Bliar says he's going to retire. Now let's give Bush the push. C'mon folks - brace yourselves!
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Happy New Year to all burrow inhabitants. I'm afraid I don't have a piece of coal. But I do have some nicely chilled vodka if you wouldn't mind joining me in a toast.
Give both of them heavy suet to eat for a month I say. BTW : Anticant I needed to report you today for unprofessional practices concerning your mince pies. The Craven District Council, in the UK, has informed Zola. ( see me site today) I acted in the public interest.
Sorry, Lavender. I didn't realise ladies were also present...
Also, perhaps I've been in Poland too long - the ladies, even when present don't usually do vodka shots.
But, of course things are different here. If you'll join in, here's one for you. I'd make it a double to compensate, but a Polish single is already a British double, as many visitors discover too late...
'...the ladies, even when present don't usually do vodka shots.' Apoplectic fit from the Merkin who suddenly realises that he has always met the wrong kind of Polish women. Usually.
Having had several bottles of real ale last night, I'm verrrry glad indeed that I went nowhere ner the bottle of Polish Vodka that was on the table. It would have finished me off for sure.
Was it not W.C. Fields or some such who said "that's no lady, that's my wife"? 'Other halves', of course, are an entirely different matter.
BTW, in the not so far-off days before open gay relationships - let alone Civil Partnerships - were even dreamed of, there was the slight social embarrassment of how to introduce your partner to those not 'in the know'. One solution was to say: "This is my um-er--" This led to such persons being colloquially referred to as 'Ummers'.
Was dear old Water Closet that misogynist? I suppose it might have been him. Or Henny Youngman (he of "Take my wife... Please!" [pause for laughter. none forthcoming]).
Actually, Kakofonia is my wife, and, given the size difference between us, upon mature reflection, I think "other third" might be a more arithmetically appropriate designation than "half".
anticant is the blogname of a lifelong free speech and civil rights campaigner. A lot of his life since WW2 has been taken up with battling against cruel and over-bossy laws, censorship, censoriousness, and Nanny Knows Best types. Now elderly and in poor health, anticant hopes his memories and thoughts will be of interest to those engaged in today's struggles for freedom, democracy, and a more hopeful tomorrow.
e-mail: anticant@hotmail.co.uk
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Happy New Year to all burrow inhabitants. I'm afraid I don't have a piece of coal. But I do have some nicely chilled vodka if you wouldn't mind joining me in a toast.
Give both of them heavy suet to eat for a month I say.
BTW : Anticant I needed to report you today for unprofessional practices concerning your mince pies. The Craven District Council, in the UK, has informed Zola. ( see me site today)
I acted in the public interest.
Thanks, Szwagier. Don't mind if we do. What's the toast in Polish? Prost?
Zola: Continuous barium meals, more like. See my response on your site to the burghers of Craven.
PS Zola, the Beadle left a message for you on yesterday's "Ah Dunno!" Did you see it?
Shall we have it Polish-style? A shot of ice-cold vodka followed by a sip of sparkling mineral water. Very civilised.
The toast today should be:
Na ten Nowy Rok - to the New Year.
So, gentlemen, Na ten Nowy Rok. Cheers!
So. I see women, in my case, ladies , are not included in the Szwagship toast.
PAH.
Sorry, Lavender. I didn't realise ladies were also present...
Also, perhaps I've been in Poland too long - the ladies, even when present don't usually do vodka shots.
But, of course things are different here. If you'll join in, here's one for you. I'd make it a double to compensate, but a Polish single is already a British double, as many visitors discover too late...
'...the ladies, even when present don't usually do vodka shots.'
Apoplectic fit from the Merkin who suddenly realises that he has always met the wrong kind of Polish women.
Usually.
Surely the right kind of Polish women, Merkin? Obviously not "ladies".
Having had several bottles of real ale last night, I'm verrrry glad indeed that I went nowhere ner the bottle of Polish Vodka that was on the table. It would have finished me off for sure.
Happy New Year, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Kakofonia, my other half, is one of those who does take vodka in shots. Are you suggesting, anticant, that she's not a lady? ;o)
If so, I'm afraid I may have to ask you to step outside. :o)
I knew she was a Lady, Anti.
Always got out of the swimming pool to have a pee.
Was it not W.C. Fields or some such who said "that's no lady, that's my wife"? 'Other halves', of course, are an entirely different matter.
BTW, in the not so far-off days before open gay relationships - let alone Civil Partnerships - were even dreamed of, there was the slight social embarrassment of how to introduce your partner to those not 'in the know'. One solution was to say: "This is my um-er--" This led to such persons being colloquially referred to as 'Ummers'.
Was dear old Water Closet that misogynist? I suppose it might have been him. Or Henny Youngman (he of "Take my wife... Please!" [pause for laughter. none forthcoming]).
Actually, Kakofonia is my wife, and, given the size difference between us, upon mature reflection, I think "other third" might be a more arithmetically appropriate designation than "half".
Are you by any chance the Man Without Qualities?
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