Comments on: Blighty Ho

By: Doomy

Doomy — Sun, 18 Jun 2006 16:17:26 +0000

Fun fun. Watch your purse. Er… back pockets.

I can’t speak for weird Australian goth people, but over here, you generally laugh at people proclaiming to be sports fans because you assume they are jocks and, therefore, stupid. Luckily I am long past my stereotyping days (except about frat boys, sorority girls, other pierced people, people with shiny cars, people with tiny little dogs in their purses, people with accents, and everyone else), but if I weren’t, I could probably tell you a bit more.

I think they are counting on people fearing to attack them, because… piercings can be wielded in battle and posses magical powers.

By: Doomy

Doomy — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 05:47:25 +0000

I just found out that somewhere in England, they do this thing called um… well, I don’t remember what it’s called, but it involves throwing a big wheel of cheese down a hill that is so steep it is classified as a cliff, which also happens to be pockmarked with holes and rocks, and having all the people who wish to participate run after it, tripping and rolling over each other. The cheese gets up to 70 mph, which I believe is around 120 kph or so.

The winner gets the cheese wheel.

It is glorious.

By: popogeejo

popogeejo — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 05:48:18 +0000

Ah sweet Britania. The worst they have there is drive by arguments…
Have a nice trip young Tim and Simon.

By: popogeejo

popogeejo — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 14:41:05 +0000

And for mr. Doomy. It’s a small town in the north of England that does the Cheese rolling IIRC. Wales has a naff yearly talent show and all we do is lament the loss of the colonies while sipping tea and raising Football hooligans.

We are the fattest, most drug popping country in Europe. We have the most asthmatics and teenage parents in Europe aswell. We rule.

By: Doomy

Doomy — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 16:10:57 +0000

Sounds like the public high school here.

Thanks for the info, and um… it’s “miss”.

By: Richard Colwill

Richard Colwill — Tue, 04 Jul 2006 16:05:19 +0000

Tim As discussed
>>Land of the fried Mars bar- this is Scotland or Northern Ireland- Not your father’s fatherland of England- in fact our Great Grandfather arrived from the furthest pint from there of Cornwall- fish maybe- no mars bars
>> I’ve nothing coherant to say- mmm wouldn’t disagree mostly LOL
>>You’re all weak. And oddly sized.
Well, my twin nemesis- if you were as disturbed as I was about the similarities then you’ll retract- otherwise in the absence of me being in Oz for a while please feel free to beat yourself up- you know it’s coming from someone of the right size and strength- LOL
Mr. Doomy ought to watch out calling you a wierd Australian Goth boy as that means there are now two of us on his case! And popogeejo didn’t quite have it right- the village for chasing Cheese down a cliff face is in Gloucestershire- but these things happen ;-)we wouldn’t be the mad british eccentrics you can all laugh at otherwise
Lovely to meet the adult you- hope you arrive home alright and the knee isn’t too painful- Hope to catch you online soon
Cousin Rich (elder of the twin Nemeses)

By: Mark

Mark — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 16:27:45 +0000

Land of the battered Mars bar is Scotland