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17 April, 2009 at 5:01 pm #395430
Clement Freud was a Liberal MP, writer and TV personality, and related to media figure Emma and they all part of the great Doctor’s family I believe. But you had to be born like ages ago to know that. :lol:
watched a programme on Humphrey Lyttleton recently, what amazing energy right to the end.
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17 April, 2009 at 4:36 pm #395449@bassingbourne55 wrote:
Further evidence of my theory posted above, fresh from the BBC News website – Tory MP Damien Green says he was told by police he could face life imprisonment if convicted of leaking government secret.
’tis madness.
Everybody has these stories of over-reaction. Last week an 11 year old boy had four policemen knock on his door. He had called a classmate ‘Gay’ in an e-mail. But kids have been using this term for donkeys and by it they mean ‘Naff’ not ‘Homosexual’. Surely there should be a teacher or childrens social worker present in this kind of situation – someone who can translate for Mr Plod.
Which proves that the English language evolves a lot faster than the authorities can sort out their wasteful operational methods, which will include having to attend a hearing as the parents have made a complaint and imagine the paperwork now involved.
Public Service department think they can run things like a business and use buzzwords like ‘Internal Market’ and ‘Consumers’ but it’s all rather a load of round-shaped fingys really.
On our money..
17 April, 2009 at 11:35 am #395436ello brown bear Happy One geezer
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16 April, 2009 at 5:39 pm #383849Before Play
One shuts one eye
Peers into oneself into every corner
Looks at oneself to see there are no spikes no thieves
No cuckoo’s eggsOne shuts the other eye too
Crouches then jumps
Jumps high high high
To the top of oneselfThence one drops by one’s own weight
For days one drops deep deep deep
To the bottom of one’s abyssHe who is not smashed to smithereens
He who remains whole and gets up whole
He plays.
16 April, 2009 at 5:38 pm #383848The Nail
One be the nail another the pincers
The others are workmenThe pincers grip the nail by the head
Grip him with their teeth with their hands
And tug him tugTo get him out of the floor
Usually they only pull his head off
It’s hard to get a nail out of a floorThen the workmen say
The pincers are no good
They smash their jaws and break their arms
And throw them out of the windowAfter that someone else be the pincers
Someone else the nail
The others are workmen16 April, 2009 at 5:37 pm #383847Hide-and-Seek
Someone hides from someone
Hides under his tongue
He looks for him under the earthHe hides in his forehead
He looks for him in the skyHe hides in his forgetting
He looks for him in the grassLooks for him looks
Where doesn’t he look for him
And looking for him loses himself.
16 April, 2009 at 5:36 pm #383846The Rose Thieves
Someone be a rose tree
Some be the wind’s daughters
Some the rose thievesThe rose thieves creep up on the rose tree
One of them steals a rose
Hides it in his heartThe wind’s daughters appear
See the tree stripped of its beauty
And give chase to the rose thievesOpen up their breasts one by one
In some they find a heart
In some so help me noneThey go on opening up their breasts
Until they uncover one heart
And in that heart the stolen rose.
16 April, 2009 at 5:35 pm #383845He
Some bite off the others’
Arm or leg or whateverTake it between their teeth
Run off as quick as they can
Bury it in the earthThe others run in all directions
Sniff search sniff search
Turns up all the earthIf any are lucky enough to find their arm
Or leg or whatever
It’s their turn to biteThe game goes on briskly
As long as there are arms
As long as there are legs
As long as there is anything whatever.
16 April, 2009 at 5:33 pm #383844The Seed
Someone sows someone
Sows him in his head
Stamps the earth down wellWaits for the seed to sprout
The seed hollows out his head
Turns it into a mouse hole
The mice eat the seedThey drop dead
The wind comes to live in the empty head
And gives birth to chequered breezes.
16 April, 2009 at 12:33 pm #394086very belated happy returns rose x xx
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