Brunstrom is a twat

Impressed....

'****' really only appears in 'Modern English versions, see line 320
here:

http://www.librarius.com/canttran/reevtale/reevtale314-344.htm

 

A little 'oops, sorry' wouldn't go amiss, now that nice Mr Firth has
pointed out your error and you've had time to read it properly....

 

<Applause>

Y'see - we[1] 'dangerous' bikers are (generally) in favour of TrafPlod -
espeecially the bike-riding variety.

What we are not in favour of is jumped up little PCs in cars who think
that just because they have finished Henden that makes them masters of
the road with the ability to instantly judge peoples driving or riding
ability. Most of them seem to have very little knowledge of the laws of
the road (or even the highway code!).

Phil.


[1] He say - taking a huge liberty in speaking generally for all.
Schtop me if I go too far..

 

But still speeding.

Would you now like to take both feet out of your mouth and start
picking the shotgun pellets out of them?

Phil

 

Straw man. Motorbikes are not guns. Thank you for playing - game over.

Phil.

 

Straw man and entirely wrong. Is Kev trying for some sort of award
for the most logical fallacies in a single posting?

 

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<Kev's Voice>

"It was summertime and village cricket was the delight of everyone.
Nearly every village had its own cricket field where the young men
played and the old men watched. In my village in Cheshire they have
their own ground, where they have played these last 70 years. They tend
it well. The wicket area is well rolled and mown. The outfield is kept
short. It has a good club house for the players and seats for the
onlookers. The village team play there on Saturdays and Sundays. They
belong to a league, competing with the neighbouring villages. On other
evenings after work they practise while the light lasts. Yet now after
these 70 years a judge of the High Court has ordered that they must not
play there any more. He has issued an injunction to stop them. He has
done it at the instance of a newcomer who is no lover of cricket. This
newcomer has built, or has had built for him, a house on the edge of the
cricket ground which four years ago was a field where cattle grazed. The
animals did not mind the cricket. But now this adjoining field has been
turned into a housing estate. The newcomer bought one of the houses on
the edge of the cricket ground. No doubt the open space was a selling
point. Now he complains that when a batsman hits a six the ball has been
known to land in his garden or on or near his house. His wife has got so
upset about it that they always go out at week-ends. They do not go into
the garden when cricket is being played. They say that this is
intolerable. So they asked the judge to stop the cricket being played.
And the judge, much against his will, has felt that he must order the
cricket to be stopped: with the consequence, I suppose, that the Cricket
Club will disappear. The cricket ground will be turned to some other
use. I expect for more houses or a factory. The young men will turn to
other things instead of cricket. But yes, indeed that reminds me of my
first and indeed only experience of sex, and it was not inconsiderably
interesting, in those far off summer days that seemed to last forever."

 

Maybe it is, I'm not sure, but I don't tow things anyhow.

Presumably what Kev is doing there is slightly over the limit, but
within the tolerance zone he works to.

At least he doesn't complain about us going slightly over the limit,
since that's what he does, as he has frequently explained.

Best wishes all,
Dave.

 

It's OK, they don't have to be right, they can make the law up as they
go along.

<http://www.tamesidereporter.com/fullstory.php?paper=0&ID=266>

DG

 

131ps? That's barely enough for a bike, let alone a car!

I dunno mid 80s on a bike is pretty fast, but my car could do with more than
180bhp.

Quite funny that a lot of the bikers also have Volvos, my parents have
Volvos and my dad is an ex biker.

 

And that just about sums up the type of driver you are are does it not?
Is that all?

 

My chickwheels only make about 70bhp, but that's enough to put 140 on
the clock. Fucking dull way of doing it though.

 

Interesting, and I can well believe it.

They have their job to do of course, but I do sometimes wonder what
Traffic Officers, in general, honestly feel about our NSL, and whether
they would prefer not to bother trying to enforce it.

Best wishes all,
Dave.

 

TripleS () gurgled happily, sounding much
like they were saying :

Traffic Officers like Uno-Hoo claims to have been, y'mean...?

 

Not all TOs are as brainwashed, dense & hypocritical as him, thankfully.

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I dunno mid 80s on a bike is pretty fast, but my car could do with more

It was a GSX600F and I did have it up to 145mph - kept running out of
straight roads though!

 

Exactly. Avoiding doing anything risky, or not eating the "wrong" (i.e.
pleasurable) foods etc doesn't necessarily cause one to live longer, it just
seems like it.

 

Claims? Whilst I disagree with Kev on certain subjects, I believe he is
quite genuine in what he says about his career.

When my 3.8 Jaguar was stolen in Sheffield in May 1974 it was recovered
for me at the Knutsford Service Area by PC Graham Gandy of Cheshire
Constabulary. I understand Graham is now retired, but he and Kev were
colleagues in the same force prior to their retirement.

Best wishes all,
Dave.

 

It magically transmogrifies itself into a stroker?

Is this some weird morphic-resonance side effect of the owner's
predilection for LCs?

 

Yebbut, that's only a modern translation. Nevill Coghill did the best
translations of Chaucer that I ever read, and he used "****" a lot too. For
the first known written instance of the word, you have to go forward a few
years to William Dunbar (1460-1520): "Yit be his feirris he wald haif
fukkit:/ Ye brek my hairt, my bony ane." (Yeah, it's in Scots, I know.)

Chaucer, OTOH, made good use of the word "quaynte", which is,
etymologically, "****".

I like Chaucer a lot.