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I never found out why 'down' was going North.
Oh well,


Male of the Species.

Because 'Down' trains were leaving FROM London. 'Up' trains were going TO London.

Kipling Female of the Species.

WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
and more verses...
 
Because 'Down' trains were leaving FROM London. 'Up' trains were going TO London.

Kipling Female of the Species.


But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.


For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
and more verses...

It's the FEMALE Red Back Spider of Australia that is the deadly one.
ditto the Black Widow?
 
It's the FEMALE Red Back Spider of Australia that is the deadly one.
ditto the Black Widow?

Kipling was a damned good poet, and I'm no fanatic about it.

but:

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.


Which just goes to show about the Females. . .
 
Kipling was a damned good poet, and I'm no fanatic about it.

but:

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.


Which just goes to show about the Females. . .

Call up The Cavalry!
 
Le Roi Soleil

Versailles

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Heavy is the head that wears a crown.

(I have a cranium from China with some interesting dental work. What is your crown made of, if I may ask?)

Porcelain..the top of the range! (3000 RMB - about $500 fitted). Made in Guangzhou from a mould of my teeth and shipped/posted back up north - a 9 day turnaround!
 
Porcelain..the top of the range! (3000 RMB - about $500 fitted). Made in Guangzhou from a mould of my teeth and shipped/posted back up north - a 9 day turnaround!

Porcelain from China! Classic!
(The cranium I have has what appears to be high-temperature untinted ceramic crowns and bridge work.)

Free Association:


Wedgewood, of course!
 
niblick


(I buy skeletal material from around the world for use in my lab; China was supplying a lot at very low prices a few years ago. We have become suspicious of its povenance, though, and the trade has fallen sharply now.)

Those inscrutable Chinese eh?

anyway..niblick sounds like a cross between a nibble and a lick..

:devil:
 
Those inscrutable Chinese eh?

anyway..niblick sounds like a cross between a nibble and a lick..

:devil:

Yes, Michael, golf can be quite the suggestive game - after all, its premise is getting in and out of 18 holes with as few strokes as possible.

What was thatold song?...

I love you, a nibble and a lick,
A nibble and a lick, and a pussy 'round a dick....

or was that bushel and peck and hug around a neck?
 
Yes, Michael, golf can be quite the suggestive game - after all, its premise is getting in and out of 18 holes with as few strokes as possible.

What was thatold song?...

I love you, a nibble and a lick,
A nibble and a lick, and a pussy 'round a dick....

or was that bushel and peck and hug around a neck?

Must be an old song --- it doesn't ring a bell with me.
 
Must be an old song --- it doesn't ring a bell with me.

(I love you, a bushel and a peck!
A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck!
A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap, and I'm talkin' in my sleep.
About you.
About you!
About you!
My heart is leapin'!
I'm having trouble sleepin'!
'Cause I love you, a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do!
Doodle, oodle, oodle.
Doodle, oodle, oodle.
Doodle oodle oodle oo.
I love you, a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck, go and beats me all to heck!
Beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm
Ever tend the farm when I want to keep my
Arms - about you -
About you!
About you!
The cows and chickens
are goin' to the dickens!
'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do -

Doodle oodle oodle
Doodle oodle oodle
Doodle oodle oodle, oo!

Good-bye now!

from Guys and Dolls - Doris Day sang it in the film)


so, on to "Ring a bell"...

The Trolley Song

(looks like I might be getting stuck in Broadway Musicals - I knew I shouldn't have gone to see Les Miserables the other night!)
 
(I love you, a bushel and a peck!
A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck!
A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap, and I'm talkin' in my sleep.
About you.
About you!
About you!
My heart is leapin'!
I'm having trouble sleepin'!
'Cause I love you, a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do!
Doodle, oodle, oodle.
Doodle, oodle, oodle.
Doodle oodle oodle oo.
I love you, a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck, go and beats me all to heck!
Beats me all to heck how I'll ever tend the farm
Ever tend the farm when I want to keep my
Arms - about you -
About you!
About you!
The cows and chickens
are goin' to the dickens!
'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do -

Doodle oodle oodle
Doodle oodle oodle
Doodle oodle oodle, oo!

Good-bye now!

from Guys and Dolls - Doris Day sang it in the film)


so, on to "Ring a bell"...

The Trolley Song

(looks like I might be getting stuck in Broadway Musicals - I knew I shouldn't have gone to see Les Miserables the other night!)


Nope sorry...not into musicals like that.

Les Mis? Victor Hugo? Or am I mixing up my French writers?
 
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