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Lol. I think my favorite tune of Monty phyton is the lumberjack song. Tough I enjoy a lot Sir Robin song...
"Brave bold Sir Robin; Run forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die oh Brave Sir Robin! He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways...."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JmoLbU_pYQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9Ly...elated&search=
EDIT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jR9ZM6rI7DY awsome too!
:p
Cheers...
Just to ask,what is a pram anyways?And my friends and I were thinking about doing the Sir Robin song as well,but we decided to spread the love and have one song from each movie (and with only 5 minutes we have to do short and fast songs.)
A pram is a babies push chair.
Ah I love the Monty Pythons,
been a while though since I last watched one of their episodes or films.
yallrite lads, names alex beasley, friends just call me beasley. im only 14 (15 in a couple of months) so one of you older guys can order me a guiness, lovin my irish brews. in year 10 and studying history, IT, art and german as my gcse courses. like music, bit of rugby, games and paintballing(could list more but it would be a looong list) hoping to join the army when im older for a few years for my own reasons, once im out i hope to make myself a family and settle down. cheers mate (takes guiness from whoever ordered it for me) by the way that comedian is CRAP! :laugh4:
welcome everyone!!!
i wonder if EB will sticky this...
Maybe that could be construed as EB promotion of alcoholism? :P
Whatever the hell you were flogging last night Bootsiuv, it kicked my arse! I only had 3 drinks, and I feel rough as dogs tits.
I only drank a bottle of Sangria 2 beers and then a Caipirinha and boy that Caipirinha kicked me in the stomach...:S Really I think I'm begining to show some intolerance to cachaça...
Cheers...
Or, it could be EB's fine belief in salty women, and the idealism that the owned and formally registered female belongs in an apron?
These open thoughts smother thicker than the stench of foetid workclothes and wheezy, rotten laughter at the EB!
I am glad we are back on the topic I had begun:
Ahem.
Half-a-bee, eh, philosophically, should if-so-facto half-not-be,
But can a bee be said to be, or not to be an entire bee,
When half the bee is not a bee,
Due to some, er, ancient injury.
Singing!
A La dee dee,
A one two three,
Eric the half-a-bee.
A B C - D!,
E-F-G,
Eric the half-a-bee.
'Is this a retched semi-bee,
Half asleep upon my knee?' ,
'Some freak!
From a menagerie?'
"NO!"
It's Eric the Half-a-bee...
A fiddly-dum,
A fiddly-dee......
Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
Could be worse. We could be condoning slavery, in the Ancient World sense of the word.
....though I have to say I would totally love having a cupbearer.
What in the blue hell are you talking about? :inquisitive: Are you on glue?!Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
No,he's in Monty Python.What are you,the Spanish Inquisition?Quote:
Originally Posted by horst nordfink
*looks expactantly at the door,only to see no one come*
Darn,get me a rootbeer then.
*Door is slamed opened,and the Spanish Inquisition comes in*
"NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION" *They sit down and get a drink.*
And for dinner........... Just lop off its horns, wipe its arse and serve with chips please.:laugh4:Quote:
Originally Posted by Treshka
Oh thank goodness! People talking absolute codswallop! I thought I was going insane just now. Read an entire, and I must say, VERY lengthy argument, quoting books I hope never to be forced to read, about who was really the stronger: the Gauls or the Germans. I mean, these people ran around yelling and wagging swords, spears and all manner of nasty in one another's faces. I'm sure they weren't calling a halt to proceedings to say: "Hang on a second Lifthelix, I think Gudiron can hoist a couple stone more than you. Slavix, bring me some extra stone!" Seriously, what if Gudiron was just having a bad hair day and he was, like: "Dude, I'm seriously not ready for competitive effort"?
And then Slavix might pop up with: "Master Traderix, me and the other slaves 'av a suggestion called democracy."
"You're a few centuries too early, good Slavix." Really, the entire might versus right thing could come crashing down right on their quiet little battlefield.
Anyway, I'll have another beer or tequila or schnapps or whatever whoever happens to be lifting bigger rocks in this place is drinking. My head is still swirling with visions of massive Gauls riding giant steeds being beat upon by a gang of unruly and pigmy-itish, mustachiod, Germanic thugs trotting about on ponies.
Ah yes the entire celtic overpowered thingy. Interesting topic bakcin it's original days now, it just feels as people are walking in circles. learned a lot from it tough!
And now, for something completely diferent:
SQUAD...
CAMP IT UP!
Ooh, get her!
Whoops! I've got your number Ducky
You couldn't afford me Dear two, three...
I'll scratch your eyes out.
Don't bring the Brigadier
Bit with us dear
We all know where you've been
You military fairy!
Whoops! Don't look now Girls
The Major just minced in
With that dolly color Sergeant!
Two, Three...
Whoooooooo!
Cheers...
GUINNESS!!!
Going to Amsterdam on Friday; should sink plenty of Amstell there. Looking forward to it!
Anyone know anything worth seeing in Amsterdam?
Windmills? Cheese?Quote:
Originally Posted by horst nordfink
Im sorry, its quite a time ago since i have visited Amsterdam, and there wasnt anything which was so impressive that I would still remember it :/
Greetings one and all. I'll have a tankard of your finest mead thanks barkeep.
Right, then...
I'm Matt, 35 currently lead singer/guitarist of a band you've never heard of and probably wouldn't want to. I have a thing about 12-string guitars and an endless enjoyment of sound engineering, mainly in the studio.
I'm an ex-Royal Marine officer, Mountain and Arctic Warfare Cadre. I was born in Kent and raised in the Northest of England. My bloodline is Scottish, Irish, English and French and have managed to trace my roots back to being descended from Celtic and Norse/Germanic Pagans. At the moment I'm living in Exeter, Devon but will hopefully be returning back Up North (where it's not as grim as it used to be).
I'm a late arrival to RTW (bought the white-label release early this year) and got very bored with it after 2 campaigns. Discovering EB has completely changed that to the detriment of my recording schedule (I have my own home studio, so at least I'm not costing anyone a vast sum of money to the extent of never seeing any royalty payments). Still, at least it keeps me away from being overly concerned with personal mitigation Peak Oil :titanic:....hmmm, better have another tankard of mead then and get a round in for everyone else. Cheers!
Right, where was I? Oh yeah....
Since leaving the Marines I've done several life-changing things and ended up being somewhat of an anti-establishment type. The best so far was roadie for The Levellers on one tour.
I'm a huge fan of George Orwell, anything dystopian and cyberpunk and I have a large fascination with all things ancient. From one extreme to the other there I guess. The horse is a far superior mode of transport than anything powered by the infernal combustion engine. I'm also looking for a Romano-British re-enactment group to join and am working on making a shield at the moment. I've not read enough philosophy as I got stuck on Nietzsche and haven't moved on...Kirkegaard next me thinks...
I think that should do for now, so, on with the drinking and general merriment. ~:cheers:
"One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes... "
To hell with war...
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven
half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
Here's to me, and here's to you,
And here's to love and laughter-
I'll be true as long as you,
And not one moment after.
Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
Health and life to you;
The mate of your choice to you;
Land without rent to you,
And death in Eirinn.
Here's a toast to your enemies' enemies!
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer—and another one!
Here's to our wives and girlfriends:
May they never meet!
Gotta looove the Irish. One for Anthony!
Guid forder! :medievalcheers:
In't Wildeman..short walk from the railway station...sooooo many beersQuote:
Originally Posted by horst nordfink
http://www.indewildeman.nl/indexe.html
Apparently Gollem is quite a good bar as well
http://www.cafegollem.nl/default_en.asp
drink here and you may never want Amstel again
I believe you should also pay a visit to a cofee shop ;)
Cheers...
Amstel sucks. Try Dommelsch or Hertog Jan while you're there.
And try Utrecht instead of Amsterdam. It's where I go to Uni. (:
If you simply want to try all kinds of beer (it isn't a tavern mind you!): Bert's Bierhuis; Twijnstraat in Utrecht.
Anyone know worth seeing anything in Amsterdam? Well, if it doesn't have to be a tavern -- typical tourist things: Van Gogh Museum; Rijksmuseum etc. :shrug:
Stay away from the Paddo's some people ate them and they thought they could fly :hippie:
What are Paddos?
I like Amstel, I had it last time I was there, and it was beautiful.
No, I actually want to see some of Amsterdam, not just the inside of bars (although I will see plenty of them too!).Quote:
Originally Posted by Tellos Athenaios
I was hoping for something interesting, that isn't too touristy, i.e. not too expensive.
Excellent, we have now overtaken the celtic overpowered thread! Man. It's like Lusotanna out-powering the Seleukids in terms of economy or something. o.o
Hello everyone!!! =)
My name' s Pete, I'm from Moscow and my English is (just as always) far from perfect but I'm desperately trying to improve it =)
I guess everyone'd expect from Zee Russians to stick to vodka, but that is a common myth, that's why right now I sit here with a bottle of good south-african Shiraz (my favorite vine) and wish the same to all of you =)
The best time of year in Moscow is the golden autumn, and I'm going to spend a very pleasant evening enjoying the view outside of my window, reading news, discussions and opinions about EB and having my vine =)