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The pump went on my boiler once and it was hard to find a whole day to take off for the 15 minutes work. This situation went on for months until I got tired of heating everything through my own rage, and eventually did something about it.
Sometimes I wonder how the world would turn if I wasn’t here.
“Sexiness wears thin after awhile and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh everyday, ah, now that’s a real treat!” —Joanne Woodward
Henry Gondorf couldn’t possibly be dead; you’ve all been stung and only Robert Shaw could think such a thing. Cue some Scott Joplin. Yeah class bloke, superb career, great actor. Well he had to be to resist the opulent beauty of Elizabeth Taylor in ‘Hot Tin Roof’.
Perhaps I could name two other films I liked him in very much………’Fort Apache, The Bronx’, and the one he always said he had the most fun making, the under-rated ‘Slap Shot’.
I’d give a penny for one of ’em
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I’m fed up racing across the shop floor in slow motion to the sounds of my colleagues humming the theme tune from Chariots of Fire
Funny !
Even I laughed
You need to get yourself down those stairs faster in the morning. Try and raise yourself to the speed of an elephant being pushed up them.
That should do it.what could possibly be faster than flying
sleeping AT work
@bon bon wrote:
@toybulldog wrote:
@bon bon wrote:
I’m fed up racing across the shop floor in slow motion to the sounds of my colleagues humming the theme tune from Chariots of Fire
Funny !
Even I laughed
You need to get yourself down those stairs faster in the morning. Try and raise yourself to the speed of an elephant being pushed up them.
That should do it.
@bon bon wrote:
I’m fed up racing across the shop floor in slow motion to the sounds of my colleagues humming the theme tune from Chariots of Fire
Funny !
when I saw him in Somebody Up There Likes Me, in the role ear-marked for James Dean, I thought I was looking at old pictures of me dad.
But in the Silver Chalice he looked more like me mum.
“We are such spendthrifts with our lives,” Mr. Newman once told a reporter. “The trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I’m not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out.”
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On the Western Seaboard of South Uist
Los muertos abren los ojos a los que vivren
I found a pigeon’s skull on the machair,
All the bones pure white and dry, and chalky,
But perfect,
Without a crack or a flaw anywhere.At the back, rising out of the beak,
Were domes like bubbles of thin bone,
Almost transparent, where the brain had been
That fixed the tilt of the wings.With the exception of the first line, the words of ‘Perfect’ were taken from ‘Porth-y-Rhyd’, a short story in a collection by Glyn Jones entitled The Blue Bed, published in 1937.
