There's deffo something a bit weird

[TheCurly]

listening to a mate on the wireless and he's been all dead and everything

[Burney]

listening to a mate on the wireless and he's been all dead and everything

Is he communicating from beyond, c?

[TheCurly]

Is he communicating from beyond, c?

A wee radio special on his anniversary
Songs are one thing but the interview is altogether weird

[Sir C]

A wee radio special on his anniversary
Songs are one thing but the interview is altogether weird

Makes you think, dunnit. There he was, being interviewed, all alive and everything, with thoughts and ideas and beliefs and words and fears and hopes and all that. Next minute, dead, and NONE OF IT MATTERED.

It's a waste of time being alive and we all might as well be dead, that's my considered view.

[TheCurly]

Makes you think, dunnit. There he was, being interviewed, all alive and everything, with thoughts and ideas and beliefs and words and fears and hopes and all that. Next minute, dead, and NONE OF IT MATTERED.

It's a waste of time being alive and we all might as well be dead, that's my considered view.

Exactly.Burn the candle at both ends.Eat dead beastie in lard,drink like a swine and smoke like a chimberley

[Burney]

Makes you think, dunnit. There he was, being interviewed, all alive and everything, with thoughts and ideas and beliefs and words and fears and hopes and all that. Next minute, dead, and NONE OF IT MATTERED.

It's a waste of time being alive and we all might as well be dead, that's my considered view.

"So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry"

That's right. You've turned into Morrissey.

[Sir C]

"So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry"

That's right. You've turned into Morrissey.

I prefer Beckett, I think.

"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams for an instant, then it's night once more."

"Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps."

[Burney]

I prefer Beckett, I think.

"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams for an instant, then it's night once more."

"Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps."

Does one 'put on' forceps?

The Venerable Bede described life as equivalent to a sparrow flying into a mead hall from the night, being bathed in warmth and light for a brief period and then flying back out into darkness.

Cheery lot, yer Anglo-Saxons.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

I prefer Beckett, I think.

"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams for an instant, then it's night once more."

"Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps."

Only I hear the stones lament them:
deep they delved us, fair they wrought us,
high they builded us;
but they are gone. They are gone.

[Sir C]

Only I hear the stones lament them:
deep they delved us, fair they wrought us,
high they builded us;
but they are gone. They are gone.

The Hobbit?