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England Swings (for ivordavies)
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England Swings (for ivordavies) |
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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
England swings Like a pendulum do. Bobbies on bicycles ... ... I'm tandem biking with this guy on a trail through the English countryside. First it is downhill and that is easy. Then it is uphill and that is hard, or maybe I'm not peddling hard enough. We arrive at St. Paul's Cathedral. Here there are many English people walking around over huge piles of English sand on the English ground. The BBC informs us, in English, that the piles of English sand are really the naturally occurring form of a cake or English chocolate mix, an English product commercially available in England. But why would I want to buy this English stuff with English people walking around all over it? I walk into the church to hear the English service. but when the English service starts it is too loud. It might damage my American equipment. I run outside to find a South African place to hear it. I sit, Indian fashion, (That's Delhi! That's Delhi!) on the ground between two English ladies. We hold hands and drag ourselves clumsily over the English ground instead of getting up. We are looking for a place to hear the English service. We drag ourselves into English grassland with here and there some scattered English trees. I feel the English wind and smell the English grass and sunshine, thinking this must truly be a lovely English place. Then it dawns on me I could go faster by just getting up and walking, so I stand up, and since I'm holding English hands with the English ladies, they have to stand up too. We start walking, and then it dawns on me I cannot hear the English service, because I forgot to give the Anglican priest the phonic ear. I try to explain this to the English ladies but they say not to worry, that the English service was brief and is already ended. Then one of the English ladies tells me, confidentially that she doesn't have her English belt. I tell her no problem, I can help. I say that I can show her with my Texas jaw. I ponder: How could a proper English lady not have or know about her belt? I wonder: Is this about my jaws and her belts? Or maybe about her baws and my jelts? Or maybe her jaws and my belts? Or maybe it's the jaws getting eaten by the mouse? Is it true what Monte Python say ... the life of Brian and the holy grail ... that there are no elephants in Kent? England swings like a pendulum do? Bobbies on bicycles ... ... And then I wake up, laughing, and promised myself I'd not let this one slip away. And get this one out to you by one means or another. This is the quivering quill of the Southern Cross. So Ivordavies, is this a true depiction of life in England? This message comes to you from America, which is inside the United States Floating among the leaves of the tropopause Southern Cross |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
ayyyeeeee, Jaime! Methinks that pendulum bonked you! I'm hoping mister ivordavies reads this. |
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