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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:10 am
  

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You know at the Worlds End the pints have mounted upon my brain and my thoughts turn more towards the Davies and the Kinks and comparing my observations of North London to South OKC and stuff. My thought dreams are scary sometimes. I debate in my mind sometimes but I saw the posts on Pinochet and I rememebr Allende and I recall that that whole episode corresponded with Ray's Mr. Black and Flash and I found my self singing I am your man

I visualize a day when people will be free\and we will be living in a new society\no class distinction,no slums or poverty
so workers of the nation unite

and of course the Shepherds of the Nation's
retort

I visualize a day when people will be free
from evils like perversion and pornography
we'll caste out satan and set the sinners free
so people of the nation unite

and then i think i think too much!


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PostPosted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 10:50 am
  

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The walls of the Worlds End and the buildings of Camden Street and on North toward Muswell Hill all appear to date before the Davies boys appearance in the area. So it brings up the song “If walls could talk what a tale they’d tell”. As we talked in the pub a man with shoulder length hair that was less than clean introduced himself with a “pardon me, could one of you buy me a pint?” This was my first and only experience with panhandling in London (of course it is a ritual of the city in the states) and his manners were impeccable. His toothless grin and bloodshot eyes and I would assume that special odor that I could not quite distinguish in this particular Pub were all indications of the same lifestyle of his American brethren. In my mind I thought of the classification of man. Is this man, obviously Caucasian, an outlier, the trailing edge of intellect in a superior race or the product of poor environment with a penchant for pints and a loss of inspiration. Walking through the crowd to find a bus North I think of the London around me, the faces I see and of Samuel George Morton, an American scientist educated in Edinburgh back in the 1830’s, diligently packing his collection of human skulls of the races of the world with mustard seed to obtain numbers that will provides enlightened fact based scientific proof that indeed the white European Caucasian is the preeminent form of Homo sapian on the Planet. I sat on the bus and looked at the Londoner’s headed north and saw a fair sampling of the races of the world (although predominately white European although the accents weren’t necessarily British) I thought of old Sam Morton tamping seed a little more vigorously into the niggardly skulls, of course unconsciously, before he measured the cranial volumes by pouring the seed into a graduated column to quantify superiority. His measurements failed to stand the test of time, but of course it was not the end of quantitative racism, as the failure was attributed to poor sampling, with the availability of white skulls limited to those who panhandle beers in Pubs or prostitutes and therefore the results were skewed. There is the classic study of the quality of British “white” genes by Francis Galton, cousin of Charles Darwin, who in his life of leisure undertook a scientific study of the British race by traveling from Scotland down to Cornwall. In the towns along the way he used the women as his indicator and rated a sampling as attractive, indifferent or repellant and noted that as he approached the south the data distribution shifted from repellant to attractive. Science?, of course my meditation on such scientific inquiries ended as the bus pulled into Tufnel Park and the three of us stepped into the English evening air.

If the misery of our poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin…..Charles Darwin

Liberals dream of equal rights
Conservatives live in a world gone by
Socialists preach of a promised land
But old uncle Son, was an ordinary man..Ray Davies


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PostPosted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 10:55 am
  

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Ok....but did ya buy the guy a pint or not? :)


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PostPosted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 12:14 pm
  

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it is a moral and ethical conundrum (conundrum is a word I seldom use)

What would you do?

I am typically generous by nature especially when it comes to pints!

Old Demon Alcohol, sad memories I can't recall!

Particularly when I share that panhandling gene as I recall my Grandmother seeing the picture of my great Grandfather with a pint (of whisky) in his hand and saying "there he is, practicing his profession!"

another round mate?


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PostPosted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:57 pm
  

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there is almost no room or possibility for suspense, and yet...


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 2:27 am
  

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By chance when we stepped from the bus in Tufnell Park a cab was pulling up in front of the Boston Arms. The pints at the Worlds End had us behind schedule and we decided a cab was needed to get us back on track. The cabby was an east end Londoner and couldn’t believe he had picked up two Americans and a Welshman in front of the Boston Arms who actually wanted to go further north after a side trip to Charlies Budget Hotel on Anson and Dalmeny. We pulled up in front of Charlies and the cabby asks why two American’s were staying in a North London whore house. We were like the accommodations are reasonable and the Lithuanian girls are strictly of the highest class and there were no activities as he suggested in this land of Mary Poppin’s . He just said “bloody hell, looks like a whore house to me”. He waited while Pete stowed his bag and we all hit the loo (pints, bloody hell) then off we went to East Finchley. This really set the cabby off,”East Finchley?, nobody goes to East Finchley on a Saturday night, people are dying to get away from there?, You know there is an area of extreme wealth around here though where the Arabs began buying land years ago”. I felt like I was being baited to say something bad about Arabs. He says, “they build these big mansions up and every year or so they tear them down and build a new model.” Now I was pricing regular houses in the area and I can’t imagine the wealth required to do as this cabby suggested the Arabs were somewhere near East Finchley. Then he asked, “why East Finchley?” We explained we were on a Kinks inquiry mission and we heard a Kinks Kontroversy was underway at a place called the Bald Faced Stag in East Finchley. He started singing a coupla Kinks tunes and said of all those old bands from that era the Kinks were definitely the most English and he had no idea they would be big in America. I mentioned they were big in Oklahoma when I was growing up and everybody new the motto God Save the Kinks. He sounded surprised as he asked for a big tip for taking him way into the boonies on a Saturday night (the fair was 35 quid already, pretty good for actually a fairly short ride). I found myself with nearly 4 hours till the pub closed and a pocket full of coin. So what do we do?

http://www.studios92.com/accommodation/CH63.htm

“Hey there is a chip shop” I heard Pete yell and before the pub it was off to partake in that truly English of traditions, standing about pissed as farts in the take away (chips, Chinese or the dreaded kabob; anyone of the big three take aways there). It seems when I am in the UK and out for pints I always end up in one of these places with 3 to 5 guys after 10 to 15 pints wolfing chips and meat pies. I am in the line and ask the young lady in front of me what is good (it’s a chip shop for crying out loud but she was nice). She said she was having fish and chips. So I asked, “is that what guys eat?” and she laughed and said, “guys eat those awful meat pies, why my boy friend eats the worst of all, those awful meat pies in a tin called Frey Bentos”. So I said back “with oxo gravy, I love those.” In a bit of disbelief she asked, “you men eat those awful things in America”. I laughed and said, “men are all the same the world over, disgusting pigs, but as far as I know, Frey Bentos don’t cross our borders.” I ordered my meat pie and chips and stood juggling them in the corner occasionally dipping a chip in Pete’s curry sauce. It is amazing how satisfying fried food can be with a belly full of pints. There we are flipping chips at each other and acting like kids as we walk back down the street toward the Bald Faced Stag.

You mustn’t blame yourself like you do
It will make a nervous wreck out of you
So wipe your nose and dry your eyes
What’s the point of getting up all because of shepherds pie


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:57 am
  

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http://www.wychwood.co.uk/index.html
http://www.hooknortonbrewery.co.uk/beers_home.html

were i able to have the best pints available i would choose these
the Fiddlers Elbow or Old Hooky
and for a session (more than three pints) I would have Old Hooky


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:37 pm
  

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i noticed one beer on the hook brewery list called a haymaker...packs a wallop, eh? :)

"meat pie in a tin" i wonder if that would be as notorious as fruitcake at christmas?


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:45 pm
  

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it's been a while since i've had some but i usd to like fruitcake.
i'm not sure why...was it the fruit, or the nuts?


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:03 pm
  

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yes.


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:17 pm
  

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ooohhh... Fruitcake... I'm gonna go to the Manitou Springs Fruitcake Toss this year!!!

http://www.manitousprings.org/ASP/Calen ... ?NUMBER=94


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We do have sort of a fruitcake festival every year in october at the church, but we call it a tailgate. :)


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agnes wrote:
...was it the fruit, or the nuts?



LESS FILLING! TASTES GREAT!


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PostPosted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 12:27 am
  

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Wyldflower wrote:
I'm gonna go to the Manitou Springs Fruitcake Toss this year!!!



Be careful, Wyld.... don't end up getting yourself tossed. Wait!?! Oh, never mind. Have fun.


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http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index ... 050AAeTcNu


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