Free association thread

[SamScribble]

Crimson and Clover

King Crimson

 

[Handley_Page]

King Crimson

Oh Yes Please; in the Court of the Crimson King.

 

[SamScribble]

Oh Yes Please; in the Court of the Crimson King.

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

 

[Saxon_Hart]

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

The People's Court

 

[oggbashan]

The People's Court

The Old Bailey - search for your criminal ancestors.

 

[Saxon_Hart]

The Old Bailey - search for your criminal ancestors.

Beetle Baily

 

[MichaelinChina]

Beetle Baily

VW Beetle

 

[Handley_Page]

VW Beetle

VW Campervan.

 

[Saxon_Hart]

VW Campervan.

Winnebago

 

[stickygirl]

Winnebago

Winnie the Pooh

 

[SamScribble]

Winnie the Pooh

Pooh sticks!

 

[MichaelinChina]

Pooh sticks!

to the walls, and everything when it hits the fan...

 

[oggbashan]

to the walls, and everything when it hits the fan...

SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.

Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders

KING HENRY V

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off

 

[MichaelinChina]

SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.

Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders

KING HENRY V

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off

Marilyn Chambers certainly went off..

 

[Handley_Page]

SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.

Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders

KING HENRY V

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off

Probably the best ever.

 

[MichaelinChina]

Probably the best ever.

Marilyn Chambers was pretty fucking hot! So yes, you might be right.

 

[Handley_Page]

Marilyn Chambers was pretty fucking hot! So yes, you might be right.

From what I saw when looking the name up, I think you could be right.

 

[MichaelinChina]

From what I saw when looking the name up, I think you could be right.

She's in your telephone directory?

 

[oggbashan]

She's in your telephone directory?

Richard Burton could read the London Telephone Directory and make it sound like poetry.

 

[MichaelinChina]

Richard Burton could read the London Telephone Directory and make it sound like poetry.

and French shopping lists can sound incredibly erotic when read aloud.

 

[Handley_Page]

She's in your telephone directory?

Yeh, filed under "Cemetery Junction"

Richard Burton could read the London Telephone Directory and make it sound like poetry.

And that's only the "Smiths" part.

 

[SamScribble]

Yeh, filed under "Cemetery Junction"

And that's only the "Smiths" part.

And Smiths reminds me of ... Morrissey

 

[Saxon_Hart]

And Smiths reminds me of ... Morrissey

Pleurisy?

 

[NaokoSmith]

Pleurisy?

Are you living up to your avatar? BTW "Saxon's Shit" is a hilarious name for your stories - although I think the description of Dan Browne's new story would look much better on yours: "one hell of a read".

A breath of fresh air! (Lovely golden morning here in Stepford again, with a light breeze.)

 

[Saxon_Hart]

Are you living up to your avatar? BTW "Saxon's Shit" is a hilarious name for your stories - although I think the description of Dan Browne's new story would look much better on yours: "one hell of a read".

A breath of fresh air! (Lovely golden morning here in Stepford again, with a light breeze.)

Breathe


At least you didn't say Saxon's shit is a fitting description.