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Post by Felice Landry on Jan 24, 2023 18:45:49 GMT
Dinner is 2forTuesday Pizza Hut.
That is all.
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Post by Sheep2 on Jan 24, 2023 19:09:22 GMT
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Post by Destry on Jan 24, 2023 19:10:58 GMT
Tick - fucking - Tock.
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Post by MrTiddles on Jan 24, 2023 19:38:34 GMT
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Post by Felice Landry on Jan 24, 2023 20:13:34 GMT
A bunch of nerds got scared, so what? <edit> "At the time of the Cuban missile crisis, the hands were at seven minutes to midnight, but the Bulletin’s board decided not to move them despite the crisis because by the time it came to make the decision, the near catastrophe appeared to have given Washington and Moscow fresh impetus to work towards risk reduction and arms control." The one time when everyone thought it would happen. I predict we won't have a nuclear war in my lifetime. Also why do YouTubers who say things are shit get vastly more views than people who say they are good? |
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Post by Chumbles on Jan 24, 2023 20:14:18 GMT
I am going to kip for a while, I hope. Here's crankcaller, getting stoned... |
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Post by lazybones on Jan 24, 2023 20:28:21 GMT
I can picture the Doomsday Clock on a wall. The wall is smashed through from behind by the gun of a Challenger 2 tank. amipal - I imagine the hatch opening and you cheerily popping up your head. |
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Post by lazybones on Jan 24, 2023 20:36:01 GMT
I once read ‘Eon’ by Greg Bear.
It was ok, but the thing I remember most about it was the description of nuclear war near the start. I think there’s some sort of limited nuclear exchange then ten years of diplomacy and international ‘politicking’(?) Then ‘the Big One’: World War Three - All in.
I bet it probably goes a bit like that.
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Post by Felice Landry on Jan 24, 2023 20:38:56 GMT
I once read ‘Eon’ by Greg Bear. It was ok, but the thing I remember most about it was the description of nuclear war near the start. I think there’s some sort of limited nuclear exchange then ten years of diplomacy and international ‘politicking’(?) Then ‘the Big One’: World War Three - All in. I bet it probably goes a bit like that. Didn't you fear nuclear war last year? One day you might be right. |
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Post by lazybones on Jan 24, 2023 20:42:27 GMT
I once read ‘Eon’ by Greg Bear. It was ok, but the thing I remember most about it was the description of nuclear war near the start. I think there’s some sort of limited nuclear exchange then ten years of diplomacy and international ‘politicking’(?) Then ‘the Big One’: World War Three - All in. I bet it probably goes a bit like that. Didn't you fear nuclear war last year? One day you might be right. I did, I think. I was convinced we would be in a conventional war with Russia at the end of last year. I was also entertaining a fantasy of a post-apocalyptic life, by a river in the heart of the Scottish Highlands. |
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Post by Felice Landry on Jan 24, 2023 20:49:01 GMT
Didn't you fear nuclear war last year? One day you might be right. I did, I think. I was convinced we would be in a conventional war with Russia at the end of last year. I was also entertaining a fantasy of a post-apocalyptic life, by a river in the heart of the Scottish Highlands. With Rolling and Faceless? <edit>or Crank, I forget which are our Scottish brethren. |
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Post by Tuffers on Jan 24, 2023 21:03:21 GMT
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon
Come, Armageddon, come.
Sweet release...
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Post by crankcaller on Jan 24, 2023 21:12:05 GMT
You don't want to survive a nuclear war. Move to West Central Scotland. Airports, nuclear submarines, deep water ports. We're gettin it.
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Post by Faceless on Jan 24, 2023 21:14:22 GMT
Have I just been accused of being Scottish?
I've never been so offended. It's a good thing I don't have access to nuclear weapons right now
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Post by Tuffers on Jan 24, 2023 21:15:26 GMT
We've all had a good innings. RIP in pieces.
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Post by Tuffers on Jan 24, 2023 21:17:20 GMT
Have I just been accused of being Scottish? I've never been so offended. It's a good thing I don't have access to nuclear weapons right now Pipe doon, McFaceless. Yerl get yer kilt in a wee twist laddie. |
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Post by RollingEscargot on Jan 24, 2023 21:17:27 GMT
Tuffers is the Scottish one isn't he? At least he will be once we invade Yorkshire when the end times begin.
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Post by Sheep2 on Jan 24, 2023 21:23:54 GMT
I wouldn't bother invading Yorkshire.
Stop at Durham or somewhere nice.
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Post by Sheep2 on Jan 24, 2023 21:25:22 GMT
Though if you'll take Lancashire we could throw in Yorkshire as a free gift.
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Post by Shenguin on Jan 24, 2023 21:30:49 GMT
First we take Durham, and then we take Sheffield.
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Post by Sheep2 on Jan 24, 2023 21:35:32 GMT
First we take Durham, and then we take Sheffield. No. You have to take Manchester before Sheffield. And anyway you aren't part of the Scottish invasion. |
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Post by RollingEscargot on Jan 24, 2023 21:37:04 GMT
As long as Tebay remains outside the militarized zone, to allow construction of a proper Thunderdome.
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Post by RollingEscargot on Jan 24, 2023 21:37:56 GMT
First we take Durham, and then we take Sheffield. First we take Newcastle, then we take Penrith? |
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Post by Tuffers on Jan 24, 2023 21:38:06 GMT
Lancashire? Hot pot eating surrender monkeys. The Scotch will have sacked them before second breakfast.
My Grandad (on Dad's side) was a Scotch, so I could play both sides, like a modern day Robert The Bruce, then choose the victorious side as my kin.
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Post by Destry on Jan 24, 2023 21:50:04 GMT
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang ‘s my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll make it whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.
Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
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