A.C.(After Chalice)

Will anyone bother to post?

Seems that all the old guard are either gone or posting less frequently .:(

It is a sad day
Posted 21.11.2008 A.C

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

Pfff ... I liked her oneliners more ...

Idol pours some Bowmore he's been saving on the ground.Wipes away tear.

Sorry Bushmill's

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Originally Posted by Disme

Pfff ... I liked her oneliners more ...

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That's cos you have the mental retention of a hamster. A hamster who has been hit with a mallet twelve times and that now thinks it's a goldfish. A goldfish with delusions of being a stroke victim.

That was three lines but I've only got 4 posts left after this one so I may as well eke them out a bit.

You lost me after quoting my own post ... but I do like hamsters ... the're soooo cute ...

:wub:

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Originally Posted by Disme

but I do like hamsters

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That doesn't surprise me.:whistling

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Originally Posted by chalice

I've only got 4 posts left after this one

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So you are leaving ... you will certainly be missed for 2 seconds :P

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Originally Posted by Disme

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Originally Posted by chalice

I've only got 4 posts left after this one

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So you are leaving ... you will certainly be missed for 2 seconds :P

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Jebus, your mental retention is worse than I previously estimated.

That'll teach me to be generous with mongs.

Chalice use your last posts wisely.

Yeah you are wasting them away. You need to go out with a bang.

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Originally Posted by Old Geezer

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Originally Posted by Old Geezer

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Old Geezer, please leave chalice alone. He's never done anything to you and I hear he's a really nice guy who does a lot of work for charity and stuff.

Please find it in your heart to be a bit more generous in spirit. You'll feel better about yourself. I promise. :)

D.c

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Originally Posted by Old Geezer

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Originally Posted by chalice

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas.

:rolleyes:

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Dam is this supposed to be poetry? More like the ravings of a complete idiot suffering the effects of an LSD overdose.

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Dylan Thomas was an alcoholic, actually.

And a wife-beater.

Apart from that, he was a quality guy.

No, he was a cunt. I had to study "Under Milkwood" at school. It was bollocks.

Also John Steinbeck was a cunt (We had to do "Of Mice and Men" as well)

Not to forget about that Iris Murdoch woman. What a pile of nonse 'Unicorn' is.

Saying that, I read that when I was 18 and thought I spoke really good English. In reality I probably didn't understand half of the book.

I shall make an effort and reread it and I'll let you know if it is still shite. :yes:

Although, if someone has read this and actually knows it is shite; please let me know so I don't waste my time on it.