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alltatup
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Pagan, the reasoun that the sun nouw sets oun the British empire is precisely this: your spelling counfused everyoune, whou then kicked you out of their countries, refusing to be your colounies any lounger.
There are very good reasons why color is not spelled colour. It's pronounced, cull or --- not cull hour. You are a frivolous speller.
There are very good reasons why color is not spelled colour. It's pronounced, cull or --- not cull hour. You are a frivolous speller.
PaganRich
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alltatup But where does it end Atu...take for instance `alright my luvver` which is Somerset spelling for `alright my lover`. Now, it could potentially morph into luva, luver, luffa (a small vine related to the cucumber family) or even loofah (which could raise concerns about someone`s grasp on reality or lack of friends)...you need to have a calm stabalizing and pragmatic appraisal upon the humble word and what better place to set that bench mark than the humble British-a meek and mild race. Let`s put aside this rancid talk of old colonial issues and raise our voices in recognition of the beauty of the English (note that word) language and the creators of said language so I shall leave you with this:
An Ode to the English Language
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and there would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is no egg in
eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England. We take English for
granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can
work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from
Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don’t fing, grocers
don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of
them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship…
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and
in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?
An Ode to the English Language
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and there would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is no egg in
eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England. We take English for
granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can
work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from
Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don’t fing, grocers
don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of
them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship…
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and
in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?
alltatup
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Pagan, you write like a politician, but I will not be dazzled by all your star dust and allow you to change the subject. Here is a simple list for you to remember how to spell words CORRECTLY:
color
theater
estrogen
apologize
lime (not limey: it's not an adjective!)
ass not arse
biscuit not bikkie
trunk not boot
sweater not jumper
see ya later not ta ta
Of course, anything that Jane Austen writes is absolutely correct. But she's the only British author (not authour) who is 100% correct about English usage.
color
theater
estrogen
apologize
lime (not limey: it's not an adjective!)
ass not arse
biscuit not bikkie
trunk not boot
sweater not jumper
see ya later not ta ta
Of course, anything that Jane Austen writes is absolutely correct. But she's the only British author (not authour) who is 100% correct about English usage.
PaganRich
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alltatup I suppose imitation, even if incorrect is the most potent form of flattery but you must appreciate that if all the 328 million Americans out there went along with this kind of attitude then where does it end: no more I before E except after C? There would be chaos. Standards would fall and we would be no better off than some abbreviated Google algorithm. It would be anarchy-anarchy, I say-and I do not bandy that word loosely, nay. So, I beseech you my humble American cousin, pick up that English dictionary and wave it proudly above your head in Times Square and shout to your fellows, `If it was good enough for Jane Austen then it is good enough for me too. So sayth I`. Then run before the Law turns up
MeestaFeesha
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Sacre bleu! ¡¿Hay alguien aqui quien tambien le gusta ser un 'grammar' y 'spelling' Natzi?! I thought I was the only one! (I'm waiting for someone to spell "patience" wrong again). I happen to just read Pagan's text with a proper accent due to the spelling.
I honestly enjoyed reading that back and forth!
I honestly enjoyed reading that back and forth!
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PaganRich
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MeestaFeesha alltatup These discussions happen more often than you would believe....she is a very articulate, intelligent, stubborn and tenacious woman and you venture forth into a debate with some caution and trepidation. She can verbally castrate you without breaking into a sweat. That`s why I prefer to wear a fur lined chainmail codpiece during these exchanges...comfort and security whilst being fashionably attired 
alltatup
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PaganRich MeestaFeesha I'm no castrator, gents!!! Now Pagan is trying to disarm me with compliments so that I'll give in to his arguments in support of those barbaric and brazenly broken British spelling rules. And although I respect Pagan and feel deep affection for him, one has to stand one's ground because he is cunning and persistent in his efforts to impose pure anarchy on the new and improved American way of spelling.
PaganRich
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alltatup I really do despair over the lack of education in your neck of the woods concerning medieval plate armour accoutrements. I mean, if you`re fighting lads armed with something called sinisterly, Bollock Daggers you`d want your meat and two veg to be somewhat protected. Granted these daggers had two bollock shapes incorporated into the handle but it`s the name that does give one pause for thought. Now, I will add some pics to show the appearance and function of a codpiece...it is in no way meant to be sexually intimidating or inappropriate but is added only to show historical edification. No fish were harmed or inconvenienced in the making of this article
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alltatup
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Pagan: like your pictures, you are projecting. It is you, not I, who has a terrible problem with language. I think that perahps you suffer from a mildy severe form of dyslexia, because you keep getting things backwards. So please sit down and I'll explain.
This is a piece of cod. This is what you mean to say.
As for meat and two vegetables, you will have to protect your own plate. This looks like typical British food to me, with the veggies in the middle. Surely you did not mean to suggest that bollocks are vegetables, which is just absurd.
Regarding this word "bollocks" you keep using, and all this talk of protection, daggers, sinisterly attacks, etc. If I understand you correctly, I think you are actually referring to the bullet bra, which was first worn during Medieval times:
Let your trussed up lad near her, and she'd pierce his armor (no u, thank you) in a heartbeat. The armor's protrusion doesn't stand a chance against these fierce doggies.
All of the above information can be synthesized if we simply use the crab bra:
We have shellfish, so no need for cod. Or the British food. We have fierce claws, so no need for dagger or armor.
Finally, Pagan, you speak of something giving you paws (or perhaps claws). Here:
I give you paws. Now all of this linguistic confusion must stop. If the Queen were reading your garbled pidgen English rantings, she'd have you taken to the Tower. So just never mind the bollocks.
This is a piece of cod. This is what you mean to say.
As for meat and two vegetables, you will have to protect your own plate. This looks like typical British food to me, with the veggies in the middle. Surely you did not mean to suggest that bollocks are vegetables, which is just absurd.
Regarding this word "bollocks" you keep using, and all this talk of protection, daggers, sinisterly attacks, etc. If I understand you correctly, I think you are actually referring to the bullet bra, which was first worn during Medieval times:
Let your trussed up lad near her, and she'd pierce his armor (no u, thank you) in a heartbeat. The armor's protrusion doesn't stand a chance against these fierce doggies.
All of the above information can be synthesized if we simply use the crab bra:
We have shellfish, so no need for cod. Or the British food. We have fierce claws, so no need for dagger or armor.
Finally, Pagan, you speak of something giving you paws (or perhaps claws). Here:
I give you paws. Now all of this linguistic confusion must stop. If the Queen were reading your garbled pidgen English rantings, she'd have you taken to the Tower. So just never mind the bollocks.
PaganRich
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alltatup I must just say one final thing....that was a damn fine looking breakfast, take 3 sausages off and add another fried egg and more bacon plus switch the toast for fried bread and add a glass of orange juice(Need those vitamins) with the coffee and that would be just about Heaven sent perfection...you can`t beat a good fry up. Sets you up for the day. True. Set up and good to go.
SoOrbudgal
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I am nearly choking on my damn ice tea you two are killing it. FYI alltatup I had the best cod fish fry last weekend camping at our coast with some friends. I think she use tempura batter with beer I did the cabbage slaw & onion rings with her tempura beer batter. LOL vernacular warping
I did the cabbage slaw & onion rings with her tempura beer batter. LOL vernacular warping
SoOrbudgal
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I bet those "cod pieces" were no fun in a blizzard
PaganRich
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SoOrbudgal Fur lined with silk threading would be my answer to that tricky problem...otherwise Brass Monkeys spring to mind and no one wants that
PaganRich
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alltatup No...but I was getting a tad peckish though....Hang on I usually get a tirade against our culinary cuisine. Not a mutter over fried bread, no hint of distain for another fried egg (cooked in lard as well)...I am wary...it`s like the Cavalry Sergeant that rides up to the Officer and says `It`s too damn quiet. I don`t like it. ` and next minute, he`s riddled with arrows and there`s Apache everywhere
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PaganRich
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This is another PeyoteCritical on the go which I`ve just topped an inch shy of the frame but what got me was the size of the leaves. Compared to other lasses of the same strain, these are much larger...I`ve got to say, I`m loving these Vipars, totally sold on them
