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i’ve got some great memories from that McDonalds, too.bluhhhherrr (akward shaking), however McDonalds has hit it big now, which is worse…
suffice to say, London is amazing.
i’ve got some great memories from that McDonalds, too.bluhhhherrr (akward shaking), however McDonalds has hit it big now, which is worse…
Well, I don’t mean for those who know something of England’s rich and varied history or who’d love to visit sites other than Buckingham Palace, which is all the typical uninformed American tourist wants to see. That’s the kind of person I was referring to–the kind that eat up what they read in the tabloids and who climb on the altars to take pictures and touch the paintings in the Tate with their greasy McDonald’s fingers (if they even go to any museums in the first place, that is).I’m sorry but that is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard! As someone who lived there for a couple years all I can do is shake my head. Please, Della, don’t add to the stereotype of self-absorbed, ignorant Americans.![]()
I know, whats with the soap opera thing, I was watching neighbours the other day (I know, neighbours…) and all of the people under 30 who star in it look perfect, I’m sure that not everyone in Australia has flawless good looks.AMAZING culture, diversity, beautiful buildings, lovely people (and men with really good manners, i might add!), fun night life, lively politics, news stations that actually report NEWS, soap operas with people who look normal- sometimes they even are over weight or have bad teeth, imagine that!, easy access to organic food…
hmmm only just…shall I go on? can you tell I miss it??
Oh, I’m very happy to learn that. I haven’t been over there for quite some time. The last time I was desperately hungry. Thankfully my uncle took me to his pub where I could get some salad. But there were other things in pubs which I believe some people consume with considerable bravado but which seem truly horrible to my jaded eye. Like black eggs. http://bestsmileys.com/eek/10.gif In London no one can hear you scream. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!easy access to organic food…
Please do. I hear Mornington Crescent is lovely this time of year, as long as you don’t go soffadariva.shall I go on?
Ah, the Tate! I think I know the painting whereof you speak: Joseph Beuy’s ‘Grease on Fingers.’ I gather that it grew from his renowned ‘Fat on Chair.’ Very uplifting.the kind that… touch the paintings in the Tate with their greasy McDonald’s fingers.
Oh, I’m very happy to learn that. I haven’t been over there for quite some time. The last time I was desperately hungry. Thankfully my uncle took me to his pub where I could get some salad. But there were other things in pubs which I believe some people consume with considerable bravado but which seem truly horrible to my jaded eye. Like black eggs. http://bestsmileys.com/eek/10.gif In London no one can hear you scream. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
As for the street meat or, as it is known in Wales, roadkill: Americans, do not take this lightly. Mexico has no fury that compares to London kebabs. This puts hair on your chest. And your feet and your tongue and your eyeballs. Shudder. Consume at your own risk. I believe kebabs were the true reason for Waterloo, and not the inclement weather. Why do you think Napoleon was holding his tummy?
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“I felt that Fortune was abandoning me,” Napoleon said. “I no longer had the feeling that I was sure to succeed.”
Please do. I hear Mornington Crescent is lovely this time of year, as long as you don’t go soffadariva.By the way, have you read Charles’s book on English architecture?
Of course she expected him to love her! She was a 19 year old girl.originally posted by Petergee
She had the nerve to not be satisfied with the ultimate dream of marrying the heir to the throne, but actually demand that he love her as well!
And what exactly is wrong with that?I know, whats with the soap opera thing, I was watching neighbours the other day (I know, neighbours…)
She’s isn’t Catholic, she’s Anglican. Her first husband is a Roman Catholic AND he married her in an Anglican Church without his own bishop’s permission. If either of them cared enough, they have a good case for nullity. He may have had a decree of nullity by the Church, for all I know. The law of the UK is, in fact, that the Head of State may not be, nor be married to, a Catholic. Anyone in the line of succession who does marry a Catholic looses their right to inherit the throne. There is some movement to have the law changed.She is catholic yes, that was a case to try and prevent their marriage, there is a document that states royalty should never again marry a catholic. It is also far more fun learning about Kings with 6 wives leading to a church reformation…![]()
Indeed - while this has been debated quite a lot, she must be because as you correctly sayShe’s isn’t Catholic, she’s Anglican.
There may well be a movement but it is frankly unlikely to happen. It would require a co-ordinated efforts by 15 different countries (!). For more information on why, this is an interesting article:The law of the UK is, in fact, that the Head of State may not be, nor be married to, a Catholic. Anyone in the line of succession who does marry a Catholic looses their right to inherit the throne. There is some movement to have the law changed.
OOOOHHHHH how I miss Kebab night…every high street needs one! I can’t find one to save my life over here!!! I had some of DH’s gyro meat the other night at dinner in a greek restaurant, but it just wasn’t the same…sigh – that, and I so miss my scones and set cream tea at the Almonry behind the Ely Cathedral…ha ha love it. It’s funny how they say “KAY BOBS”. My friends and I still laugh about late nights out at Leicester Square where the only food option was “street meat”.![]()
Yikes! Why did you have to say ‘cream tea’? Now I won’t be happy until I hunt down a tin of Devon cream, scour the market for some decadent rare jam, fry myself up some scones, and make myself a decent cup of tea. Sound of heavy breathing.I so miss my scones and set cream tea at the Almonry behind the Ely Cathedral…
Lovely Cathedral, Ely, shame it is Anglican really.OOOOHHHHH how I miss Kebab night…every high street needs one! I can’t find one to save my life over here!!! I had some of DH’s gyro meat the other night at dinner in a greek restaurant, but it just wasn’t the same…sigh – that, and I so miss my scones and set cream tea at the Almonry behind the Ely Cathedral…