as we live through these 'historic days' of absolute 'turmoil' and utter 'national crisis', it's heartening to note how very few fúcks the man on the Clapham omnibus actually gives as he goes about his daily business in the same quiet, steadfast manner in which he comports himself every day.
wd British hoi polloi. No tanks on the streets for us.
It's not the time for getting aereated just yet, tbh. Let's see what actually happens before we get angry about it.Originally Posted by Sir C
Oh life is far too short for anger, old chap. Consider the beauty of a spring dawn, the wonder of man's ingenuity, the song of the nightingale, the bit in Zulu with Michael Caine shouting, "Front rank fire!" Here is peace. Perfect peace.
Is that a threat,b?
Not at all. Me telling you that we'll be stringing your sort up from lampposts e're long would be a threat.
You have to admit it is all rather funny.Not at all. Me telling you that we'll be stringing your sort up from lampposts e're long would be a threat.
Of course. Most things are when looked at dispassionately.
Also, I do find the liberation from party politics rather wonderful. I increasingly find myself genuinely not being able to tell purely from what they say which party MPs represent anymore.
You were in Clapham today? My word!
Good Lord no, not literally Clapham. Mind you, I believe I heard that Clapham is on the way up, as it were? When I was a youth it was pretty much a dangerous ghetto.
It certainly is. I think it's actually pronounced Clarf'm now. The area between Clapham and Wandsworth commons, known as 'Nappy Valley' is so terribly terribly that on the Northcote Road you can't even get a proper breakfast any more. Crushed avocados only, I'm afraid.
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