Shay being a twunt

[ant london]

*chortle*...very good Johannes!

[john68]

*chortle*...very good Johannes!

Some things in life just have to be done Antonio....:-)

[johnny crossan]

*chortle*...very good Johannes!

Some things in life just have to be done Antonio....:-)

will you become john12 next week?

[gillie]

*chortle*...very good Johannes!

Some things in life just have to be done Antonio....:-)

will you become john12 next week?

No he will be john120 mate.

[john68]

I actually gave that move some thought...but thinking makes me tired, so I fell asleep.

I also thought about changing mu username to "Smartarse bastard chops"...but rejected it in case people got me mixed up with Gillie.

It was kind of you to ask though,

[craigmcfc]

I assume so....can't see it being this one ;-)

this Shay?

I was there on Thursday night as my lad was in an under 14s final. Second leg of the Blue Square North play-off semi on Sunday too. I'm hoping for a 3rd consecutive promotion for them.

Alas my hopes went out of the window. They lost one nil at home.

Not that anyone probably cares on here.........

[john68]

Sorry to hear that Craig, disappointing for you....and Nont Sarahs has closed down....( so I was told) What's going on over there in those hills?

[craigmcfc]

Sorry to hear that Craig, disappointing for you....and Nont Sarahs has closed down....( so I was told) What's going on over there in those hills?

Didn't know about the Nont Sarahs, that's a shame, nice little watering hole that one. It's a shame for Halifax too, especially as 2 more former league teams will be joining them next season, Darlington and Chester, so next season could be even tougher.

[john68]

Sorry to hear that Craig, disappointing for you....and Nont Sarahs has closed down....( so I was told) What's going on over there in those hills?

Didn't know about the Nont Sarahs, that's a shame, nice little watering hole that one. It's a shame for Halifax too, especially as 2 mo former league teams will be joining them next season, Darlington and Chester, so next season could be even tougher.

Kath will be gutted when I tell her. Heard from girls on a Hen do from Slowwit!

[craigmcfc]

Sorry to hear that Craig, disappointing for you....and Nont Sarahs has closed down....( so I was told) What's going on over there in those hills?

Didn't know about the Nont Sarahs, that's a shame, nice little watering hole that one. It's a shame for Halifax too, especially as 2 mo former league teams will be joining them next season, Darlington and Chester, so next season could be even tougher.

Kath will be gutted when I tell her. Heard from girls on a Hen do from Slowwit!

She should be, they probably won't even make the play-offs :-)

[john68]

Dear Kath,
Nont Sarah's is shut but not to worry we're having a pie at the Shay. That should cheer her up Craig. I'll mention it was your suggestion. Looks like the Fleece ans Barkisland is the only option left. Any suggestions?

[craigmcfc]

I don't really get out and about to country pubs much these days though the Fleece is a good shout John

[johnny crossan]

remember him being roasted in 3 consecutive derby victories at the swamp?



Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day,
And then, of a sudden, it — ah, but stay,
I'll tell you what happened without delay,
Scaring the parson into fits,
Frightening people out of their wits, —
Have you ever heard of that, I say?

Seventeen hundred and fifty-five.
Georgius Secundus was then alive, —

Snuffy old drone from the German hive.
That was the year when Lisbon-town
Saw the earth open and gulp her down,
And Braddock's army was done so brown,
Left without a scalp to its crown.
It was on the terrible Earthquake-day
That the Deacon finished the one-hoss shay.

Now in building of chaises, I tell you what,
There is always somewhere a weakest spot, —
In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill,
In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill,
In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still,
Find it somewhere you must and will, —
Above or below, or within or without, —
And that's the reason, beyond a doubt,
A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out.

But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do,
With an "I dew vum," or an "I tell yeou")
He would build one shay to beat the taown
'N' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun';
It should be so built that it could n' break daown:
"Fur," said the Deacon, "'t 's mighty plain
Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain;
'N' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain,
Is only jest
T' make that place uz strong uz the rest."

So the Deacon inquired of the village folk
Where he could find the strongest oak,
That could n't be split nor bent nor broke, —
That was for spokes and floor and sills;
He sent for lancewood to make the thills;
The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees,
The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese,
But lasts like iron for things like these;
The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum," —
Last of its timber, — they could n't sell 'em,
Never an axe had seen their chips,
And the wedges flew from between their lips,
Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips;
Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw,
Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too,
Steel of the finest, bright and blue;
Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide;
Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide
Found in the pit when the tanner died.
That was the way he "put her through."
"There!" said the Deacon, "naow she'll dew!"

Do! I tell you, I rather guess
She was a wonder, and nothing less!
Colts grew horses, beards turned gray,
Deacon and deaconess dropped away,
Children and grandchildren — where were they?
But there stood the stout old one-hoss shay
As fresh as on Lisbon-earthquake-day!

EIGHTEEN HUNDRED; — it came and found
The Deacon's masterpiece strong and sound.
Eighteen hundred increased by ten; —
"Hahnsum kerridge" they called it then.
Eighteen hundred and twenty came; —
Running as usual; much the same.
Thirty and forty at last arrive,
And then come fifty, and FIFTY-FIVE.

Little of all we value here
Wakes on the morn of its hundreth year
Without both feeling and looking queer.
In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth,
So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
(This is a moral that runs at large;
Take it. — You're welcome. — No extra charge.)

FIRST OF NOVEMBER, — the Earthquake-day, —
There are traces of age in the one-hoss shay,
A general flavor of mild decay,
But nothing local, as one may say.
There could n't be, — for the Deacon's art
Had made it so like in every part
That there was n't a chance for one to start.
For the wheels were just as strong as the thills,
And the floor was just as strong as the sills,
And the panels just as strong as the floor,
And the whipple-tree neither less nor more,
And the back crossbar as strong as the fore,
And spring and axle and hub encore.
And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt
In another hour it will be worn out!

First of November, 'Fifty-five!
This morning the parson takes a drive.
Now, small boys, get out of the way!
Here comes the wonderful one-horse shay,
Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay.
"Huddup!" said the parson. — Off went they.
The parson was working his Sunday's text, —
Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed
At what the — Moses — was coming next.
All at once the horse stood still,
Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill.
First a shiver, and then a thrill,
Then something decidedly like a spill, —
And the parson was sitting upon a rock,
At half past nine by the meet'n-house clock, —
Just the hour of the Earthquake shock!
What do you think the parson found,
When he got up and stared around?
The poor old chaise in a heap or mound,
As if it had been to the mill and ground!
You see, of course, if you're not a dunce,
How it went to pieces all at once, —
All at once, and nothing first, —
Just as bubbles do when they burst.

End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
Logic is logic. That's all I say