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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2012 20:23:18 GMT 1
Have another cold one on me Broon.....  I'll be back on in a couple of hours... CWL  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2012 22:13:57 GMT 1
Knae body aboot so may as well help meself to one.....  Cheers... CWL  |
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Post by magpie99 on Sept 9, 2012 23:04:08 GMT 1
Been a long while since I stepped in. I'll stay away from the alcohol and help myself to the best drink to quench a man's thirst   |
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Post by Blue Star Broon on Sept 10, 2012 11:52:14 GMT 1
Knae body aboot so may as well help meself to one..... Cheers... CWL ah . . .you forget I have Leazes book. . . there is no makin sport of me now! cheers! |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2012 22:53:56 GMT 1
Knae body aboot again.....  One in the fridge for Broon.....  One in the pump for Polly....  Pint of Mordues for Leazes.....  Tall thin one for Canny.....  I'm feeling a bit goosed..... Oops and nearly forgot.......  One in the Pot for Magpie...... Cheers everyone. CWL  |
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Post by magpie99 on Sept 10, 2012 23:10:10 GMT 1
Cheers CWL. The next time please put two teabags in! I take two tea bags and two sugars  But this will do fine. Having my cuppa then off to bed |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Sept 12, 2012 20:19:18 GMT 1
Knae body aboot again..... One in the fridge for Broon..... One in the pump for Polly.... Pint of Mordues for Leazes..... Tall thin one for Canny..... I'm feeling a bit goosed..... Oops and nearly forgot....... One in the Pot for Magpie...... Cheers everyone. CWL Thanks CWL, Mind ah cannit remember a pint o' Mordue's lookin' as good as that mate ;D ;D ;D |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2012 21:50:24 GMT 1
Leazes you have been in the desert too long mate...... get yer sell hame for one of these....  Then again you are probably right.....bugger the beer and think of a goodtime with Kim... and by the way can you help Broon with his roll issue on the music thread. CWL  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2012 22:58:51 GMT 1
Fairsy it's a free house mate....so buying a beer ain't the problem it's the mug you gave me to put it in....  How do ya get the bloody top off? CWL  |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Sept 15, 2012 7:35:34 GMT 1
Leazes you have been in the desert too long mate...... get yer sell hame for one of these.... Then again you are probably right.....bugger the beer and think of a goodtime with Kim... and by the way can you help Broon with his roll issue on the music thread. CWL   ah shud o' knaan better..........Cheers CWL!! Will get the next one in just as soon as ah can work oot how te cut and paste on me I-Pad!! Failing that will just dae it the conventional way on the PC! Funny cover from them two lasses ;D. If Ah've heard it reet then I think I managed te sort Broon oot with his "roll" |
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Post by Blue Star Broon on Sept 15, 2012 7:45:27 GMT 1
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Sept 15, 2012 16:24:25 GMT 1
Didn't mean te upset ye Broon mate........... Check me reply on the music thread, ye'll see what ah mean |
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Post by Blue Star Broon on Sept 15, 2012 17:13:58 GMT 1
Didn't mean te upset ye Broon mate........... Check me reply on the music thread, ye'll see what ah mean it's all good buddy . . . . .kinda sorry ya took the "bait" so hard  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2012 21:21:41 GMT 1
Broon take heart my man and here's a tale for you.... It is said down by the Quayside late on a Saturday night and on other evenings in the darker corners of our great City, The Toon, that the Way of The Geordie is a long and sometimes humbling journey of self discovery. Full of highs and lows, laughter and tears, pain and pleasure. Those that come through to the end are forever changed by the experience and rarely a choosen few are able to sing the entire verses of The Blaydon Races backwards without error for no apparent reason. For many a guiding light is required from one that has travelled the path before them. Often referred to in times gone by as a Canny Man. However some stalwart fellows still fall by the wayside during the trial or are led astray by lasses before reaching their goal. Yet the wise men of the Tyne cry the true challenge is to continue on despite everything. I personally think it's a whole load of bollocks so here's a beer instead....  CWL |
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Post by Blue Star Broon on Sept 16, 2012 16:35:13 GMT 1
CWL, it is remarkable that we have a forum member that has taken that same name and has displayed many of the qualities described in yer fable. I have been too many Ale Houses here in the states with our Cannyman and seen him tempted by large lasses only to steer clear and stay on the path of righteous. And I have heard him sing many times, he is quite talented in that regard. But I have never heard him sing The Blaydon Races backwards. So that is where the similarities end. When I think of the Cannyman on our forum the following poem comes to mind:
Geordie was a clubman, a club man through and through.
He liked his beer. He supped his share of Federation brew.
Of all the early drinkers, George was always first.
The steward said that Geordie had the most prodigious thirst.
Geordie was a clubman. He never missed a session.
To help him pay his drinking debts, his wife she took in washing.
On Mondays at the tournament, he'd sup twelve points or more,
And six more on the bus back home and never ever swore.
Sometimes on a Tuesday, he'd give his wife a treat
And take her to the bingo, making sure she got a seat.
The bingo started promptly at twenty-five to nine.
It was £12 if you shouted "house" or £3 for a line.
But Geordie preferred a Wednesday night. That night the bar was quiet.
It gave him room to work upon his alcoholic diet.
His wife once nearly fainted when he said that "I love you"
But what she didn't notice was that he was staring at his brew.
Now every Thursday evening, they held a discotheque
Attended by one thousand kids with hair right down their neck;
But Geordie didn't like it. He said it's always rowdy,
And all the jumpin' up and down has turned the special cloudy.
Friday was a sober night. he only had 2 quarts.
That was the night he took the floor of captain of the darts.
His eye was clear; his hoi was straight, when aiming for the double,
And them that talked or made a sound would find themselves in trouble.
But Saturday was the best day, there is no doubt at all.
That was the day when Geordie drove his Missus up the wall.
He boozed nonstop without a break till half past ten,
Then he took twelve bottles home and started off again.
Geordie was a clubman. the club was Geordie's life;
And when it came to Sunday night, he always took the wife.
She sipped a bitter lemon whiles George looked on with scorn,
And is he wanted any more, she'd have to buy her own.
It was halfway through September when Geordie caught a cold.
He could not shake it off and poor George was getting old.
The autumn leaves were falling when poor Geordie give up the fight,
And was called before the Chairman of that grand club up the height.
Oh, BTW…………thanks fer the Dog!
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