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Just bought this on DVD, chlidren's 7-part series from 1977, compared to The Wicker Man. |
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Hey Paul...how's things? Is the DVD any good? |
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hi there Lee - I'm watching the 1st episode now - looks promising thanks. Things are going very well thank-you - started uni, started seeing Fiona again, learning French, feeling better about myself -- how about you? |
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Excellent. I am learning Japanese and I am taking my girlfriend to Japan in November for a couple of weeks. What are you studying at university? |
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I`m learning Spanish. I don`t have a missus called Fiona though, so the similarities end there! |
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I have a couple of books on Spanish and Italian -- but ... French seems to be the most familiar to me :D |
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Permita que mi vuele sobre La tierra en mi motocicleta como icono Che Guevara El rebelde con una causa the lyrics to my new song! |
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Hey marlowe, have you heard the new Roger Waters songs? |
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I have not, beatz - any good? I downloaded the new Cohen album... sorry, Lee, I didn't see your response ! I'm studying Publishing - hope your Japan visit goes smoothly :) |
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"lLeaving Beirut" is a nice poetic rambling on US/UK foreign policy. The other song is not so great. |
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he can be a bit of a pompous waffler, can our Rog... |
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"WAFFLE" LEAVING BEIRUT So we left Beirut Willa and I He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic Success! An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus ' The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver " J'ai pas de l'argent " " Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door I stooped to look inside at the two men there One besuited, bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late The other, the one who had spoken, Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton shirt With one biro in the breast pocket A clerk maybe, slightly sunken in the seat "Venez!" He said again, and smiled "Mais j'ai pas de l'argent" "Oui, Oui, d'accord, Venez!" ______________________ Are these the people that we should bomb Are we so sure they mean us harm Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime Is this a mountain that we really want to climb The road is hard, hard and long Put down that two by four This man would never turn you from his door Oh George! Oh George! That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small ______________________ He beckoned with a small arthritic motion of his hand Fingers together like a child waving goodbye The driver put my old Hofner guitar in the boot with my rucksack And off we went " Vous etes Francais, monsieur? " " Non, Anglais " " Ah! Anglais " " Est-ce que vous parlais Anglais, Monsieur? " "Non, je regrette" And so on In small talk between strangers, his French alien but correct Mine halting but eager to please A lift, after all, is a lift Late moustache left us brusquely And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb |
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