Tedious, ungrammatical, unoriginal and tasteless crap from someone old enough to know better.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
I am sure that the BBC would not appreciate my captioning this picture: "What a bunch of twats", even if I acknowledged having optained the picture from them. So, instead, I shall call it. "Derby Day at Epsom".
Dave, I dunno, I thought Derby was in Derbyshire, not Surrey. I've been watching the test match. The fancy dress there was so much better. Joan? I think it is what these people are saying to each other, as in "Joan half of Natwest Bank?" or some such.
I once travelled on the 10.15 out of Waterloo to a meeting. I forget where, but I coincided with the ladies going to 'Ladies Day' at Ascot. The train was crammed to the uppers with fragrant women in posh frocks and wide hats. The train itself was of course standard British Rail suburban fare: 30 years old, covered with graffiti, vague smell of spilt beer and urine from the night before, old crisp packets stuffed into the cracks between the seating upholstery.
The thing that amazed me about these women was that they clearly weren't as posh as they'd have liked us all think. Or they'd have taken a cab / borrowed daddy's jag / hired the Chelsea charabanc.
Mark, I take it you did not have your AK47 with you that day. Raincoaster. I do not know. If I find a later photograph of him wearing a green suit, then we will be able to draw inferences.
IP, now I am confused. I don't know who John McQuirie is, and may have stood next to him myself at some stage. However, is it you or the man who owned Bolivia who stood next to Mr McQuirie? This is important. Please help us all by replying promptly. With reference to an earlier query, I can tell you that it was unlikely that the man in the grey suit is picking his nose. The nose picking handicap is held at Doncaster in September during the St Leger meeting (and who the fuck names a saint after an accountancy practice?), so either the gentleman is innocent of the charges, or committing a gross breach of protocol.
It is with great sadness that I see so many of you taking the piss out of the very people who make Britain Great. People who really know how to enjoy themselves to the full. What can be more harmless than spending a day wandering around with all your poncy mates with hats that look so ridiculous that frankly you would have to be a complete twat to wear one. Live and let live, that's what I say. A bit more tolerance all round would surely only be a good thing. God save the queen and all who sail in her.
I don't know about anything across the pond, but here in the USA you can get frocks and hats like the ones in the picture at Wal-mart every year just before Easter time. So I don't understand what all the fuss is about.
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What is this Derby Day of which you speak? Which one is Joan? Was cricket in any way involved in the proceedings?
We need to be told these things.
Dave, I dunno, I thought Derby was in Derbyshire, not Surrey. I've been watching the test match. The fancy dress there was so much better.
Joan? I think it is what these people are saying to each other, as in "Joan half of Natwest Bank?" or some such.
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I think I saw this in movie once. Eliza Doolittle was involved and there was some singing.
That's as close as I'll ever get to a derby day.
Here's a caption for you . . .
"I hear that Joe Chamberlain's boy is an up-and-comer, and that he may even become PM one day."
"I wish I'd said that."
"You will, Adolf, you will."guhkt
There's where my code verification went.
I once travelled on the 10.15 out of Waterloo to a meeting. I forget where, but I coincided with the ladies going to 'Ladies Day' at Ascot. The train was crammed to the uppers with fragrant women in posh frocks and wide hats. The train itself was of course standard British Rail suburban fare: 30 years old, covered with graffiti, vague smell of spilt beer and urine from the night before, old crisp packets stuffed into the cracks between the seating upholstery.
The thing that amazed me about these women was that they clearly weren't as posh as they'd have liked us all think. Or they'd have taken a cab / borrowed daddy's jag / hired the Chelsea charabanc.
It's all smoke and mirrors, this being posh.
Is that fellow in the grey suit picking his nose? Well, what can you expect of someone in a grey suit, eh?
Mark, I take it you did not have your AK47 with you that day.
Raincoaster. I do not know. If I find a later photograph of him wearing a green suit, then we will be able to draw inferences.
I've been. Living proof that they'll let any old trollope in.
IP, now I am confused.
I don't know who John McQuirie is, and may have stood next to him myself at some stage.
However, is it you or the man who owned Bolivia who stood next to Mr McQuirie? This is important. Please help us all by replying promptly.
With reference to an earlier query, I can tell you that it was unlikely that the man in the grey suit is picking his nose. The nose picking handicap is held at Doncaster in September during the St Leger meeting (and who the fuck names a saint after an accountancy practice?), so either the gentleman is innocent of the charges, or committing a gross breach of protocol.
It is with great sadness that I see so many of you taking the piss out of the very people who make Britain Great. People who really know how to enjoy themselves to the full. What can be more harmless than spending a day wandering around with all your poncy mates with hats that look so ridiculous that frankly you would have to be a complete twat to wear one.
Live and let live, that's what I say. A bit more tolerance all round would surely only be a good thing. God save the queen and all who sail in her.
I don't know about anything across the pond, but here in the USA you can get frocks and hats like the ones in the picture at Wal-mart every year just before Easter time. So I don't understand what all the fuss is about.
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