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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Roger Kettle on September 23, 2007, 07:57:55 PM
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I've just been reading a magazine article about Montana writers---particularly those who write about Native American culture. One of them is called Adolf Hungry-Wolf. I think this is probably the greatest name for an author ever.
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I have read books by Harry Turtledove Like that one to.
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I've just been reading a magazine article about Montana writers---particularly those who write about Native American culture. One of them is called Adolf Hungry-Wolf. I think this is probably the greatest name for an author ever.
Certainly has the edge on Enid Blyton.
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I have read books by Harry Turtledove Like that one to.
I finally installed a Peter-Translator into my computer and it was worth every penny.
" I have read books by Harry Turtledove. I like that name also."
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Roger - brilliant. Can you translate everything Peter writes?
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I have read books by Harry Turtledove Like that one to.
I finally installed a Peter-Translator into my computer and it was worth every penny.
" I have read books by Harry Turtledove. I like that name also."
Away you go George.
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I've always wanted to be called Yancey Thigpen.
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I've always wanted to be called Yancey Thigpen.
We can all start calling you Yancey if it helps.
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Would you, Peter? Would you no that for little old me?
Thank you for not descending into Sikesian murk.
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I have read books by Harry Turtledove Like that one to.
I finally installed a Peter-Translator into my computer and it was worth every penny.
" I have read books by Harry Turtledove. I like that name also."
Away you go George.
Roger. Please translate this one for me. ???
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When I worked at Tesco, one of our trainee managers was called to a checkout to take over the till when a checkout operator had to do a dash to the loo, apparently ill.
It was a cover story, in fact she was doubled up, silently trying to suppress a laugh when a customer presented his checkbook proudly bearing the name Kevin Weedick.
I used that name in my biographies of Blacknose The Pirate characters later. In the Blacknose strip, his nemesis the Crimson Corsair's real name is Kevin Weedick, something only Blacknose knows.
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When I worked at Tesco, one of our trainee managers was called to a checkout to take over the till when a checkout operator had to do a dash to the loo, apparently ill.
It was a cover story, in fact she was doubled up, silently trying to suppress a laugh when a customer presented his checkbook proudly bearing the name Kevin Weedick.
What an incredibly unfortunate name. Fancy being called Kevin!
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I liked the old northern Names like Entwistle Clutterbuck and the likes.
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I once had the forum moniker of "Horace Postlethwaite". I made the name up, but I loved the sound of it.
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I love the name Henry Soup O'Baud because it's an anagram of Up yours, nobhead!
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Is it not pathetic when your son has to resort to name calling as a way of getting attention.
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One really has to blame the parents! :D
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One really has to blame the parents! :D
How can you say that Vulture.
Forty years we have worked our fingers to the bone to drag him up and look were he is now.
Still lodging with us half the week eating us out of house and home.
Then off he goes gallivanting about till he hungry then back to us.
If you have some magic wisdom please feel free to give it to us.
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move... when he is out gallivanting ;D
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Peter, I had to bid my number one son a tearful goodbye when he was 22. It was for the usual reasons. I'd come back from a hard day's work and he'd still be in bed; and he'd stay there until dinner was ready. (I know, I shouldn't have cooked but I had two younger children and they needed feeding.) He still hasn't found a job that's 'right' for him and he's 42 this year.
Mince doesn't sound like that (or are you going to dish the dirt?). At least he's only with you half the week and he has a job, which is a rarity in this day and age.
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Mince doesn't sound like that (or are you going to dish the dirt?). At least he's only with you half the week and he has a job, which is a rarity in this day and age.
A job poncing around a couple of hours a day with kids a job.
When I was a youngster I was working seventeen hours a day to keep the wolf from the door.
Then going home to put the kids to bed before I did the washing up and finish digging the garden in the dark.
Then took the St Bernard down to the pub for his walk before I could get a couple of hours sleep then up to do it all over again.
And what thanks do you get.
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Yeah, and I bet you had to "lick road clean wit' tongue" as well.
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Now we get to the truth, Peter. You were an absent father; that's why Mince has turned out like that! Like I said a couple of posts back: I blame the parents.
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Yeah, and I bet you had to "lick road clean wit' tongue" as well.
I forgot that job Mince thanks for reminding me.
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Now we get to the truth, Peter. You were an absent father; that's why Mince has turned out like that! Like I said a couple of posts back: I blame the parents.
In the good old days it was the man's job to go out to earn the money.
The Little women stayed at home and brought up the kids.
I was the one to take the kids to the pub when they were fourteen so they would know there place in life. What more can mere men do.
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So, are you saying it's Mince's mum's fault?
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So, are you saying it's Mince's mum's fault?
I know my place.
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move... when he is out gallivanting ;D
I see Diane got away with no full stop.
Were was Mince did he notice or was he mellowing in his middle ears.
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Peter, I had to bid my number one son a tearful goodbye when he was 22. It was for the usual reasons. I'd come back from a hard day's work and he'd still be in bed; and he'd stay there until dinner was ready. (I know, I shouldn't have cooked but I had two younger children and they needed feeding.) He still hasn't found a job that's 'right' for him and he's 42 this year.
Mince doesn't sound like that (or are you going to dish the dirt?). At least he's only with you half the week and he has a job, which is a rarity in this day and age.
Well I flew the nest at the sprightly age of 18 and moved to Blackpool.
Stayed there for nearly a year, came back home for a wee while, went to the Army careers office shortly after and joined up when I was 20 (and stayed in for 6 years).
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Well done Colin.