Good Angling Advice

[Baldrick]

As I sit at my study window, the trout are rising in the tiny brooke that flows gently past my orchard, the gurgling of the brooke as it tumbles effortlessly on to the deeper pool is the only sound on this mild mid summers evening.
One more glass of the best Napolian brandy, before I go round to greasy Jacks for a great big fcuk off plate of chips peas and gravy.
The strains of Carmina Burana by Orff are being played on the radio, my favourite tune.

 

[clicktochange]

Golden or Carl?

Anyone else heard volume II of Carmina Burana? [No NOT Biryani] Fab!

Perhaps we need more excuses to show off our culture vulture-dom?

Do we need a new thread maybe?

 

[Baz]

Also got it on video in ballet form Clicky, it's devilishly enticing.

 

[Baz]

Eugen Onegin,
A loner is how he is described by his critics, more interested in the science of politics than poetic outpourings.
Vladimir Lansky on the other hand wears his heart on his sleeve, and has been paying court to Olga.
Onegin and Lansky are life long friends, but in a fit of mischief and boredom Onegin flirts with Olga and the ensuing duel takes place.
Onegin kills his friend Vladimir with a single sword thrust through the heart.
Shunned by society and haunted for eternity with the memories of what he has done.
What a twat he turned out to be.

 

[martin close]

Hi Ron

The Dame knew what she was about and so did old Izaac, i have a copy of his book dated about 1870, still love reading it!!.

Martin

 

[Graham Whatmore]

I had to check to make sure I was on fishingmagic and not blackmagic. Cor blimey Ron what have you started

 

[Richard Huggett 1]

Culture....? My middle name Ron, old chap.
I've just sat through the Lynryd Skynryd 30th anniversary DVD at 250 watts, whilst reading poetry to myself.

'A cloud of eiderdown draws around me
Softening the sound
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies.
When night comes down you lock the door
The book rolls to the floor
As darkness falls and waves roll by
The seasons change and the wind is warm'

Wonderful stuff....

 

[Baz]

The suns rays are the kiss of death to one such as I.
I spent the day festering away down my cellar, reading a book of pros and verbs.
And now the shadows are lengthening, once more shall I stalk the world of F.M.

If my right eye offend thee,
then pluck it out.

 

[Iceman]

A match, a good master,lets's go to that house,for the linen looks white,and smells of lavender,and I long to lie in a pair of sheets that smell so; let's be going, good master,for I am hungry again with fishing

 

[Ron Troversial Clay]

"We noble men shall go abroad,
With hooks and lines and reels,
To cast our lines the lake toward,
For roach, or chub, or eels.

And as the sun sets in the west,
With creels that are a bulging,
We'll make our way to home's sweet nest,
To food and drink indulging.

And turn to Gates' windows screen,
To press the starter button,
And see what Monks and Monkies been,
Slagging our Ron sore rotten.

Three minutes to to that one chaps, I'm a poet and don't know it..... )

 

[Ron Troversial Clay]

And let this not descend into a load of dirty Limericks please.

 

[Ron Troversial Clay]

"A Monk quite rough walked into town,
His habit torn and shredded,
A quart of ale had stained his gown,
He told of the slappers he'd bedded.

See how many of you can add a verse.

 

[Baz]

Some quite tall
And some quite small
Some were bluddi crackers
But Monk's not fussy
As we know
He's fond of his ruffe slappers.

 

[Baz]

A wench called Meg
Did call to him
Come and see me rabbit
But monk had other things
On his mind
He's got this dirty habbit.

 

[Shrek]

Ice Axe in hand
He duly went
to conquer heights unknown
But Meg called back
"Don't go, come back,
I'm sad and all alone"

Not one to shirk
A challenge so,
He duly went and conquered
The peak called Meg,
in a garden shed,
they didn't half make their bonk heard.

 

[The Monk]

haha

 

[Graham Whatmore]

Good book in hand
He walked the banks,
And preached the word of god.
The women followed
And gave him thanks,
For letting them feel his rod

 

[ED (The ORIGINAL and REAL one)]

He told tales
Of days gone by
Of He and his friend Reg
Of things they'd do
With slappers Ruffe
With their meat and two veg ..

 

[Baz]

Back up the mountain he did go
With compass and a map
He stayed the night in old Megs bed
And caught a dose of clap.

 

[ED (The ORIGINAL and REAL one)]

the clap was bad
the worst he'd seen
It really got tongues wagging
he gave a cough
And his cock fell off
That was the end of his shagging