a picture of the “god still loves us” on the royal carriage…HM at Ascot…have you Yanks rebels no shame…?

Is this the one you were talking about RB?

http://www.godstilllovesus.org/witness.cgi?id=811

t-heezer abs…HM only uses the royal caravan on weekends…

Quite right. I had thought it was a Friday…but then you English pipes always did knock off early…

tea time…veddy sacred..you Yanks have a bad habit of dumping first rate tea into harbours…a bit dilute for my taste…

well, as you know I am more partial to coffee…but I would never decline an invitation to a nice tea party…mad or otherwise…

yes…big lesson for all Yanks here abouts…NEVER call it High Tea…when you mean just tea…High tea is a working class last meal of the day…around 4-6PMish…a real put down to folk who think they are “U”...upper class

I actually knew that as my best friends’ father was an immagrant from across the pond. North-east of Leverpool I do believe…

thinks of Beatle-ish accents…

Off-topic, but I have to get to 200 somehow. When visiting a bar for a second time, I recognized the bartender, but couldn’t remember her name. Well, she remembered me and said “Ken, you remember, it’s the same name as a city in England” I remembered immediately that her name was Chelsea, but simply had to say “Hi, Liverpool, get me a pitcher of MGD.”

smirk…British find the name Chelsea for people rather funny…it’s a vey posh area of London…think pricey and artistic…where kookoo will live when he wins the lottery…one might name their child Clapham,Kensington,Knightsbridge,etc.

The names Dweezil and Moon Unit pop to mind…

Please.people…we’re not naming cats…

No, those are PEOPLE’S names…. Frank Zappa’s kids to be exact…

t-heezer…I know…proof that one is a celeb…bizarre childrens names…

Rb understands nearly every reference we throw at him, I’m sure that if there is any puzzlement, we shall see a post saying, “What?”. Probably not from me, though. A one word post, from me? OK, “doubtful”. Darn it all, let me expound on that…

Rb’s on like Donky Kong. KooKoo, right as rain as usual. Well, I’m off like a prom dress!

golly…I feel like a celeb in here…I’ll have to go out and pick up a baby at the mall and give him a su-pah name…Xerxes strikes me as a name I could scream at sporting events when he’s in school…

No more malls for you, dear, bullets are flying… Of course, malls in Britain may be safer, well, there are those suspicious packages. I actually met someone named Xerxes once, tho didn’t ask him if it was a birthname.

P.S. Xerxes would be a good name for a parrot, but he might have trouble pronouncing it. They so like to scream their own names.

We are so off-topic, sorry, and i don’t mean to make light of such a tragedy.

thanks be to thee,kookoo…messing about with queens just seems a tad hard…

If we can’t make light of tragic events, we are is a sad state of affairs indeed. Make light, poke fun, by all means.I thought it was great…Oh yeah, and WE don’t have to stay on topic. :)

you’re sweet. Most of the time now, I am being sarcastic, but not that time. And, you are right, people dealing with tragic events often use humor to deflect sadness. So that reminds me: What kind of wood doesn’t float? Natalie!

right, rb messing about with queens sometimes makes me hard. er, what?

Ah, history, remember when it was just the three of us, we could barely put two words together, barely even knew that the topic was sacrilege, never hardly discussed it. We could just take off, devil may care, where being off-topic IS the topic. This is such a fun place, I’m sure glad i stuck around!

Mem-ries…all alone in the moon-light…woo-yay us…