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rolling cross-country
Aug. 19th, 2007 01:49 amGlorious British Summer Weather is here.
That is, it rained most of the day. Not too heavily, nothing like the previous stuff, but constant wetness. Apparently it is due to rain more tomorrow, but since I will be on the train down to Southampton, I care not. Ha ha.
Must get up at reasonable hour tomorrow, rather than usual insane lie-in, in order to throw clothes in washing machine (this is not stuff that is going with me, but if I don't wash it now I will regret it in a week's time), pack, etc. Can sleep on train. Will sleep on train.
Okay, so "a reasonable hour" is 10 am, but my standards for Sundays are somewhat extreme.
Have sent in second version of Exalted redlines and hopefully they will content people. If not, I'm not going to be able to do anything about it for a week anyhow. I will have computer access from home (email, lj, etc) but will not have Exalted books. Nor will I have AIM or any other connections, so I apologise in advance to anyone who I'm not around for. I'm not deliberately snubbing you. Not really.
(Hides Tool Of Snubbery.)
(Goes to sleep.)
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The Rolling English Road
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.
His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.
My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.
-- G.K. Chesterton
That is, it rained most of the day. Not too heavily, nothing like the previous stuff, but constant wetness. Apparently it is due to rain more tomorrow, but since I will be on the train down to Southampton, I care not. Ha ha.
Must get up at reasonable hour tomorrow, rather than usual insane lie-in, in order to throw clothes in washing machine (this is not stuff that is going with me, but if I don't wash it now I will regret it in a week's time), pack, etc. Can sleep on train. Will sleep on train.
Okay, so "a reasonable hour" is 10 am, but my standards for Sundays are somewhat extreme.
Have sent in second version of Exalted redlines and hopefully they will content people. If not, I'm not going to be able to do anything about it for a week anyhow. I will have computer access from home (email, lj, etc) but will not have Exalted books. Nor will I have AIM or any other connections, so I apologise in advance to anyone who I'm not around for. I'm not deliberately snubbing you. Not really.
(Hides Tool Of Snubbery.)
(Goes to sleep.)
---
The Rolling English Road
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.
His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.
My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.
-- G.K. Chesterton
