Whoever said that the weather in England is grim was perhaps...exactly correct. But not everyone is foolish enough to be coaxed into coming for the highlights of English winter in January. I am, for the record. While walking through the woods on Sunday, preparing for an upcoming talk on Tuesday (that's today, my time), I stumbled upon this thousand-year-old Norman church, which the locals treat with relative indifference. 'oh yeah, that church's all old and a bit broken down'. A bit broken down? As the smarmy would say in L.A., 'duh'.The last thing I stumbled across in the woods that was almost a thousand years old was the lint in OneEar's belly-button. I did not take a picture, so be thankful. I think that the grey sky, grey church, grey stone wall and crosses dotting the horizon on the hill speak volumes about this cheery society as a whole.
Looking at all of these time-worn surroundings allows the imagination run wild, since such ancient reflections of humanity from millenia past are not really to be found in the good ole US of America. For example, it is not at all difficult to imagine one of our forefathers, two-hundred and fifty years ago plodding along a grey grassy knoll such as the one above, and having a conversation such as, "By God's Great Hand! This is the most depressing fucking place anyone in their right mind could imagine. God, why hast Thou forsaken me and all my countrymen? Must we go forth, and create a New Country, one that contains many a splenderous city such as Orlando? Lest we blow our fucking brains out all over this new Norman church here with our muskets?!?"
I love daydreaming about the tortured minds of people from the past. And this trip has really allowed me to indulge myself so far. So, until the next update, Cheerio! (they're just trying to over-compensate with silly expressions like that, by the btw)
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Since we're on the topic of over-compensating, what's with people from Texas? "Don't mess with Texas" "The Lone-Star State" "Everything's Bigger in Texas" "I've got a Texas-shaped dildo in my bum".
Having driven through Texas, I found my car could not go fast enough. If I were from Texas, I would tell no one, let alone come up with some stupid slogan that preaches my undying allegiance to a state that no one in his right mind would voluntarily live in. I understand not being able to control where you are born, but is the perpetual over-compensation really called for?
Bunderkraut--
Since you suffer from jackassery, let me clue you in on something: You, too, have the power to post something on the Unichurck blogspot. But cherish this privilege, as not everyone has it. Shoes! or do you krautenburgers say Choose! for goodbye? I can never remember.
By the btw, gotcha, again, on two separate counts. Sucka.
its "Tchuss" you bundesschwanz.. by the btw (now I can't stop doing that), ich bin argerlich that du has used meined badezimmer fotos ohne meing permisssion...ich vill sue dich!!!
heeeheeeheeeheeee. That German is SO romantic. Teehee.
Brautwurstundsauerkraut,
Spricht hier jemand Englisch? Können Sie langsamer sprechen? Einen schönen Tag noch!
Hi Doc Bok,
Are you still in “jolly old” England? Have you by any chance tried spotted dick for dessert yet?
Hey, Euro-fags, stop writing in your gobblety gook! Speak the Queen's English like God intended it to be sprechen.
Hi OneEar,
Is sprechen akin to Spaetzle? O mein Gott!
Hey, Litzi. Is spotted dick anything like the African dessert leopard penis? If so, I have not had it. If you are referring to the raisin-spotted pudding of these accent-laden individuals, then yes.
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