep
I Kept Watch For Hours So Silent And Still
And We Both Sat And Shivered From The Cold Nights Chill
I Didn't Want To Leave On That Cold Dark Night
This Guardian Of Honour So Willing To Fight
Then The Soldier Rolled Over With A Voice Soft And Pure
Whispered 'Carry On Santa Its Christmas Day All Is Secure'
One Look At My Watch And I Knew He Was Right
'Merry Christmas My Friend And To All A Good Night'
This Poem Was Written By A Peace Keeping Soldier Stationed Overseas
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Some people will tell you that slow is good - and it may be, on some days - but I am here to tell you that fast is better.
H S Thompson 1937 - 2005
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« Reply #3 on: December 15, 2007, 02:43:39 pm » |
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been there done that doing it again !
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« Reply #4 on: December 15, 2007, 11:55:04 pm » |
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This Poem Was Written By A Peace Keeping Soldier Stationed Overseas
Nordic, brought a tear to my eye. A very moving poem that should make everyone reflect. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year |
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At my age, it takes me all night to do what I used to do all night!!!!!!!!!!!
Then, growing old is compulsary, but growing up is just optional.
I don't do GREEN, I've got a 4x4
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« Reply #5 on: December 17, 2007, 05:34:40 am » |
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« Reply #6 on: December 17, 2007, 01:59:25 pm » |
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My annual Humbug post. It's an entirely wretched time of year and anyone who wishes me Merry Christmas can just bloody well sod off  I was in Crawley yesterday, what a wonderful festive and seasonal sight. The County Mall was completely rammed with thick shellsuit-wearing bastards dawdling around buying all manifestations of sh*t made by child labour, spending money they can ill-afford. Even the so-called carols were pre-recorded and sounded more like the massed choir of the Indian Jute and Hemp Marketing Board. I'm sure I could hear the sitar and zithers harmonising. Which would be fine if it was Divali but it isn't. And the price of wrapping paper has gone up to 5pence this year, welcome to rip-off Britain. Oh and there was a one-legged pigeon in the street outside the Rat and Parrot pecking up the remnants of last night's festive sick off the pavement. I'm not sure how it didn't choke on the cubes of broken bus stop glass that litter the streets, it's all that yuletide mindless violence that get's me.Quite what Sweet Jesus of Nazareth must think is anyones guess   Indeed, four of us Zarses are going to China to get away from the whole ghastly business of Christmas in the UK.  Roast pork and noodles and a big night out in a Shanghai titty bar has got to be better than endless repeats of Only Fools and Horses and a gut full of gas from too much turkey, Guinness and a nut allergy. So you chrismas lovers, you can all just piss off. I'm not interested. Got it? |
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« Reply #7 on: December 17, 2007, 02:03:15 pm » |
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...anyone who wishes me Merry Christmas can just bloody well sod off ..... Go on, you arent fooling me ... I know you just wanna lurk under the mistletoe for all sorts of seasonal snogs....  |
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« Reply #8 on: December 17, 2007, 02:08:04 pm » |
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...anyone who wishes me Merry Christmas can just bloody well sod off ..... Go on, you arent fooling me ... I know you just wanna lurk under the mistletoe for all sorts of seasonal snogs.... All the mistletoe round here is dead, killed by a fungus spawned of the awful wet weather this summer. |
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I wouldn't sit there if I were you, it's still a bit wet.
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« Reply #9 on: December 17, 2007, 02:18:03 pm » |
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My annual Humbug post. It's an entirely wretched time of year and anyone who wishes me Merry Christmas can just bloody well sod off So you chrismas lovers, you can all just piss off. I'm not interested. Got it? Andy, I think I have a solution for you. Granted a night in a Shanghai titty bar sounds like a fine alternative to being in the UK but a few years back I discovered the best way to spend Christmas is on a plane to New Zealand. If you leave the UK on Christmas Eve and fly direct with a two hour transit in the US this is what happens... Dept UK Christmas Eve Arrive LA Christmas Eve Dept LA Christmas Eve Arrive NZ Boxing Day I think you should look into it as an option for next year, and the year after that, and the year after that.  Dx |
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« Reply #10 on: December 17, 2007, 02:24:43 pm » |
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My annual Humbug post. It's an entirely wretched time of year and anyone who wishes me Merry Christmas can just bloody well sod off So you chrismas lovers, you can all just piss off. I'm not interested. Got it? Andy, I think I have a solution for you. Granted a night in a Shanghai titty bar sounds like a fine alternative to being in the UK but a few years back I discovered the best way to spend Christmas is on a plane to New Zealand. If you leave the UK on Christmas Eve and fly direct with a two hour transit in the US this is what happens... Dept UK Christmas Eve Arrive LA Christmas Eve Dept LA Christmas Eve Arrive NZ Boxing Day I think you should look into it as an option for next year, and the year after that, and the year after that. Dx Surely Doris that simply drags the whole shitty affair out for days on end? Granted, you're at 38,000 for the greater part of it, but I reckon it's best to get it all over and done with. Next... |
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I wouldn't sit there if I were you, it's still a bit wet.
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« Reply #11 on: December 17, 2007, 06:08:49 pm » |
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Surely Doris that simply drags the whole shitty affair out for days on end? Granted, you're at 38,000 for the greater part of it, but I reckon it's best to get it all over and done with. Next... On the contrary Andy. Christmas Day just doesn't happen. Well, technically I guess it happens for a few hours before you cross the intl date line once you've left LA but by then you're either fast asleep or drunk. Dx |
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Live imperfectly and with great delight.
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« Reply #12 on: December 18, 2007, 12:24:02 am » |
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Magnificent.
Never mind Andy, you might catch the shanhgai trots and avoid the whole shebang by spending all day on the bog.
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« Reply #13 on: December 18, 2007, 12:29:44 am » |
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Magnificent.
Never mind Andy, you might catch the shanhgai trots and avoid the whole shebang by spending all day on the bog.
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« Reply #14 on: December 18, 2007, 01:09:46 pm » |
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Oh, don't listen to "Mr Happy" eating worms in the corner. If they had decent traditional Chrismas numbers booming out over the PA systems in Crawley - you know, like the ones from Slade and Wizzard - he might not be quite so fractious and grumpy  . Mind you, I suppose it probably wouldn't make that much difference..... Anyway, no bah humbug here . Have a great Christmas and New Year to one and all, with many thanks for the common threads that brought us together and, through those and this forum, continue to provide much enjoyment through the year, and help and support where needed to cope with the ups and downs. All the very best to you all, MG Mark |
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