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I shall not touch the meths until New Year’s Eve. It’s tradition.

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@The Observer wrote:

This ‘Come out on Sundays’ is this a question or an order? :? :lol:

An observation. :lol:

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@The Observer wrote:

Are you referring to the Tibetan Lhasa Apso?

Anyone having such a dog is consider a lucky breeder :D

:lol: Oi. I’ve told you once – you only come out on Sundays. Now bugger orf.

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:lol: Oh, I see. I was rather hoping for
@In Pikey’s fevered imagination, broken and corrupted by too many mince pies, Robyn wrote:

Oh, I don’t know, big boy, just teach me a lesson I’ll never forget…

Still, Lapsang Souchong is a tea from south-east China. It smells and tastes strongly of tobacco, at least to me. A dog end is the remains of a smoked cigarette.

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:D Certainly, Robyn. With regard to what?

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I’m sailing away
Set an open course for the virgin sea
‘Cause I’ve got to be free
Free to face the life that’s ahead of me
On board I’m the captain
So climb aboard
We’ll search for tomorrow
On every shore
And I’ll try, oh Lord, I’ll try
To carry on

I look to the sea
Reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends
And the dreams we had

We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we’ll try best that we can to carry on

(yeah)

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys ha)

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me

I thought that they were angels
But much to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship
And headed for the star thay said’

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(everybody now)

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me

Make it funky now!

Hey, you’re screwin’ up my song
Hey, What’s goin’ on

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me chidren

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me children

No, no, no, no, like this, like this!!!

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys can’t here ya’)

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)

Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(seriously you guys, screw you guys)

Come sail away
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)

Come sail away
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)

Eric Cartman & Chef ~ Come Sail Away

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:lol: Not banning his siggy, though, are you?

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:lol: I thought this was going to be about waistlines. 42″ is about what mine’ll be when I finish off all this tuck laying about the place.

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:lol: Good call, GG.

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Talkin’ gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Talkin’ gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Gotta have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin’ in a doorway still as a mouse

Saw the bullfighter’s last stand
I’ve been drinkin’ dust
I’ve been kickin’ cans
All my family, they went home
Let me in Portugal, all alone

Thought I saw that caravan
But it was just a car park man
Said to me as I stood in line
There’s nothing in the world as sad as time

Well if nothing comes to nothing
Then what’s the point?
I sat right down and I built my joint
Flat caps they just pass me by
The dust pneumonia left me dry

Talkin’ gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Talking gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose

Three days later when I awoke,
My dust filled lungs could hardly cope
Realised I was not alone
I was in the old car park man’s home

Looked out the window at the local scenes
On the ledge were some grilled sardines
Then through the door in came the maid
Said Maria was her name

Long dark hair and copper skin
Washed away my seven sins
Said senor what’s this bad news
Told her of my gypsy blues

Maria laughed and said you’re cute
You don’t need no gypsy boots
Picked myself up off the floor
I don’t need them boots no more

Coral ~ Gypsy Market Blues

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