Or something like that.

I was challenged with '4 x the illustrated Betjeman', which was rather good fun.

We begin with the poem 'Bristol', which contains the verse

Ringers in an oil-lit belfry - Bitton? Kelston? who shall say? -
Smoothly practicing a plain course, caverned out the dying day
As their melancholy music flooded up and ebbed away.


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Maslow's heirarchy of tea: The mental calculation involved in working out the most efficient beverage distribution plan when it's your turn to brew up.

Corporeal punishment: Having to be somewhere you'd rather not ( Read more... )

If you lived in the sort of house where they kept shotguns and green wellies, your parents had this poem on a teatowel. (Bottom half of the page) Good and obvious advice that's clearly never troubled the alleged ruling elite in Septic-land.

This story sums it up well for me. (Useless bunch of bastards not fit to run a sweetshop and play with cap- ( Read more... )