tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post114234232534846689..comments2024-02-23T13:00:04.071+00:00Comments on Kaliyuga Kronicles: In the very temple of delightVicus Scurrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-61892400494984154772008-05-03T01:06:00.000+01:002008-05-03T01:06:00.000+01:00Forget that nonsense, I see Boris has "won" London...Forget that nonsense, I see Boris has "won" London. Was there a tombola?Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01313387849115278988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-88081078943748367042008-05-02T19:40:00.000+01:002008-05-02T19:40:00.000+01:00((phew!))It would then seem that we here in the Co...((phew!))<BR/>It would then seem that we here in the Colonies are quite fortunate to know nothing of Keats, Shelley or any other 'poet' for that matter.<BR/>In point of fact the closest that we ever get to poet, is Poe...then it goes straight to Popular Mechanics and on to the Q's.Romeo Morningwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10826410608415260786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-15355658088187785402008-05-02T18:24:00.000+01:002008-05-02T18:24:00.000+01:00Cider With Rosie has what annoying people call the...Cider With Rosie has what annoying people call the feelgood factor. In other words, not the sort of thing you want to read when you're a surly, miserable and alienated teenager.<BR/><BR/>Actually, I'm feeling pretty surly, miserable and alienated myself because it looks as if London is going to be lumbered with Boris ...Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11296810448779372875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-13870957451951081882008-05-02T16:55:00.000+01:002008-05-02T16:55:00.000+01:00(sorry to interrupt, but may I clarify something? ...(sorry to interrupt, but may I clarify something? <B>yup! spot on. . .</B> this crazy fucker has been dashing about imagining that what she does has <I>some</I> meaning and/or value!)(grovelling apologies)(I'll now go and look up some poetry, to make up for my pushy misdemeanour)I, Like The Viewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-42753273192558091142008-05-02T15:41:00.000+01:002008-05-02T15:41:00.000+01:00Simon! Welcome home! Pull up a bollard and tell us...Simon! Welcome home! Pull up a bollard and tell us all about your adventures.<BR/>God, how we have missed you!<BR/>In answer to your questions:<BR/>What's going on? <BR/>This overpopulated and over-polluted planet is spinning towards oblivion while the inhabitants continue to behave as if they were immortal. Accrington Stanley finished mid table. I think that just about covers everything.<BR/>How old are you now? <BR/>Just approaching puberty.<BR/>What's happening in London?<BR/>Haven't been there for a few days, but my guess is that there are loads of crazy fuckers dashing about as if what they were doing had some meaning or value.<BR/>In North East Hampshire, Jane Austen is still a virgin. (if you don't include electrical appliances)Vicus Scurrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-79634765137021780162008-05-02T15:29:00.000+01:002008-05-02T15:29:00.000+01:00Hi. Time machine just stopped. What's going on? H...Hi. Time machine just stopped. What's going on? How old are you now? What's happening in London? Simon <I>(Retired pioneer blogger once known as Skakagrall)</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-86956188862694580352008-05-01T23:02:00.000+01:002008-05-01T23:02:00.000+01:00Yes, come and meet the family - Dad will read from...Yes, come and meet the family - Dad will read from his latest installment of his autobiographical novels.<BR/>For 5 hours.<BR/>In the local accent.<BR/>Poor bastard never stood a chance.Vicus Scurrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-59497960301500762432008-05-01T22:58:00.000+01:002008-05-01T22:58:00.000+01:00I used to work with Laurie Lee's son-in-law. Bloke...I used to work with Laurie Lee's son-in-law. Bloke called Damian, an illustrator. I don't think he knew who Lee was when he met his daughter. Marriage didn't last as far as I know.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01313387849115278988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-56008723336209821342008-05-01T21:11:00.000+01:002008-05-01T21:11:00.000+01:00Did he get to play doctors and nurses too? That wo...Did he get to play doctors and nurses too? That would have been some school production.<BR/>And yes, you can produce any poet you like, and Bill Butler ain't bad. I was expecting you to defend the poet Keats though.Vicus Scurrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-48766852925353710772008-05-01T19:23:00.000+01:002008-05-01T19:23:00.000+01:00and I forgot to say that I developed a strong disl...and I forgot to say that I developed a strong dislike for Laurie Lee when my little brother was cast - on the basis of his violin playing - to play Laurie as a young boy in Cider With Rosie. . .<BR/><BR/>I had to watch it every night for two weeks, since that was cheaper for my parents than them hiring a baby-sitter to look after me at home<BR/><BR/>and little bro got to snog a girl every night for two weeks<BR/><BR/>jammy sod - she was divine!I, Like The Viewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-83248691537948400362008-05-01T19:19:00.000+01:002008-05-01T19:19:00.000+01:00oh vicus, you know I'm just an under-educated roma...oh <B>vicus</B>, you know I'm just an under-educated romantic sop at heart. . .<BR/><BR/>can we swap a letter?<BR/><BR/><I>Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, <BR/>Enwrought with golden and silver light, <BR/>The blue and the dim and the dark cloths <BR/>Of night and light and the half-light, <BR/>I would spread the cloths under your feet: <BR/>But I, being poor, have only my dreams;<BR/><BR/>I have spread my dreams under your feet; <BR/>Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.</I><BR/><BR/>;-)I, Like The Viewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-56015779268509744522008-05-01T15:21:00.000+01:002008-05-01T15:21:00.000+01:00I dunno, you don't like Keats, you don't like Mors...I dunno, you don't like Keats, you don't like Morse - what do you like?<BR/><BR/>You're such a bleeding iconoclast, Vicus.<BR/><BR/>But you're right about Laurie Lee. Anyone with such sunshiney memories of childhood MUST be repressing some serious shit.Rolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02103804480646939038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-43245517977961747312008-05-01T11:31:00.000+01:002008-05-01T11:31:00.000+01:00Anthea Turner was your English teacher? Wasn't she...Anthea Turner was your English teacher? Wasn't she a bit young?<BR/><BR/>Anyroad, I have been sent the William McGonagall "Gem of the Day" and it's a blinder. Kublah bloody Kahn? McGonagall didn't need base opiates to produce <A HREF="http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/poems/mpgmontrose.htm" REL="nofollow">this masterpiece</A>Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01313387849115278988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-71185383482649008702008-05-01T07:19:00.000+01:002008-05-01T07:19:00.000+01:00No Keats lovers then? ILTV partial to odes, percha...No Keats lovers then? ILTV partial to odes, perchance? Ziggi, do you think there is something lyrical about "mellow fruitfulness", or do you think it is a load of old toss, like everyone else?Vicus Scurrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-1094329474543145152008-05-01T03:35:00.000+01:002008-05-01T03:35:00.000+01:00Keats was a c*nt, Milton was a h*mo &Shakespeare w...Keats was a c*nt, <BR/>Milton was a h*mo &<BR/>Shakespeare was w*nker.<BR/><BR/>There, can we trash American literature, now?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-21679831380514784162008-04-30T17:37:00.000+01:002008-04-30T17:37:00.000+01:00I never got on with poetry, although like S. Milli...I never got on with poetry, although like S. Milligna, I do like a bit of <A HREF="http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/" REL="nofollow">McGonagall</A>.<BR/><BR/>With regard to Keats, in the manner of a Viz Top Tip (which seem to be very popular of late), piss pseudo-intellectuals off by insisting it's pronounced "Kates".Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01313387849115278988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-25865719223302255772008-04-30T17:31:00.000+01:002008-04-30T17:31:00.000+01:00Tom. We didn't.Tom. We didn't.Vicus Scurrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-32853271983060480612008-04-30T17:24:00.000+01:002008-04-30T17:24:00.000+01:00As a schoolboy I couldn't give a toss why Keats ha...As a schoolboy I couldn't give a toss why Keats had to have 'the poet' in front of his name. Anyone who was a poet was also a twat as far as I was concerned. In fact, the twat Keats would have been nearer the truth if you ask me.tom909https://www.blogger.com/profile/03379818222923297356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-7544418306737554322008-04-30T16:54:00.000+01:002008-04-30T16:54:00.000+01:00Come again, Reg?Come again, Reg?Vicus Scurrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13731007799031343701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-82941604491761756742008-04-30T16:29:00.000+01:002008-04-30T16:29:00.000+01:00As a schoolboy I was likewise intrigued as to why,...As a schoolboy I was likewise intrigued as to why, unlike other poets, Keats - and for that matter Shelley - was always preceeded by the epithet "the poet".<BR/> I think I settled on the explanation that he was just shite (or should that be "odious" - fnaar, fnaar), so shite in fact that he was almost a total nonentity and so had to be distinguised from all the other Keats around at the time - you know, Keats the plumber, Keats the wholesale grocer, Keats the goat worrier.<BR/> I'm certain that everything he ever said to anyone was instantly followed by the lines "Come again, John?" or "You what?"<BR/>P.S. It would be a cheap shot unworthy of you to answer this comment with "Come again, Reg?" or "You what?"Barry Lawrencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11000494244277958295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10272587.post-67105876210612359302008-04-30T15:49:00.000+01:002008-04-30T15:49:00.000+01:00::wild applause:: I give you a B+::wild applause:: I give you a B+Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17689972441910256724noreply@blogger.com