"I'm going out on the turps tonight with EMS. Don't wait up."
Earth hath not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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You sure that's about London? The sun appears to be steeping.
Pretty sure it's about London, Bob.
I'll ask Wordsworth when he gets back from his piss-up with EMS.
*A sample of English, as employed by modern British youth, posted sometime last month by an irate EMS.*
"That song is well good, innit? It's qwali'ee. For realz, innit."
The language seems to be progressing nicely.
I think we need to bring back 'doth'
along with pantaloons and spittoons and snuff
And crinolines
You'd be up for wearing a crinoline, wouldn't you Squib?
Oh yes! I love big boofy dresses
Squib, you'd love my wedding dress!
Looks like it's crinolines all around for the TSFKA chicks.
So long as corsets aren't involved, I'm keen.
I've always wanted to try to do a Sarah Henley, anyway.
Preferably without internal injuries.
All we have to do is sign up Melba and Kettle and we're set for "Crinoline Monday"!
I'll be the one in the corner in PCV.
Hi Bob !!!
OMG, Ramon, and there's even crinoline verse (Alex's link)
Puss, I must see! Beck in the day, I had a ginormous silk frock made by Princess Bride. I went to powder my nose and the skirt caught on the door handle in the Ladies and tore. Also, I forgot to put the bustle back up when we went to the lighthouse and the hem was dragged in fish oil and petrol
the hem was dragged in fish oil and petrol
You certainly go to some interesting parties, Squib.
The skirt looks like this dress, but the bodice looks like this dress, but add silk organza cap sleeves, and the ribbon is more like this one in placement.
I have named it "Fluffy"!
You certainly go to some interesting parties, Squib.
At the last one, I was wearing antlers and people were playing lawn bowls and when nearly everyone had gone I was asking when were they going to bring the cake out but then I remembered I'd eaten some cake and sung Happy Birthday at some point
Puss, oh! I love the ribbon and all the bits, lovely
Pepsi, if you mean PVC then I'll need to rethink my painted-on slacks.
Pepsi! Hello!
Yep, sign me up for crinoline Monday, Ramon.
And Puss, I'm not *sure* about the placement of the ribbon.
Nooooo!! The ribbon is the best bit
PCV, lol, its my political correct version of PVC.
Painted on slacks require extensive hair removal before application Bob.
Hi Melba.
I am not partial to the place of the ribbon either, it reminds me of a harness.
Crinoline Monday, I couldnt fit on the bus.
Don't you mean hansom cab, Pepsi?
Trust me, it suits my body type. I tried the ribbon around the waist and it looked awful. Then we moved it up to where I am putting it, and it was instant love!
Well Puss I *suppose* you know best.
Only joshing.
What shoes are you wearing?
I think we need to bring back 'doth'
along with pantaloons and spittoons and snuff
Yes yes, Squib! I do like a good 'doth'. And 'weft' - we should spend more time talking about 'weft' these days.
Apart from all the early deaths from what are now easily treatable diseases the nineteenth century is my favourite; bring on 'Crinoline Monday' (and hand me my snuff, I say).
Do we get t-shirts or something?
You know, I used to quite like this poem until I had to teach it to Year 8s.
One of these days before I go home, I'll have to see if I can manage a sunrise upon Westminster Bridge. In the meantime, I shall look forward to Crinoline Monday.
Wordsworth passes on his regards, BTW.
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