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Violet wrote:Hi Byron.. as I was recently on a bruiser of a bender, I'm not anxious to repeat it at the moment.. so this fine princess will have to stay in, I'm afraid..

.. as per your recent signature.. I am enamored of all things Oscar Wilde.. and would love a table full of him for a dinner party.. (though who could ever keep up??.. I'd just keep bringing in the drinks, I guess)..

.. oh, and Carl Sagan.. could you tell me a Carl Sagan story??.. or at least about the little blue dot..

v. xx x x

Byron wrote:

Violet wrote:Hi Byron.. as I was recently on a bruiser of a bender, I'm not anxious to repeat it at the moment.. so this fine princess will have to stay in, I'm afraid..

.. as per your recent signature.. I am enamored of all things Oscar Wilde.. and would love a table full of him for a dinner party.. (though who could ever keep up??.. I'd just keep bringing in the drinks, I guess)..

.. oh, and Carl Sagan.. could you tell me a Carl Sagan story??.. or at least about the little blue dot..

v. xx x x

"The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
October 13 1994 Carl Sagan.

Karren B wrote:Hi A

I think they are called Laddettes.

The name says it all.

Karren B xx

Byron wrote:Ok, girls, whose got the snout? (also alluding to pigs which the girls become as the night progresses, but in contrast to what they call the police, "Pigs")
We're out for the night (eventually unconscious too )
To put it about (STD's)
Full of cheap booze (they're not into good wines)
Free-loaded and ready (A term meaning buying supermarket cheap alcohol and getting as much inside them before leaving home)
We've nothing to lose (No longer virgins)
Get to excess as fast as we can (they are products of modern consumeristic society)
We've all got a date with the enamel pan. (On their knees being sick into toilet bowls which usually have the company's stamp and date of manufacture at the bottom of the bowl)

With our bags full of zips (They've bought handbags [purses in the USA] that are full of many pockets in which to stash weed etc.)
To hide hooch and weed
Keep to the shadows (staying out of the light)
To hide what we need (the bouncers can see if customers are on drugs by looking into their eyes)
from those door-girls who pry
Finding drugs, drink and speed.

Head for the 'Cheap-Hour'
Our 'First drink is Free' (Clubs offer these inducements and cause excessive drinking)
We'll outnumber the guys (Men have to pay to get into the clubs, girls get in for free and are attracted to the free drinks offers. This means that the men carry on drinking cheaper beer in pubs before going on to clubs where drink can sometimes be dearer, but not necessarily)
Who'll be legless by 3. (The men will take several hours to get plastered, whereas the girls get p*ssed as fast as they can)

Get to the queue
Present my I.D.
Open my bag
Get the weed through with me (Hopefully)
Pay the cashier (Cilla Black's job in The Cavern)
Head for the bar
Get hammered real quick (Drunk, injured, or be a victim when very drunk later)
Jar after jar. (Jar is a pint of alcohol, and "jar" is a reference to talking a lot, especially when p*ssed)

The guys are real wusses who pace themselves (The men want to make the night last longer, but the girls want instant gratification)
Unable to match the greed of the girls (More of this attitude to drink, and friendship later)
Club's open till 3
But we'll be long gone
Swaying and dropping (girls will form a congar line when drunk and their friends who can't stand up get left behind)
friends one by one
The boys stick together
But we don't care
Any girlfriend who falls
We'll leave her there. (So much for girl 'friend' British irony here)

The door-staff and coppers
Don't know what to grab (Anyone who touches one of these drunken wenches in the 'wrong' place, will end up in court for sexually molesting her)
When they want to detain us
We're not like the lads (The girls are far more devious and crafty, even when drunk)
Just try to restrain us
And you'll pay the price
Blokes are so easy (Girls know how to fool drunken blokes, which is why I used dad's Little Princess later)
We ain't nice.
They'll throw a punch
We'll hurl a glass (Girls will always grab anything to throw or stab someone. They don't throw punches, but if nothing else is to hand they pull hair and use it like a weapon to spin their victim around)
Whatevers to hand
We won't let it pass (anything to use as that weapon will be used regardless)
Dad's “Little Princess”
Some fella's wife
Don't ever cross us
We ain't nice.