Unlike Sir C who is, I believe, something of a big girl's blouse, I can attend a

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

carol service and maintain a rugged, steely demeanour throughout; unless of course, they sing 'Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel. The opening gregorian refrain weakens my resolve and by the time I hear 'far from the face of God's dear son', manly tears roll down my cheeks.

[Sir C]

carol service and maintain a rugged, steely demeanour throughout; unless of course, they sing 'Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel. The opening gregorian refrain weakens my resolve and by the time I hear 'far from the face of God's dear son', manly tears roll down my cheeks.

It's not just carols, h. The opening bar of 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' is enough to set me off.

'Mistletoe and Wine' has me in floods.

[SWv2]

It's not just carols, h. The opening bar of 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' is enough to set me off.

'Mistletoe and Wine' has me in floods.

Will there be drink at the event?

[Sir C]

Will there be drink at the event?

Tonight? It's in a church, but I'm told there will be wine and mince pies to start.

After which I'm going to eat Vietnamese food, accompanied by a rake of pints.

[SWv2]

Tonight? It's in a church, but I'm told there will be wine and mince pies to start.

After which I'm going to eat Vietnamese food, accompanied by a rake of pints.

What do Vietnamers eat then?

[Burney]

It's not just carols, h. The opening bar of 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' is enough to set me off.

'Mistletoe and Wine' has me in floods.

Mince pies, sour, cold wine, a hard wooden bench in a cold church basement. Earnest, pink-faced Anglican types. Ugh. It's all coming back to me. :-(

[Sir C]

What do Vietnamers eat then?

They eat the good stuff, sw. From the deep, dark broth of the phó to the delicate refinement of the summer roll; the crisp deliciousness of the banh xeo to the hearty satisfaction of the cóm saigon.

You'd hate it.

[Monty92]

carol service and maintain a rugged, steely demeanour throughout; unless of course, they sing 'Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel. The opening gregorian refrain weakens my resolve and by the time I hear 'far from the face of God's dear son', manly tears roll down my cheeks.

I still cannot BELIEVE you think Ramsey didn't mean it :hehe: :clap: :hehe: :clap:

How can someone watch football for (presumably) decades and still have such a staggeringly weak instinct for the most basic rudimentaries of the game? It's genuinely bewildering.

I actually can't think of any other equivalent in life, where there can be such a gap between professed and *actual* levels of appreciation for a subject or pastime. I know I'm laughing at you, but I would genuinely be intrigued if you're able to shed any light on how this can happen...

[SWv2]

Mince pies, sour, cold wine, a hard wooden bench in a cold church basement. Earnest, pink-faced Anglican types. Ugh. It's all coming back to me. :-(

Hold on, this is some kind of Proddy ceremony?

Jesus didn't even die for them.

[Sir C]

Mince pies, sour, cold wine, a hard wooden bench in a cold church basement. Earnest, pink-faced Anglican types. Ugh. It's all coming back to me. :-(

I hardly think so, b. This is a classy organisation we're talking about here.

There will be prods, I'll grant you that.

[SWv2]

They eat the good stuff, sw. From the deep, dark broth of the phó to the delicate refinement of the summer roll; the crisp deliciousness of the banh xeo to the hearty satisfaction of the cóm saigon.

You'd hate it.

Well I would struggle from the off if the menu did not at least offer translations which i could ask for.

Ban Zeo?

[Burney]

What do Vietnamers eat then?

Noodles, rice, fish, sugar, pork, vegetables and chilli. I think that covers it. Oh, and beefy soup and nice sarnies.

It's quite good, sw. You should add it to your repertoire.

[Sir C]

Well I would struggle from the off if the menu did not at least offer translations which i could ask for.

Ban Zeo?

It is best to learn by wandering the streets of Saigon partaking at hawker stalls. Pointing with a quizzical look is enough to get locals falling over themselves to assist.

That is exactly how it is pronounced. wd sw!

[Burney]

Well I would struggle from the off if the menu did not at least offer translations which i could ask for.

Ban Zeo?


:nod: Keanu Reeves' character in The Matrix, sw.

[Sir C]

Noodles, rice, fish, sugar, pork, vegetables and chilli. I think that covers it. Oh, and beefy soup and nice sarnies.

It's quite good, sw. You should add it to your repertoire.

You miss the importance of herbs; herbs used as a vegetable, indeed. Herbs used as wrappers. Herby herby herby. You ignore the joys of clams as big as oysters (riddled with hepatitis, apparently) the freshwater prawns the size of small lobsters, the duck! And the dog :-(

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

You miss the importance of herbs; herbs used as a vegetable, indeed. Herbs used as wrappers. Herby herby herby. You ignore the joys of clams as big as oysters (riddled with hepatitis, apparently) the freshwater prawns the size of small lobsters, the duck! And the dog :-(

Thought you were talking about me c. I blushed like a maiden and started batting my lashes

[Burney]

I hardly think so, b. This is a classy organisation we're talking about here.

There will be prods, I'll grant you that.

They'll be pink-faced, earnest and have bad breath. They're all like that, protestant clergy.

I wandered into my local C of E church the other night because there was a Christmas fair on in the town, only to discover the vicar is a woman! A woman, ffs! How can you expect to get to heaven with a woman for a vicar?

Naturally, she was ugly, earnest, pink-faced and probably had bad breath. Certainly, she could have eaten an apple through a chain-link fence, so I assume the other aspects of her dentition were terrible.

[Burney]

You miss the importance of herbs; herbs used as a vegetable, indeed. Herbs used as wrappers. Herby herby herby. You ignore the joys of clams as big as oysters (riddled with hepatitis, apparently) the freshwater prawns the size of small lobsters, the duck! And the dog :-(

Oh, yeah. All that shït, too. No potatoes, though. :-(

[Sir C]

They'll be pink-faced, earnest and have bad breath. They're all like that, protestant clergy.

I wandered into my local C of E church the other night because there was a Christmas fair on in the town, only to discover the vicar is a woman! A woman, ffs! How can you expect to get to heaven with a woman for a vicar?

Naturally, she was ugly, earnest, pink-faced and probably had bad breath. Certainly, she could have eaten an apple through a chain-link fence, so I assume the other aspects of her dentition were terrible.

V's mother's local vicar is a woman who loves another woman, with whom she co-habits. Yes, a lesbonian vicar, no doubt engaging in unnatural practices.

[Burney]

Thought you were talking about me c. I blushed like a maiden and started batting my lashes

He called you a vegetable, h. :-(

[Sir C]

Oh, yeah. All that shït, too. No potatoes, though. :-(

:nono: Plenty of potatoes. Saigon is a goldmine of little French bistros run by Gauloise-puffing veterans who apparently never left. In the 'Nam one is rarely more than 10 minutes from a decent steak frites.

[Burney]

V's mother's local vicar is a woman who loves another woman, with whom she co-habits. Yes, a lesbonian vicar, no doubt engaging in unnatural practices.

Christ! What is wrong with these people? How can they allow themselves to be preached to by such open deviants?

Don't they know it's crucial to only allow yourself to be preached to by closeted deviants?

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

Thought you were talking about me c. I blushed like a maiden and started batting my lashes

What's dog like then c? I always imagine the meat will be a dark grey colour with a very slimey texture.

(your mum's a bit of a dog imo).

[Burney]

:nono: Plenty of potatoes. Saigon is a goldmine of little French bistros run by Gauloise-puffing veterans who apparently never left. In the 'Nam one is rarely more than 10 minutes from a decent steak frites.

Yes, but that's not Vietnamese food, is it? That's like saying UK food is a great source of okra because you can get a bhindi bhaji on most high streets.

[Sir C]

What's dog like then c? I always imagine the meat will be a dark grey colour with a very slimey texture.

(your mum's a bit of a dog imo).

I have only eaten dog once, and that was in a 5 star hotel in Bucharest during the Glorious Years of Socialism. Cutlet of dog was the only item available on the luncheon menu.

It was rank; grey, gristly and repulsive. Much like your mum.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

He called you a vegetable, h. :-(

I'll take no bricbats from a fellow that dines on man's best friend b

[Sir C]

Yes, but that's not Vietnamese food, is it? That's like saying UK food is a great source of okra because you can get a bhindi bhaji on most high streets.

I didn't say it was a great source of potatoes, I simply said that potatoes are freely available for those of you with more paysanne tastes. :shrug:

[Burney]

I have only eaten dog once, and that was in a 5 star hotel in Bucharest during the Glorious Years of Socialism. Cutlet of dog was the only item available on the luncheon menu.

It was rank; grey, gristly and repulsive. Much like your mum.

To be fair, the Romanians probably were never going to be able to do it justice, were they?

[Burney]

I'll take no bricbats from a fellow that dines on man's best friend b

'Man's best friend' - so we're still talking about your mum, right?

[Sir C]

To be fair, the Romanians probably were never going to be able to do it justice, were they?

It came, I remember, with boiled barley of such repulsiveness as to take the breath away.

One can certainly understand why some amongst us are so keen on such a system.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

I have only eaten dog once, and that was in a 5 star hotel in Bucharest during the Glorious Years of Socialism. Cutlet of dog was the only item available on the luncheon menu.

It was rank; grey, gristly and repulsive. Much like your mum.

So my intuition about the colour, held since I was a small child was correct. Your mother reeks only of gin and sodomy c.

[Burney]

It came, I remember, with boiled barley of such repulsiveness as to take the breath away.

One can certainly understand why some amongst us are so keen on such a system.

Ewww, barley. That's not fit for human consumption until it's been malted and put in beer. I immediately pass over any menu item I see that features 'Pearl barley', since I know I'll hate it.

[Ash]

V's mother's local vicar is a woman who loves another woman, with whom she co-habits. Yes, a lesbonian vicar, no doubt engaging in unnatural practices.

It must make you yearn for priests who rape little boys.

[Sir C]

It must make you yearn for priests who rape little boys.

Erm, why would it do that?

[Pokster]

It must make you yearn for priests who rape little boys.

Some of his best friends when he was a boy were Priests.,......

[Burney]

Erm, why would it do that?

Ignore a's foul anti-papism. He'll get his when he turns up at the Pearly Gates to discover there's a special, extra-painful Hell for protestants.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

To be fair, the Romanians probably were never going to be able to do it justice, were they?

Well old Nic and the disgusting old harridan Eleanor pinched all the good stuff for themselves.

Study the last 10 minutes of their lives. When Nicolas Ceausescu tries intimidating his captors by thumping the table with his fist, you can perceive at that point, Eleanor realising they will soon be dead.

[Ash]

Ignore a's foul anti-papism. He'll get his when he turns up at the Pearly Gates to discover there's a special, extra-painful Hell for protestants.

When you find out they are Pearl Barley gates you'll be unable to pass through them.

[Sir C]

Well old Nic and the disgusting old harridan Eleanor pinched all the good stuff for themselves.

Study the last 10 minutes of their lives. When Nicolas Ceausescu tries intimidating his captors by thumping the table with his fist, you can perceive at that point, Eleanor realising they will soon be dead.

What he did to that country would make Corbyn priapic for months.

[Sir C]

Ewww, barley. That's not fit for human consumption until it's been malted and put in beer. I immediately pass over any menu item I see that features 'Pearl barley', since I know I'll hate it.

The Poles on the ship I travelled on also served barley. Breakfast, lunch dinner was the same menu: Boiled egg, barley or potatoes.

[Burney]

The Poles on the ship I travelled on also served barley. Breakfast, lunch dinner was the same menu: Boiled egg, barley or potatoes.

Did you work your passage?


:snigger:

[Sir C]

Did you work your passage?


:snigger:

That was the theory but there was fúck all for me to do. I read and looked at the water, mainly. Fúck me but it was dull.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

What he did to that country would make Corbyn priapic for months.

You best get used to the idea of Jezza being PM. It's the kids d'ya see? Just promise them some sweeties and the opportunity of a place to live where the rent or mortgage doesn't ruin them and they will vote for you in their droves.

I blame Mrs T c. When she gifted all that council stock to whoever happened to be living in them, she succeeded in giving the UK housing market a permanent hard on. Now everyone, oiks included, thinks they have the right to accrue a great deal of wealth without actually doing any work, just by 'pur-chay-sing prupper-tay'.

[Burney]

That was the theory but there was fúck all for me to do. I read and looked at the water, mainly. Fúck me but it was dull.

I didn't really require an answer, tbh. I just wanted to make a childish joke about you being buggered by seamen. :shrug:

[Ash]

The Poles on the ship I travelled on also served barley. Breakfast, lunch dinner was the same menu: Boiled egg, barley or potatoes.

Sounds good.

Bulgar wheat is a fine slavic ballast. Bowl of that'll keep you going for a week.

[Sir C]

I didn't really require an answer, tbh. I just wanted to make a childish joke about you being buggered by seamen. :shrug:

Gosh, I'm terribly sorry about that.

[Burney]

Gosh, I'm terribly sorry about that.

No. It was interesting. I've been on big container ships. They strike me as places offering little in the way of entertainment.