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DoSilly question from a colonial: Is "la" Scouse for "lad"?
DoSilly question from a colonial: Is "la" Scouse for "lad"?
Unlike most of RAWK itself.Need to work on your fiction writing, mate, it needs to have some basis in reality to be taken seriously.
A bunch of E. L. James Pattersons, that lot.Unlike most of RAWK itself.
More like a bunch of JK Rowlings.A bunch of E. L. James Pattersons, that lot.
Just read the rest of the thread and I had assumed this was lifted straight from RAWK.
If this is your own work then chapeau sir.
Who ? Journalists ? Yep !!Sorry to break the satire trend but they really are a bunch of fucking weirdos
I realise the error of my ways and prostrate myself at your feet begging for forgiveness.I certainly haven't nicked it, if that's what your implying good sir ;)
I'm like Curtis Warren, everything just stored in my head for safekeeping.
I realise the error of my ways and prostrate myself at your feet begging for forgiveness.
It was just so outlandishly mawkish I assumed it must be Rawkish. :-)
BTW I had to Google Curtis Warren.
Who falsely claimed Vogon poetry was the worst in the entire universe.All the signs are pointing to only one result next Tuesday: 5-0 to Klopp's Kings of the Kop.
I've written a little poem..
I wandered lonely as a scouse,
That walks on high o'er Mancs and Cockneys;
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of red outside the gates of Shankly;
Beside the bricks and broken glass
For all the world to see our class.
Continuous as a row of houses
All boarded up and full of needles;
The stretched like elasticated trousers
That are sometimes worn by portly people;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing missiles in sprightly dance.
The away bus near them crashed, and they
Destroyed this bus in sparkling glee;
A hooligan could not be but 'happy'
In such a feral company;
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth our tours of Europe brought.
For oft when on my oath I lie
In court before the magistrate;
I think about those flying bricks
Which are the bliss of abstract states;
And then my heart with pleasure expands
At the thought of attacking Catalans.
That is fucking brilliant, a modern day Wordsworth.All the signs are pointing to only one result next Tuesday: 5-0 to Klopp's Kings of the Kop.
I've written a little poem..
I wandered lonely as a scouse,
That walks on high o'er Mancs and Cockneys;
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of red outside the gates of Shankly;
Beside the bricks and broken glass
For all the world to see our class.
Continuous as a row of houses
All boarded up and full of needles;
The stretched like elasticated trousers
That are sometimes worn by portly people;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing missiles in sprightly dance.
The away bus near them crashed, and they
Destroyed this bus in sparkling glee;
A hooligan could not be but 'happy'
In such a feral company;
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth our tours of Europe brought.
For oft when on my oath I lie
In court before the magistrate;
I think about those flying bricks
Which are the bliss of abstract states;
And then my heart with pleasure expands
At the thought of attacking Catalans.
La.Fair do's. We're all Liverpool fans on here at the end of the day.
Thanks, eh.
You poor sod, it may be a beautiful City but crikey...Sorry to ruin it for everyone, and I admire your contributions, but they are nought compared to the real thing. The following extract is lifted from the pre-match spiel on RAWK last night. Honestly it really is! I know you will think it's satire but it genuinely isn't.
"
“More” than Words"
On the surface, Barcelona and Liverpool have a great deal in common.
Both clubs and cities consider themselves different from the larger colonialized culture in which they inhabit. The phrase “we are not English, we are Scouse” could be just as easily replaced with the idea of not being Spanish, but Catalan.
Secondly, the passion for each club in their cultures, cities, and local areas drives the economy and social strata. Each market their brands as being more than a club or this means more. To some extent, these are just words used to indoctrinate. But, when you have lived in these cities, been in the choir singing the gospel of King Kenny or witnessing miracles by the savior Lionel Messi, all while praying to the bluegrauna/red and white kop soccer gods, it is hard to argue with "more". It does mean more and both of these two giants are more than clubs. "
Indeed, Liverpool is one of the (if not the) most beautiful cities in the world.You poor sod, it may be a beautiful City but crikey...