Thought Id start this one going because its rather dead on this board at the moment and I suppose all my usual muckers are either at the Stella tennis event watching Dim Tim (lose again) or at Henly Regatta eating cucumber sandwiches (they wish,...NOT).

Anyway please feel free to just talk to yourself blast away and let it go on any company or subject you wish. Just wish Id thought of this one before.

cheers GF.

Which banks are going to get money out of 65bln repaid by Lehman?
17bln to be paid next week.

http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/84de9064-8427-11e1-9d54-00144feab49a.html#axzz1rpecfkYZ

get on tanks for that running in a few mins 8.1 aintree

Big Bang solved.

Another u-turn on the cards.

Interesting how a PM who advises other countries and the world in general, isn't able to govern his own country efficiently.

I hear he and Osborne are consulting the people once again, before presenting their next ill-thought-out policy retreat.

The pair are becoming a laughing stock. (Are a laughing stock.)

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I wonder, if universities will have to put up fees, or close departments, as a result of loss of some of its charity support due to changes in tax regulations.

But a country which relies on charity for its institutions and other welfare groups doesn't seem to have much respect for itself.

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Surely, any reasonable government would consider the consequences of their actions before they put them into actions.

Are they still imbibing?

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Remember the old days of Maggie?

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Do you remember Ed Balls shouting 'Flashman' at Cameron? Ed Balls went to an exclusive private school in Nottingham. He then went to Oxford, like many other public schoolboys. He joined the Oxford University Conservative Association. He also joined the male drinking club called 'the Steamers'. He then went on to Harvard.

Here is a picture of Ed Balls dressed as a Nazi from those drinking club days while his friend is mooning. He does seem to be staring at his crotch.

Livingstone’s scripted tears

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LOL,

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Hays,

Strange which events stick in our memories.

He must have been led astray by his peer group.

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N,

I am told that I have been in a disorderly decline for over 70 years.

The worry is that members of my family have told one another that the decline is becoming more rapid.

I think it is time to plan another forage into France, before it is too late.

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But I don't think a "country" has necessarily to decline.

If it does not have false beliefs about itself, its own importance and adjusts to the present international and political realities.


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Have a good weekend.

PS.

The country has to stop repeating old mistakes and make new ones instead!

8 )

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Or forray - subtle difference :-)

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M - Forget sub, Fred is just a tool end of.

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You boys are beginning to confuse me, more than I am normally.

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Foraging reminds me of "Wild Camping" and meeting a little Irish man who used to go on forays for food around the beach and estuary in Portugal. He left early in the mornings, with a haversack on a fishing rod and return in the evening for his barbecue of Trout or Bass and his Wild Asparagus , Fennel and various herbs.

We had to provide the wine.

Warm memories of Portugal and its beaches on warm nights with no responsibilities.

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My feelings are espoused by Dylan Thomas.

I think I am politically agnostic.

But what irritates me is the arrogance of those who believe they can walk on water, and lead gullible followers into the depths with ill-conceived ideologies.

A little more humility from some leading politicians would be acceptable.

The problems of government without to much strife increasingly amazes me.

Thank God (if there is one) that I am just a vociferous spectator.



DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Truly awful Cornwall eye-gouge man admits blinding girlfriend