Posted on 10/24/2007 8:17:42 PM PDT by Mo1
Same here. Very weird!
US???? I declare, Cardy, you'd listen to anything that yankee shark tells you!
Beauty of a destroyer you had there, revealing that you are British. No wonder you live in Spain now. Spain is to UK as Cape Cod is to Massachusetts.
How does Grand Harbor, Malta, look today compared to when that photo of the HMS Birmingham was taken?
Didn’t see it, either, till copying url. Cute boat.
Is Llandulas where you were born? I haven’t been to Llandulas, but enjoyed enough of Wales to like it a lot.
In Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch I asked a clerk, “How do you pronounce it,” and she said, “Llanfair.”
Where is that? It’s glorious!
Sweet pool & hot tub!
That’s like how do you say “El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciúncula”?
LA....
What’s that last word? Have to do with pigs?
Oy vey!
See what happens!
Everyone has fun with that name... Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, we used to call it Llanfair P G.
I was not born in Llanddulas, which is village between Colwyn Bay and Rhyl, but it was boyhood paradise of sea and mountains. Especially climbing Maiden´s Leap and standing near the precipice which I would not have the courage to do today.
What brought you to Wales?
WOW! While I’m not one to find a city view appealing, I am sometimes awed by them.
You like that? It does look interesting.
Now Darlin’, don’t be too hard on Sharky. While his team lost, he can still shout with pride, “We used to be # 23!.”
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
Christopher Marlowe 
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