Yes, that is pretty much it. THe maximum level of organisation I will permit isworking out whose round it is. Even a 'whip' is a bit too formal for me.
Anything coming under the umbrella of 'activities' is not my cup of tea. On a stag weekend in Newcastle Iwas railroaded into some sort of go-karting at 9 in the morning. I had got to bed at about 5 in the morning and felt terrible. I wasnt happy. After the'activity' we went to a pub to watch an Arsenal Spurs game (the stag party was about 50/50 split) and the game ended in a huge row between two or three of the party over a refereeing decision. Some awful things were saidand we were all asked to leave the pub.
I was almost collapsed on the floor laughing. Now THAT is fun
He is a great admirer of it because of the boot space.
The boot space.
He claims to remain unmoved by the wailing of my Aston at 7,000 rpm.
The man has no soul whatsoever.
Your car looks rather nice and it gives you - my friend - pleasure. On those bases, it delights me. Beyond that, I have no feelings about it whatsoever because it is merely a collection of bits of metal and whatnot.
Your car looks rather nice and it gives you - my friend - pleasure. On those bases, it delights me. Beyond that, I have no feelings about it whatsoever because it is merely a collection of bits of metal and whatnot.
Michelangelo's David is a lump of rock, turned into something emotionally moving by the hand of a genius. A Mozart concerto is a collection of vibrations detected by the earholes but made beautiful by man. You can see where I'm going with this...