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15 February, 2008 at 7:09 pm #312217
funny
x15 February, 2008 at 6:50 pm #312430@minim wrote:
I am in no way excusing what he did, the man is a monster, but why.. oh why was someone who had his kind of psychological profile allowed close contact with such a small child, and why… was a schizophrenic mother and her mothering ability not followed up carefully, particularly as the father was this particular man.
I suppose that nobody would believe that anyone would do what he did to a tiny baby.
It is just so very very sad.
Care in the community..another disastrous legacy from the Thatcher government.
all true, and cath has answered those questions very well.
15 February, 2008 at 6:46 pm #312523a prison sentence would mean long hours spent in confined spaces, quite possibly in the company of non-smokers.
Why – do you hate them too ?
15 February, 2008 at 6:42 pm #312446i saw two shooting stars last night and wished on them
but they were only satellitesits wrong to wish on space hardware
i wish i wish i wish you cared………..yeah I think Billy Bragg would shoot the thing down too. Will my mobile still work after ? someone may ring me, or I may require some food delivered………..
15 February, 2008 at 1:05 pm #312374I can see the attraction of legal action for him, after all it is also a form of gambling, with financial implications depending on whether he wins or loses.
hardly the best way of treating that particular addiction
13 February, 2008 at 7:14 pm #311668@sharongooner wrote:
we studied this one to death for our GCSE English lit, and Ive never forgotten a single word of it,
Dulce Et Decorum Est
BENT double, like old beggars under sacks
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime…
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
my friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.Wilfred Owen
wow to that one sharon
13 February, 2008 at 7:12 pm #311667@Sgt Pepper wrote:
Chamber Music
XXXVI
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?i is wel appy at dis stuf getin postid……………………………………………
x13 February, 2008 at 6:52 pm #311388@minim wrote:
Oh and just to illustrate the point.. who would bother to put a link to a site about First Aid and asphyxia if they were joking???????
Gawd..you all obviously wouldn’t recognise sarcasm if it painted itself purple and did a tap dance on a harpsichord whilst singing….Sarcasm is here again!!! :shock:
yes but minim, if sarcasm could personify itself and achieve all those wondrous popidolesque skills – then would it not deserve to be happier with itself too ?
we try and we fail and we try and rebel we try cash on the nail
but its just a fairy tale and i dont believe in magic anymoremorrissey / “jeanne”
8 February, 2008 at 5:18 pm #310783Woof ! Woof Woof !!
six left
7 February, 2008 at 7:17 pm #308761L O L !
but nay sunbeam, for you claim to talk the Brit !
if shifting a fecking plate outta ya gob is wot ya meant then………………..actually thats quite a good answer.
MWaaHHHHHHHHHHH !!
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