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I guess not :roll:
Shouldn’t all belt references be on the fat n happy thread?
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@terry wrote:
I meant without having to google it.
:lol: You naughty girl tel [-X
I’m sure when you apply one of your customary grammar / punctuation scrutinies to my post you will deduce that consistent inconsistencies in keeping with my overall M.O. will negate any inference towards any irregular use of “googling”.
Bitch!
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@terry wrote:
It’s st. George’s day today and there are unioin jacks all over town. :roll:
Can anyone tell me the difference between “United Kingdom” and “Great Britain”?
“Great Britain” is the island landmass east of the island of Ireland Teldorado.
It’s comprised of three main countries – England, Scotland and Wales – and various inclusive and adjoining smaller territories.
Coming about through various phases of union between the same – the England, Scotland, Wales axis is often refered to as the “Mainland” of the United Kingdom.The 1800 Act OF Union gave us the coming together of this Mainland and the island of Ireland, bringing about the “United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland”.
Subsequent events split this joining producing a partitioned Ireland.The revised version of the above mentioned “United Kingdom” now includes the mainland of Great Britain and six of Ireland’s thirty two counties… “The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland”.
All of this now living harmoniously alongside a twenty six county “Republic of Ireland” :)
As stated before, although not technically or geographically part of the landmass that is Great Britain, a large proportion of Northern Irish people consider themselves “British”.
Happy St. George’s Day to all my English friends btw :)
THE GOING
Why did you give no hint that night
That quickly after the morrow’s dawn,
And calmly, as if indifferent quite,
You would close your term here, up and be gone
Where I could not follow
With wing of swallow
To gain one glimpse of you ever anon!Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word, while I
Saw morning harden upon the wall,
Unmoved, unknowing
That your great going
Had place that moment, and altered all.Why do you make me leave the house
And think for a breath it is you I see
At the end of the alley of bending boughs
Where so often at dusk you used to be;
Till in darkening dankness
The yawning blankness
Of the perspective sickens me!You were she who abode
By those red-veined rocks far West,
You were the swan-necked one who rode
Along the beetling Beeny Crest,
And, reining nigh me,
Would muse and eye me,
While Life unrolled us its very best.Why, then, latterly did we not speak,
Did we not think of those days long dead,
And ere your vanishing strive to seek
That time’s renewal? We might have said,
“In this bright spring weather
We’ll visit together
Those places that once we visited.”Well, well! All’s past amend,
Unchangeable. It must go.
I seem but a dead man held on end
To sink down soon. . . . O you could not know
That such swift fleeing
No soul foreseeing–
Not even I–would undo me so!Beats being slim and unhappy I suppose :roll:
As a humourous little sidetrack, here’s Irish author Joseph O’Connor (brother of Sinead) doing a clever little take on our overuse of the word “like” ..
@terry wrote:
I mean – don’t you get p1ssed off with Americans who “do” British accents??
:evil:
I dislike British and Irish “doing” forms of the whole Transatlantic mutilation of accents gig (such as “upspeak”) more Telsbells.