[toybulldog]

What a charade. What a circus.

All you really ever have in cyberland is your name, and the rest is inconsequential rambling. All individuality is bound up in your handle. I recall the gloria / dagger / february / habit of bandying about passwords.
And now we have the sleep-inducing thin ice / rio / cosy public mess going on and on and on ad finitum.

Have they no self-respect ? In every case they’re either bullies or victims.

Completely pointless.

[toybulldog]

I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I’m going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you’re gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time

Songwriters: Wilson, Eleanor / Lorentzen, Mari / Reed, Caroline / Ellis, Simon / Rohen, Emma

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl3vxEudif8

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[toybulldog]

Will, you really need to understand what’s going on behind certain “people’s” posts, and then think before you do your own.

Two major miracles is not a lot to ask for, surely ?

[toybulldog]

@panda12 wrote:

@toybulldog wrote:

Well, never mind.

Your entry for The Most Boring Post of 2011 has been submitted, and that’s the main thing.

It was interesting enough for you to take the time to read and comment upon though, wasn’t it?

Not really.
You’ve completely under-estimated the value of pedantic and pointless mischief making.

Please try not to do it again.

[toybulldog]

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You advertise for one position and over five hundred replies come in. Everything gets printed off and the best applications, CV’s and hand-written letters will stand out a mile.

These get dumped immediately – they’ll invariably be from older applicants and you’re trying to ‘Give the Young a Chance’ here, so illegal discrimination on the basis of age is absolutely necessary. The hundreds left will be pared down again and again, all in the evening of course because work takes precedence during the day, until you have enough left to start ringing round.

None of the rejected will receive a reply. On the pretext of checking availability for discussion more can be discarded after hearing them on the phone. The final twenty come in for an interview process that will take up two complete days. Fifteen will actually arrive, including the ideal candidate. Two will actually leave their cans of Red Bull on the table. But everyone who turned up gets a call thanking them for their time, with particular attention given to your two stand-bys.

Fast forward two months and, hopefully, you repeat job training with one of the latter because it never worked out with number one anyway. Or you simply give the position to someone new who’s appeared through word-of-mouth and avoid going through the whole rigmarole again.

This is the reality for most businesses and any pleasure taken in giving some lucky soul employment is quite offset by the expense and effort involved, and by the discrimination, dissapointment and rejection handed out.

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[toybulldog]

Room . . . Lobby . . . . Room . . . Lobby . . . . . . . . . .

sorry Netty I don’t understand your post at all.

Is it a Chinese puzzle, like Pete + GD being best mates ?

[toybulldog]

To My Mother
by George Barker

Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far,
Under the huge window where I often found her
Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand,
Irresistible as Rabelais but most tender for
The lame dogs and hurt birds that surround her,—
She is a procession no one can follow after
But be like a little dog following a brass band.

She will not glance up at the bomber or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
But lean on the mahogany table like a mountain
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
O all her faith and all my love to tell her

see ya later mum
xT

[toybulldog]

@rubyred wrote:

I love the jingle jangly geetar.. I think o you a lot TB.. not in a deep love kinda way :) as i know we will be pals forever.. from morningside crescent to the auld apollo..

I prefer lifes jingly jangly..geetar or acoustic set. as wel as love, in a non love way.. how easily we forget,aboot the pheasants to the peasants the apollo to the swallow.. in renfield street yet..

may yer life be forever jingle jangled !

aye!

Aye, it’s a long road from the hormonic and not harmonic spit-riddled Ballroom to this 21st century way of life. Isn’t it funny how families decline and grow at the same time ? The names and upbringing stay the same but the characters are so different !

There must be a jingly-jangly unwritten tribute to that, and I’m just the man to write it – if only I passed my GCSE in Applied Jingly-Janglyness. Still, I’m proud of my days as a drummer in a band that never made it, even when all and sundry benefitted from the bandwagon. But those library books were just so damn interesting.

Kate was never Pebbles or Terry or any of them, but still, rubyred, it remains the case that you grace this place.

xT

[toybulldog]

No.
Don’t give the young a chance. Let them fight for it.

If they’re terminally fook-witted why should they get one. A quick sacking is their best option and will provide a salutary lesson. Kids who weren’t suited to employment years ago were soon dismissed so why should things be any different now, in current economic circumstances ?

It’s very difficult trying to gainfully help a lad who’s just been dropped off by his mum still clutching the bowl of cereal she had to make for him.

True story.

[toybulldog]

@best man wrote:

little scrawny terrier bit my ankle yesterday the bstrd
the woman says sorry luv he dont normally do that
i thought just my luck eh i was only going to the paper shop,
blood all over my socks and all that,little tw@t

It probably realised you were impersonating someone else and so bared its teeth accordingly.

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