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[First Aspect]

Thursday will be late opening I guess.

 

[briantrumpet]

Thursday will be late opening I guess.

Probably where having a good grasp of philosophy comes in handy [in French accent] "But where does Friday truly begin? At midnight, or when ze sun comes up, or when one's had ones first croissant?"

 

[Pblakeney]

sorry to be picky, but, shouldn't that say "The electorate do not get to vote for a Prime Minister"?

Depending on the Party in power, there is usually an election, but, with a very restricted group of voters.

Fair.
Nobody in the UK votes for a Prime Minister in a GE.

 

[midlandsgrimpeur]

Probably where having a good grasp of philosophy comes in handy [in French accent] "But where does Friday truly begin? At midnight, or when ze sun comes up, or when one's had ones first croissant?"

But what is alcohol? If one believes themself to be drinking the coolest mountain waters from Lake Annecy then surely it is so, and not a bottle of five euro Chateauneuf du Pape?

And could you throw in two cans of stella please Monsieur?

 

[briantrumpet]

But what is alcohol? If one believes themself to be drinking the coolest mountain waters from Lake Annecy then surely it is so, and not a bottle of five euro Chateauneuf du Pape?

And could you throw in two cans of stella please Monsieur?

I think @First Aspect might offer a pithy definition of alcohol that would not be too open to philosophical evasion.

 

[Ian H]

But what is alcohol? If one believes themself to be drinking the coolest mountain waters from Lake Annecy then surely it is so, and not a bottle of five euro Chateauneuf du Pape?

And could you throw in two cans of stella please Monsieur?

 

[midlandsgrimpeur]

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith seems to have fallen out of fashion these days. She was actually rejected as Poet Laureate to succeed John Masefield as she was deemed "unstable" by the then Chair of The Poetry Society when consulted.

I always think Simon Armitage's poem 'The Shout' has echoes of Smith's poem.


https://poetryarchive.org/poem/shout/