I have let my son down. I will now have to ask the wife for a donation from her 90% share as I have always told my lad that with a lottery win, we would spend the 350 quid on the lego Millenium Falcon.
I am no good at sorting things out, so I would spend some money on hiring someone to come into my home (whilst I am on holiday natch) to sort out everything...sort Sky recording out, fix my computer glitches, tighten that annoying loose board in my kitchen, get boiler serviced, replace the broken drain cover in garden....the list just goes on and on. Doesn't sound exciting, but for someone as bone idle as me, heaven on earth.
Its great to hear that everyone on here is sensible...I am too in truth but i want to hear about pointless extravagance...like spending 200k on buying fratton park to turn it into a gigantic syphilis awareness monument.
I would buy the field behind my house and turn it into the best amateur cricket pitch in Somerset, with a pavilion to match. This would allow the Recreation Ground at the other end of the village to stop having a pitch there, an innovation which has stopped the village having its annual festival there.
A recent survey found that most people offered a large lottery win would give most away....the joy of altruism overcomes the desire to spoil oneself. I suspect we also lack imagination...we want things we already have, but better. The desire for silver cutlery and oil paintings is limited. I don't want possessions as I am doing the usual thing for older people...clearing out junk, not buying more of it. I just want life to be easier.
Buying Cobblers (Northampton FC) would be pretty pointless ) I would also search the world for a White Vauxhall Chevette Hatchback 1.3S, with a thin red stripe down the side. I miss that girl
I can just see TSS booking his ferry ticket as we type Ps. let me know how he broken drain cover goes. Ditto here.
If I had to be frivolous, I would want to be picked up by a chauffeur driven car on matchdays, I would get a special dispensation from Red Funnel to stay in the car during the trip so I don't mix with the hoi polloi, I would be dropped off at SMS and enter through my own door, and I would eat a delicious lunch with wine watching from my own box, and finally a topless Fonte would come and discuss the match with me afterwards.
Looking forward to it! Funnily enough I went to Start the Bus last night to see a band from Newfoundland called The Once, who were very good. My first thought on arriving was that the stage seems a bit small! If Fable's drummer has a full kit there won't be much room left!
I agree totally with that survey in truth...but thats boring, come on fran surely you'd buy a gigantic Jose statue made entirely out of frozen Pompey tears wouldn't you? I'm not interested in reasonable i want to hear peoples extravagance!
Oh that's annoying - she's much better on a bigger stage as she's pretty active! Yes full kit, guitar, bass, keys and her....going to be a squeeze! How's the sound there?
Sound was OK. It's always the same in music pubs I find: you get the people who want to watch by the stage, and the people who don't at the other end of the room shouting their heads off. Apart from that the PA seemed fine.
A little ditty for May Day: Unite and unite and let us all unite, For summer is acome unto day, And whither we are going we will all unite, In the merry morning of May. Arise up Mr. ---- I know you well afine, For summer is acome unto day, You have a shilling in your purse and I wish it was in mine In the merry morning of May. All out of your beds, For summer is acome unto day, Your chamber shall be strewed with the white rose and the red, In the merry morning of May. Where are the young men that here now should dance, For summer is acome unto day, Some they are in England and some they are in France In the merry morning of May. Where are the maidens that here now should sing For summer is acome unto day, They are in the meadows the flowers gathering, In the merry morning of May. Arise up Mr. ---- with your sword by your side, For summer is acome unto day, Your steed is in the stable awaiting for to ride In the merry morning of May. Arise up Miss ---- and strew all your flowers, For summer is acome unto day, It is but a while ago since we have strewed ours In the merry morning of May. O! where is St. George, O, where is he O? He is out in his long-boat all on the salt sea O. Up flies the kite and down falls the lark O, Aunt Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe And she died in her own Park O. With the merry ring, adieu the merry spring, For summer is acome unto day, How happy is the little bird that merrily doth sing In the merry morning of May. The young men of Padstow might if they would, For summer is acome unto day, They might have built a ship and gilded her with gold In the merry morning of May. The young women of Padstow might if they would, For summer is acome unto day, They might have made a garland with the white rose and the red, In the merry morning of May. Arise up Mr. ---- and reach me your hand, For summer is acome unto day, And you shall have a lively lass with a thousand pounds in hand In the merry morning of May. Arise up Miss ---- all in your cloak of silk, For summer is acome unto day, And all your body under as white as any milk, In the merry morning of May. O! where is St. George, O, where is he O? He is out in his long-boat all on the salt sea O. Up flies the kite and down falls the lark O, Aunt Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe And she died in her own Park O. With the merry ring, adieu the merry spring, For summer is acome unto day, How happy is the little bird that merrily doth sing In the merry morning of May. Now fare you well and bid you all good cheer, For summer is acome unto day, We call no more unto your house before another year In the merry morning of May. Welcome to Summer.
On the other hand: Svmer is icumen in Lhude sing cuccu Groweþ sed and bloweþ med and springþ þe wde nu Sing cuccu Awe bleteþ after lomb lhouþ after calue cu Bulluc sterteþ bucke uerteþ murie sing cuccu Cuccu cuccu Wel singes þu cuccu ne swik þu nauer nu Sing cuccu nu Sing cuccu Sing cuccu Sing cuccu nu That being the oldest song in the English language of which there are written records. Sounds great with a mixed choir in four part harmony.
It makes you wonder how far you could go back and still understand English. Shakespeare is clear, so 16th century is modern English. I suppose English became more standard once books and documents were written in English (as opposed to Latin). Prior to that regional differences must have been massive. And pronunciation and accents were probably totally different from today.
