Some Fathers Do have 'em

"A man who drove over his father's head in an attempt to help him commit
suicide has been spared jail. "

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/southern_counties/3808711.stm

"When Nicholas Bailey emerged from beneath the car with just tyre tracks
across his face, his son hit him with a three-foot-long spirit level, but
again he escaped serious injury".

Kids of today eh.

 

He was trying to be level headed.

 

But who bubbled him up to the police?

 

he's flat mate

 

ROTFLMAO!

Thank you for that, made my day!

 

Nah, it's the parents... they **** you up.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "flash@work"

Can't trust 'm to do anything right.

--

Dave

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Heh - that's the one. Who's the author?

 

Larkin, innit?

 

I'd be more impressed if you could complete it without googling.

 

Mr Larkin. I mentioned it to you a few weeks back.

 

You would be N. Murray Esq AICMFF wotsits if you'd gotten the quote right.

 

They fill you with the faults
They had
And add some extra
Just for you.

Larkin.

 

Did't you just read it from the prison tatoo on your thigh?

The last verse is my favourite bit anyway

"man hands on misery to man
it deepens like a coastal shelf
get out as early as you can
and don't have any kids yourself"

Apart from Jabberwocky it's probably the only poetry I can reliably
recite for some reason; read at an impressionable age I guess (40).

 

"Without a quickening of the heart,
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

and

"The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;

I quite like, but can never remember...

"And smash his hands so used to stroke
and stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.

Although trying to remember the first two proved difficult.

 

I suppose if I thought I could add:


"In Xanadu did kubla khan a stately pleasure dome decree..."

or

"Half a league, half a league , half a league onwards
Half a league into the valley of death rode the six hundred"

or

"There is an ancient mariner and he stoppeth (?) one in three"

But that's probably it. Maybe. And I don't know any of those to
anywhere near completion. I must have done some poetry for my English
lit. 'O' Level but I'm fucked if I can remember any of it now.

 

I can recognise those (except the first as I thought it was Rush first
and Coleridge copied them) but can't recite them.

I was rather shocked I couldn't recite all of Anthem, but have a
favourite line from Slough. What does that say....?

Plath was in my English Lit exam. In unrelated news I got a U.

 

I can still recite loads of stuff I was made to learn by heart as a
'punishment' by the sadistic prefects at boarding school. I'm glad it
didn't put me off. Unlike the music teacher who ripped my book in half
and threw it across the room at me. I could have been a composer...

 

That you hate the Brunel express way?

Crikey, that's a bit modern isn't it, Plath? You're an old fart aren't
you? You know, similar age to Champ and all that.

 

"The chatty, the catty, the boring, adoring,
The cold and official and the heart's outpouring,
Clever, stupid, short and long,
The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong"

sounds a bit like UKRM.

I prefer Brooke's

"These laid the world away; poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,
That men call age; and those would would have been,
Their sons, they gave, their immortality"