When money speaks, the truth keeps silent. -Russian proverb
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Wassail |
P,
This
word just sets off my naming disorder like a stuttering turrets victim.
Ahhh wassail doc? Wass-ale vas das? Wassailing you? Wassailed
right out the door. Wassailing mit der Barnacle when I noticed der
skipper wassailing rum at the helm.
The howl is now legitimized as wassailing – an ancient (or modern) form of carolling.
Thankfully people will stop using cheers and will adopt wassail as a salutation. Wassail, W
Hello Wassail BenennungStörungMensch!
I fully believe that a hearty ration of tarry, biscuity, lime-infused grog will cure, or at least alleviate, the werewolf-like symptoms that you are experiencing, at present. I suggest that at the NRBC pre-Yuletide gathering, we test the efficacy of the antidote and seek the endorsement of The Impatience of Sisters present. We can, after appropriate lubrication of our tongue-tied speech delivery systems, try wassails, (the howls of lasterday), of various pitch and duration, to seek both the legitimization of such salutations, the stamp of approval, so to speak, the steel boot on the back of the oppressed Brotherhood, from our harshest critics. What think you? Cheers, (oops, I really meant to say), Wassail on Whirlygig!
PS: It occurs to me, upon seeing "Wassail" followed by your abbreviated signature, "W", that this affection is nothing but an overly self=indulgent, Hungerford-like, egomaniacal signing disorder to be added to your already overflowing basket of morbid disorders. Sieg Heil Wassail!
Hello Wassail BenennungStörungMensch!
I fully believe that a hearty ration of tarry, biscuity, lime-infused grog will cure, or at least alleviate, the werewolf-like symptoms that you are experiencing, at present. I suggest that at the NRBC pre-Yuletide gathering, we test the efficacy of the antidote and seek the endorsement of The Impatience of Sisters present. We can, after appropriate lubrication of our tongue-tied speech delivery systems, try wassails, (the howls of lasterday), of various pitch and duration, to seek both the legitimization of such salutations, the stamp of approval, so to speak, the steel boot on the back of the oppressed Brotherhood, from our harshest critics. What think you? Cheers, (oops, I really meant to say), Wassail on Whirlygig!
PS: It occurs to me, upon seeing "Wassail" followed by your abbreviated signature, "W", that this affection is nothing but an overly self=indulgent, Hungerford-like, egomaniacal signing disorder to be added to your already overflowing basket of morbid disorders. Sieg Heil Wassail!
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| Midnight's Children |
The film follows the destinies of a pair of
children born at the stroke of midnight on August 15, 1947, the very
moment that India claimed its independence from Great Britain - a
coincidence of profound consequence for both. "Handcuffed to history,"
and switched at birth by a nurse in a Bombay
hospital, Saleem Sinai, the son of a poor single mother, and Shiva,
scion of a wealthy family, are condemned to live out the fate intended
for the other. Imbued with mysterious telepathic powers, their lives
become strangely intertwined and inextricably linked to their country's
careening journey through the tumultuous twentieth century.
P,
We should be in the product testing/writing department or failing that in the hyperbole police.
Warm gold to bronze
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Nose:
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Sweet yet pungently smoky: lime marmalade and peat fires on the beach, malt, cocoa powder, salted herring
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Body:
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Powerfully full
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Palate:
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Rich,
concentrated and powerful, sooty with light tarry/liquorish touches,
the lime returns, great presence but subtle in its own way.
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Finish:
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Long, biscuity, malty
Hyperbolically yours, W
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Just back from seeing Midnight's Children with Kjell and Jane. Thoroughly enjoyed the epic! Wow!!! Had a lovely dinner, here, afterwards.
I suspect, from all the obvious clues, that it is Captain Barnacles' choice of malts, (peat fires on the beach, light tarry,the lime returns, biscuity), not that he can afford it, but obviously an Islay, probably an Ardbeg, most likely their Uigeadail as Ragin' needs high octane to keep his prop revs up! Some damn dram but what do I know! Preposterously Yours, Il Conduttore!
PS: Where are you and do you have charts?
P,
I have no idea where the F we are. What are charts? Can you give me a bearing? The Captain is passed out at the helm.
And
yes, that is the Barnacle reference except he chooses to light the fire
with Ardbeg then drinks cheap rum and bilge water – maybe
overdoes the bilge water a little.
Was
the Ardbeg U. just a wild guess, or what? I have to say the pinpoint
accuracy a little un-nerving. I think you must have Googled
the phrases or did you go straight into the malt cupboard to find the
flavours that fit? Or was it my refined taste in malt that led you to an
easy target? W
Hello Patrick
On another note, I plan to bring meat (beef) and spinach lasagna
for Sunday evening if it matches your plans. Are our spouses supposed to
come with us at 3:00 or they must come later so we have our discussion
of our book undisturbed? Cheers, Moe
The lasagna sounds fabulous! Very kind of you, indeed. Spouses, significant others, partners in crime and other hangers-on are all more than welcome at 3:00pm, to join in the serious book discussion, learned dialogue, critical analysis and close textual examination, or not, as the mood takes The Sisterhood. According to Section VI, paragraph iii, of the NRBC Constitution, Absent Members, this will be a teetotal session out of respect for AWOL, (pronounced "Aaoooooo"), Guy, overindulging himself in The Big Apple. Wassail, Patrizzio!
Hi Patrick,
For sure you have been very busy. No doubt the year has passed quite fast. It is good to hear that your mom did not die in a hospital. As for Sunday, it is unfortunate but with the flooding of the ER and Medical Imaging departments at work, I am on call this weekend and actually I am working on Saturday and Sunday as we are opening the ER on Monday morning and there is still a bunch of things to do over there. I also worked last weekend. After all this is over, I will have a time to rest and relax but for this last two weeks, this has not been possible. Michele and I work at the same place and I have not been able to have lunch with her since the flooding happened. However, we wish you have a great time on Sunday. Please don't feel bad for not getting in touch with us before. We really appreciate your message and we just hope that one day you come and visit our home. The doors are open at any time. A big hug for you and the best wishes. With warm affection, Carmen Miranda and Johnny Boy
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