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Sounds like a refugee from the Spanish Inquisition, Grimes [can imagine them following him around].
This morning my vestibule is ringing with:
Auricle
Cerumen
Pruritus
Tympanic
Ossicle
Cochlea
EustachianI’m particularly struck by ‘eustachian’, drone; it has a distinctly euphonious ring to it.
Sounds like a refugee from the Spanish Inquisition, Grimes [can imagine them following him around].
Yes, moehat: Ubaldo, viewed as a terrorist by the people who were the real terrorists. But his name cries out to be associated with some genuine freedom-fighting outfit. The ever-elusive Ubaldo Des Menhies.
‘Are you harbouring him? If so you and your family will pay a terrible price’
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I like it
Sounds like a frozen Cartwright
It invites a kind of doggerel verse or nursery rhyme, doesn’t it?
‘Ossicle, possicle, pudden and pie…Trying to think of the ear-worm I had for a brief spell this morning, for some reason the name, Thucydides, came to my mind.
I like it a lot. ‘Hey, Thuce! How’s it going?’I’m a long time supporter, for my sins, of Cambridge United.
One unusual chant that comes up from the Newmarket Road End is " Chief Buthelezi and his Zulu warriors" (repeated, getting louder)..
I don’t know of any particular reason and I presume it is unique to Cambridge fans but it does, like an ear worm, sound good when chanted and is somehow menacing!
I’m a long time supporter, for my sins, of Cambridge United.
One unusual chant that comes up from the Newmarket Road End is " Chief Buthelezi and his Zulu warriors" (repeated, getting louder)..
I don’t know of any particular reason and I presume it is unique to Cambridge fans but it does, like an ear worm, sound good when chanted and is somehow menacing!
I lap up that kind of nonsense. It must be really something to hear at is loudest!
Celtic had a very popular African player, called, Bobo Balde, really and truly built like a brick sh*t-house. Martin O’Neill told all of his defenders not to try and play football. ‘Leave that to the footballers!’ Their job was to put their body in the way at all costs. Something like that. However, I remember Bobo tracking back quickly and heading a lot of otherwise certain goals on the goal-line. He was as good as a good striker in that regard.
The Celtic fans used to chant, ‘Bobo’s gonna get ye!!!!’ But I remember fierce wee Glasgow keelies hurling themselves into the tackle on him, and bouncing off him, but still trying to suppress a look of pride on their face. That’s one to keep to
show to the grandchildren!And his name, Dianbobo Balde, added a hilariously surreal touch. I doubt if anyone mentioned it to him – any more than they’d joke to Tyson about his lisp.
https://www.google.co.uk/?gws_rd=cr&ei= … eltic+bobo
Human nature is barmy in unpredictably unlikely ways. Reminds me of an anecdote related by Henry Cooper. It was pouring with rain and he was driving with his, I think, two, brothers and his manager, all burly six-footers, when they went through a big puddle, soaking a little bloke on a bicycle behind them, who, I think, ran into the back of their car and fell in the big puddle. I think Henry must have stopped to see if he was all right.
Henry said, ‘He must have been all of 8 stone sopping wet – which he was.’ Anyway, Henry wound down the car window to ask him if he was all right, and as Henry put it, ‘Cor! He didn’t half give me a fourpenny one! And he said to me, "You’re only brave ’cause you’ve got your mates with you!"’ This, mark you, to the bloke who strictly-speaking, beat Mohammed Ali! Oh, and that was on his own – without the help of his manager and brothers! Wonderful, wonderful, utterly barmy, human nature.
Incidentally, not ear-worms of mine, technically, but brilliant words:
‘obloquy’ and ‘contumely’
Le guet-apens (ambush, apparently) – a horse.
Whether I’m pronouncing it correctly in my mind, I don’t know; something like, ‘le geh- or gett- aparnse’ Too idle to the look up the phonetic spelling in the dictionary.
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In the mornings mostly. I can’t help wondering if it’s something to do with my prostate problem.
Thin on the ground lately, but this has cropped up lately:
Paddy’s Saltantes (horse). Paddy’s ‘Leppers’?
I started my own Window Cleaning business at 15yo and was forever getting hassled by customers bloody dogs.I developed an awful habit of actually shouting out loud
Ungawa
to these beasts.Little Terriers and poodles would run off but there was a bloody great Rottweiler that never understood that when Tarzan talks it moves.On more than one ocassion I was up my ladder with it leaping up 4 rungs trying to eat me.I would often have to resort to tactics that didn’t have the use for words but when Tarzan jumps off his Ladder shouting ‘Ungawa’ at the top of his voice and a bucket of warm water heading straight for the so called guard dog,it shifted.The problem of course was that my women customers often tried to lure me upstairs and insist I talk Tarzan language as I swung through their jungle with just my Chamois leather as a thong…
That gave me a chuckle Gord.
Reminded me of when my older brother would come window cleaning with me and my younger brother, he would just come along for the chat so we would keep him busy and get him to foot the ladder. He was petrified of dogs and it was the first time we had took him to this area and thought it would be fun for him to open the back gate to where we knew a boxer dog would be. The dog was soft as shite but had a vicious growl, needless to say my brother jumped out of his skin and was not best please and never foot the ladder again in that area.Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
As a nibloe, Gord and Nathan, when I sprinted, I felt as if I was running like the wind, yet I always came last by some distance, and that athleticism was replicated across the board, as far as my prowess at sports was concerned. Although I more than held my own at arm-wrestling.
Howmsomever, when I was a teenager, I was walking across a field in Wales with some of the local lads, and they took it in their heads to have a laugh at my expense, suddenly sprinting for the gate. That was enough to get a mob of heifers in the field to start chasing us. When I caught on I ran out of my skin and cleared that 5-bar gate (or was it seven?), so easily, I barely touched it.
It was my turn to laugh, when an old school-mate told me, how he’d fallen off a ladder, while working as a window-cleaner during the university holidays. He was cleaning the windows of an upstairs bedroom, when the ‘au pair’ girl came in with her dressing-gown wide open. Nothing on underneath. And he told me he fell off the ladder and broke either and arm or a leg.
He always had a great sense of humour, but maybe the pressures of adult life and work had got to him a bit, because he seemed a bit puzzled that I found it so funny.
You should of jumped on it’s back and got it to jump the fence, safer on your joints.
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You should of jumped on it’s back and got it to jump the fence, safer on your joints.
My joints would certainly be in jeopardy today, Nathan. I have to splay my feet walking up the stairs with my groceries. I feel as if I’m Richard Prior in that film, Hear no Evil, See no Evil, clomping along so Gene Wilder can hear my footsteps!
Grimes, You should ask them to deliver, a man with your charm this should be no problem.
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