The say anything, what's on your mind thread

**Dunny** · 16/08/2010, 5:13 PM

Stuck in me head because of that ad with the cow running along the beach!

**Ciaran W** · 16/08/2010, 6:22 PM

The New lottery add with ''pocket full of rainbows'' is a brilliant add

**Wolfie** · 17/08/2010, 1:06 PM

Originally Posted by osarusan

"Breakfast is announced. Mr. Pickwick leads the old lady (who has been very eloquent on the subject of Lady Tollimglower) to the top of a long table; Wardle takes the bottom; the friends arrange themselves on either side; Sam takes his station behind his master’s chair; the laughter and talking cease; Mr. Pickwick, having said grace, pauses for an instant and looks round him. As he does so, the tears roll down his cheeks, in the fullness of his joy.

Let us leave our old friend in one of those moments of unmixed happiness, of which, if we seek them, there are ever some, to cheer our transitory existence here. There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. Some men, like bats or owls, have better eyes for the darkness than for the light. We, who have no such optical powers, are better pleased to take our last parting look at the visionary companions of many solitary hours, when the brief sunshine of the world is blazing full upon them."

Very good, Osarusan. I think these choice excerpts will be a pleasant recurring feature to raise the tone.

The above is, of course, culled from "Jordan - My Life", n'est pas????

**Magicme** · 17/08/2010, 4:45 PM

feel sick. bleuh. cant handle the pressure of such a "big" night. yikes.

**thischarmingman** · 17/08/2010, 8:23 PM

"Have I told you my theory of life, by the way? Life is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded in ebullient dispatches as the enemy falls back; then the beginning of a long, morale-sapping trudge with rations getting shorter and the first snowflakes upon your face. The enemy burns Moscow and you yield to General January, whose fingernails are very icicles. Bitter retreat. Harrying Cossacks. Eventually you fall beneath a boy-gunner’s grapeshot while crossing some Polish river not even marked on your general’s map. "

**stann** · 17/08/2010, 8:53 PM

Brilliant observation like that can only be from John Barnes, The Autobiography.

And who could forget "...after 90 minutes of sheer hell, you're going to get thirsty..."

**stann** · 17/08/2010, 9:00 PM

Oh, and while I like the new sig TCM, I must just ahem...

**osarusan** · 17/08/2010, 9:06 PM

Originally Posted by thischarmingman

"Have I told you my theory of life, by the way? Life is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded in ebullient dispatches as the enemy falls back; then the beginning of a long, morale-sapping trudge with rations getting shorter and the first snowflakes upon your face. The enemy burns Moscow and you yield to General January, whose fingernails are very icicles. Bitter retreat. Harrying Cossacks. Eventually you fall beneath a boy-gunner’s grapeshot while crossing some Polish river not even marked on your general’s map. "

Is this correct? (no idea where the quote comes from)

**thischarmingman** · 17/08/2010, 9:53 PM

Originally Posted by stann

Oh, and while I like the new sig TCM, I must just ahem...

Very clever saintly one!

Originally Posted by osarusan

Is this correct? (no idea where the quote comes from)

It's from Julian Barnes' Talking It Over. I've never read it (although I have just finished his excellent Arthur and George), but it was quoted in The Guardian today and a search for the full quote turned up the above so I can only assume it's the correct one. It's a brilliant quote though, especially the last line.