...Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you. As the world is due to end tomorrow, I just thought I'd say goodbye to all you chaps. It's been fun. Now I'm off to ram-raid a local Off-licence which specialises in extremely expensive Vintage Port. Cheerio, ~A [YOUTUBE]UG9I752Mmdk[/YOUTUBE]
Just clicked one of those links & had to laugh at this bit at the bottom. This article was amended on 18 December 2012. The original picture showed an Aztec stone calendar; the caption, as supplied by the picture agency, indicated that this was a Mayan calendar. This has been corrected. well it was the Guardian
You're laughing now. Just wait until the fireballs start. I'll be in the cellar. Should give me a bit more drinking time.
I've got nothing to worry about. I'm spending Christmas in Slovakia, and as the locals tell me, 'Don't worry, we are always 20 years behind everyone else.' lmao
Dear Mr Von Poop, How simply tiresome. In my younger days i was in the Scouts and i take the motto very seriously still. However this end of the world business is becoming somewhat drawn-out. Last time i gave away all our worldly possessions and thoroughly trashed the house whilst having a little shindig with some newly found friends. My insurance company subsequently informed me that they were not liable for non-acts of God. So wishing to be prepared for every eventuality can you think of anyone i might sue should this prediction fail also? By the by the publication of your festive avatar has coincided with a most unfortunate outbreak of bed-wetting in this household. The end cannot come soon enough i say.
Go for it again I say, and damn the Insurance. You can always replace your wordly goods, but End-of-the-World parties are forever. Re. Bedwetting. It comes to us all eventually - I'm told Pelvic floor exercises are quite the thing. And if you find the right companions for your apocalypse party, they could even be partial to a bit of incontinence. Choose carefully though; the last 'Water-sports' enthusiast we let in turned out to merely have an unhealthy fixation with something called 'Jet-Skiing' - not the curious euphemism we'd hoped for, but some nonsense about Kawasakis. Disappointment and social embarrassment all round.
Damn... I'm never going to get this book finished... Entering into the spirit of things... I notice that BBC4 is celebrating the end of the world trying to appease the Mayan Gods by having a SLAYED... sorry, typo there, a SLADE evening... As an aside, with time zone issues, will we have to wait until the world ends according to Mayan time, which is approx six hours behind us, which actually gives the Adamator additional time to decant his port...?
Just a quiet dram . . . Malt, of course . . . And letting the love and warmth of all the friendships I have enjoyed carry me into oblivion. Joe
Go for it again I say, and damn the Insurance. You can always replace your wordly goods, but End-of-the-World parties are forever. Re. Bedwetting. It comes to us all eventually - I'm told Pelvic floor exercises are quite the thing. And if you find the right companions for your apocalypse party, they could even be partial to a bit of incontinence. Choose carefully though; the last 'Water-sports' enthusiast we let in turned out to merely have an unhealthy fixation with something called 'Jet-Skiing' - not the curious euphemism we'd hoped for, but some nonsense about Kawasakis. Disappointment and social embarrassment all round. Thank you for your solid advice about the party. Eternity might be a tad dull without some jolly memories banked (though generally one does tend to forget the happenings at the best of celebrations and has to rely upon one's friends, images on their mobile telephone or videos on youtube and such like). However with your last comments i do believe you are taking the ... Exercise, at a time like this !!
Could this please be put on hold? Its my birthday next week and I don't want to miss out on the prezzies, probably a couple of bottles of Jack Daniels.
Here's a bottle and an honest friend! What wad ye wish for mair, man? Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o' care, man? Then catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man: Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man. Joe - something to go with a dram. Burns 1787 Memories of a pal arriving in an alcoholic haze, at the early morning ablutions - you recoil away from the fumes as he puts his kit out and before attempting to shave, he peers at you through one half open eye and asks 'did I enjoy myself last night?' Armeggedon?
Adam, don't get into too much of a hurry. Remember, you are at least six hours ahead of the Mayans, as they lived in what is now the Central American time zone. If start drinking too soon and consume your libations at an unnecessarily prodigious rate, you could very well run out of spirits and be sober at the (in)appropriate moment.
I'll tell all my grandchildren that the rogue planet did hit earth and I was one of the 7 billion lucky survivors to make it. Besides, by then there will be about 21 billion people
Adam, don't get into too much of a hurry. Remember, you are at least six hours ahead of the Mayans, as they lived in what is now the Central American time zone. If start drinking too soon and consume your libations at an unnecessarily prodigious rate, you could very well run out of spirits and be sober at the (in)appropriate moment. Your post did not make sense to me. I'm assuming your telegram was garbled in transmission, so I've jiggled some words around, and the best I can manage is: 'Mayans, hurry, start drinking prodigious spirits early, sober inappropriate'. I agree. Stop.
I hear the Internet is meant to be a survivable communications network - I wonder if there will be a survivors forum - Adam scavenging the ruins for Port, whereas I hope Milroy's cellars survive to keep me in Single Malts
If the Internet fails. I'll send you a tin can on a very long piece of string. When I find Scotch, will send; vice versa for Port/Tequila. We can use the mutated cockroaches as carriers. There's always mutated Cockroaches, or so I'm told.