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"Ducks and runs, takes cover initially, then is strident where the snowballs originate."(4,5)
Not too hard today.
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur .
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Soft Penis
sorry, which bit is the clue again?
“I believe that there is an equality to all humanity. We all suck.” Bill Hicks
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Dalek Dave wrote: Ducks - OO
runs - R
takes - T
cover initially - C
strident - LOUD
where the snowballs originate - OORT CLOUD
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Well Done.
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Obscurum per obscurius.
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Thanks 
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So how was the Camra thing then, didn't expect a post today 
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Very good, until about 6.00pm.
I had had enough Real Ale by then and resorted to Ciders.
By 9.00pm I was non-cognitive.
And my old haunt was gone, turned into a canteen!
The Chough[^] was a pub I frequented when I was a Lean Green Mean Machine about 25 years ago.
(I was based in Larkhill, just up the road and we would drink in Salisbury on a Friday night).
Anyway it has now become Bill's[^].
Sad!
It was a great boozer.
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur .
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Cider is just plain evil in my book!, Once at a drinking do in Bristol at a place called the Coronation Tap (a noted Cider venue) drinks were bought and 5 halves of what best can described as Apple juice, being an under grad at the time I drank one said 'Cheers' to my comrades and downed it in one! closely followed by the other four apple juices (rather sweet on the way down, and the way up!) don't really remember much other than saying the famous phrase "I'm not pithed, what are talking about!".
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Same with me when it comes to "champagne" ciders in Normandy and Brittany. We had a leisurely meal at a restaurant in Honfleur and had two 750ml bottles of cider. It was very tasty on the way down and it stayed there. When we came to stand I felt as if my feet were made of lead and my head's "gyroscope" was beginning to wobble. Nighttime and driving on the wrong side of the road didn't help. The driving was okay but "forgetting" where the essential landmarks were that lead back to the hotel was a bit of a pain.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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Cider is just evil, champagne or not there is a Farm near here that does scrumpy that eat the container I kid you not. A now its being market at the youth (fighting juice to replace Stella)
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Scrumpy is certainly evil.
In my experience, it only gets you drunk when you stand up.
Prior to that, all is fine - then stand up for any reason and *WHAM* you're unable too...
It's the only drink that has ever got me dancing through a park in Minehead, singing "The Floral Dance" tune as loud as possible while a band was playing a totally different tune in the bandstand. I was not popular that night...
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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Minehead, Authur C. Clarke territory. On a side note I have vomited//no visited the park of which you speak what was the pub called...
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Hey, come on!
I was drinking scrumpy. I couldn't remember my name, much less the pubs! 
Plus, this was back in the eighties: a decade of which I have but hazy recollections - probably due to alcohol abuse on a reasonably massive scale (well, as massive as my wages / student grant / early stage motorcycle addiction could support)
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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+1 for the Corry Tap
We can’t stop here, this is bat country - Hunter S Thompson RIP
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I take it from that you have imbibed there, have you also tried the Apple on the dock side? I still can't get over ordering 3 pints of Katy Perry, 1 Pint of Shin Knocker & a Stella
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Yes an eon ago, my friend went to Uni in Bristol and that was his local - happy days.
We can’t stop here, this is bat country - Hunter S Thompson RIP
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From the CP 'server room'(1) came at first a low, moaning sound, which slowly grew to a roar and reached crescendo in an indescribable cacophony (which I, therefore, will not attempt to describe).
Upon opening the door, Chris et al(2) were sickened at the sight of broken and burned servers, lying amidst pools of fresh, red blood and somewhat gingery fur.
Thinking only of their users, the staff quickly cleared up the worst of the mess into bio-degradable bags and, concerned about the environment, and the legendary wrath of Canadian refuse collectors, they buried the debris in the grounds of Chez CP.
Time passed.
Strolling past the building on his daily constitutional, Chris was stopped by a dear old lady, admiring the beautiful daffodils covering the lawns outside the office.
Chris explained that, following the burying of the remains of the server room, the flowers had been blooming almost constantly.
"That's strange" said the lady ...
"You usually get tulips from hamster jam"
(1) Broom closet
(2) Al was the new guy
MVVM # - I did it My Way
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Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011
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(That's an 'M')
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/tubleweed[^]
I think it would have been better for the old lady to have said the opposite; "Well what do you expect, " said the lady,
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I'm on a highway to.....oh look.
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Where is the butterfly? I do not see it 
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In this context I would expect "I'm on a highway to..... mmmh beer"
Politicians are always realistically manoeuvering for the next election. They are obsolete as fundamental problem-solvers.
Buckminster Fuller
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My key to the executive lounge must have slipped down between the servers during the re-rack?
Oh my whatever am I to do all my personalized gear is in there; autographed mug, tie-die t-shirt, etc..
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