tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22388020689984099312024-02-08T17:53:11.848+00:00Bemused Wolf1 coin, 1 play.Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-36899204980549889402011-03-10T22:02:00.002+00:002023-07-07T19:24:49.160+01:00Norman and SaxonNorman and Saxon - Rudyard Kipling.“My son,” said the Norman Baron, “I am dying, and you will be heirTo all the broad acres in England that William gave me for shareWhen he conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:– “The Saxon is not like us Normans. His manners are not so polite.But he never means anything Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-21263949159379024902010-07-03T00:57:00.002+01:002010-07-03T01:00:06.690+01:00Close Enough.CLOSE ENOUGH (2009)He thought about you alot A constant memory that could not have been forgot Never came close enough He played it cool because he didn’t want to look a fool or make a fuss Keeping his feelings withheld deep inside Somewhere below the surface, somewhere they could hide Was it real, did the pair of you almost share a moment back in 2005? Although he wasn’t feeling confident Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-54819717869128919912010-07-01T00:24:00.004+01:002010-07-01T00:35:22.967+01:00Words, Wide Night.Words, Wide Night.Somewhere, on the other side of this wide nightand the distance between us, I am thinking of you.The room is turning slowly away from the moon.This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and sayit is sad? In one of the tenses I singingan impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to crossto reach youBemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-65048414462342105982010-05-27T21:52:00.007+01:002010-05-27T22:02:09.193+01:00This Week 70 Years Ago...The little boats of England,The little motor boats,The little penny steamers,From Lands End to John O'Groats.The Brighton Belle, the Margate Queen,The Vigilant, The Lark,The Saucy Jane, The Gracie Fields,(Even a Noarh's Arc).Picked up their country's messageThat it's back was to the Wall.There is danger, there is danger,Will you answer to the call?Francis Drake, and Collinwood,And Nelson of the Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-58554056786020018602010-05-27T00:05:00.005+01:002010-05-27T00:37:14.636+01:00Robin Hood And Alan-a-dale.Come listen to me, you gallants so free,All you that love laughter to hear,And I will tell you of a bold outlawThat lived in Nottinghamshire.As Robin Hood in the forest stood,Under the greenwood tree,He saw a young man in scarlet redSinging a roundelay.As Robin Hood next morning stood,Among the leaves so gay,There he saw the same young manCome drooping along the way.The scarlet he wore the day Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-57462391858825490682010-05-01T08:42:00.004+01:002010-05-01T08:45:30.413+01:00Gordoom's Facepalm Moment;No need for words.Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-85966519012403719702009-12-26T13:23:00.002+00:002009-12-26T13:25:57.761+00:00Letter to me at 16Nice and simple this one..That is all.Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-90524978162381287362009-12-12T12:42:00.006+00:002009-12-12T13:27:35.249+00:00Do you remember David Bellamy?I remember him most fondly.He was a favourite of mine when I was a child.His enthusiasm, and animated motions of glee when he spoke about whatever bug, bird, flowers, or mammal that he was on the television telling us about, always enchanted me.I wanted to be just like David Bellamy, I used to do impressions of him, stroking my pretend beard and gesticulating wildly in front of the family dog. (Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-34014575193943895012009-11-14T13:44:00.010+00:002009-11-14T14:08:05.309+00:00For FUCK'S SAKE!English Mother fucker, do you speak it?Jules Winnfield; Pulp Fiction.Their.The possessive of they. Something that belongs to someone.There.Over there, under there, it is there. A place.They're.They are. Are they? Yes they are.They're putting their coats over there.GET IT RIGHT! It's not so difficult!What's that? You could care less about what I say?GOOD! Because that means that you DO care Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-26058205811351748502009-11-09T23:17:00.005+00:002009-11-09T23:29:15.805+00:00Because it needs preserving...I read this this morning, on The Times' website. A few minuites ago, I read elsewhere that it has been removed from the Times' website, with only a missed quote appearing randomly at the top of the homepage occasionally. Full details HERE, but just in case that gets lost for any reason, here is what Jeremy Clarkson had to say in his column in The Times yesterday;I’ve given the matter a great dealBemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-14597200178279761192009-08-02T18:18:00.006+01:002009-08-02T18:38:05.344+01:00Education, edyokayshn, ثقافThis gave me a giggle, with a hat tip to RantinRab. 1. Teaching Maths In 1970: A logger sells a truckload of timber for £100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit? 2. Teaching Maths In 1980: A logger sells a truckload of timber for £100. His cost of production is 80% of the price. What is his profit? 3. Teaching Maths In 1990: A logger sells a truckload of timber forBemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-43523146403017594262009-07-18T00:43:00.003+01:002009-07-18T01:27:30.477+01:00Let's Talk...Reposted from the Yorkshire Libertarian Blog:Let’s talk. I need your help. After a conversation with Andrew Withers, chairman of the LPUK, last week, I have taken on the role of regional coordinator for the Yorkshire region of the LPUK. How many of us are there? How many LPUK members are in the Yorkshire region, and, indeed, how many people are reading this from Yorkshire, who Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-38973728701719507572009-07-17T00:15:00.003+01:002009-07-17T00:18:50.886+01:00Hahaha!This gave me a giggle from Pingwire.Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-39590741586230805422009-07-05T21:35:00.003+01:002009-07-05T21:40:40.412+01:00Dr. Ism's Formula.From Citizen X :Obviously American, but the message applies everywhere. Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-19943745675996265412009-05-22T22:28:00.007+01:002009-05-22T22:51:13.807+01:00People Like You Voting BNP... Or so the bile-filled leaflet that came through my door yesterday told me. My first question, before even reading any of it's contents was 'Who exactly, likes me voting BNP? 'Which people?! The British Nationalist Party can't even get our written language correct! I do not pretend to be some kind of linguistic expert, but surely a campaigning political party would get it right, right? Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-33743490947144251262009-05-20T18:42:00.003+01:002009-05-20T18:47:21.672+01:00The Difference Between MP's, And Us.Hat tip to Trixy for this one. The Hair Cut. One day a florist goes to a barber for a haircut. After the cut he asked about his bill and the barber replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.'The florist was pleased and left the shop. When the barber goes to open his shop the next morning there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at hisBemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-79687745575398939762009-05-09T14:13:00.005+01:002009-05-09T14:16:10.001+01:00TonightGoing to test out the new tent, and camping gear this afternoon, just one night at Wren's, to make sure everything is as it should be with the tent, before we start taking it to the Moors.Will have pictures, and a blog update on Sunday/Monday.Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-13833512032235915242009-05-09T13:18:00.004+01:002009-05-09T13:24:47.875+01:00Haha!I just thought this was hilarious!The lad's face at 0:10 is a fantastic example of visual comedy!Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-16537344234285420342009-05-05T15:18:00.004+01:002009-05-05T15:25:11.058+01:00Poor Karen Matthews.It seems poor Karen Matthews is missing a few things while she's doing her time. Sex, shopping, and coffee at her neighbour's, but not a word for any of her beer and fag tokens, er, I mean children, including Shannon, who was held prisoner in the base of a divan bed while her Mother plotted to grab newspaper reward money. Poor Thing."Matthews said: "My downfall has always been men. I get the Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-48600048288492747822009-04-19T00:22:00.002+01:002009-04-19T00:26:36.040+01:00Just A Quickie...Chicken Katsu, followed by a delicious chicken teriyaki, with a couple of bottles of Asahi Black..Mmmm...That is all..Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-23013044412197604852009-04-04T23:34:00.010+01:002009-04-05T00:36:18.696+01:00Dracula's Whitby Walk.And so, to bring us right up to date with the walking, last week we went on the Dracula's Whitby walk.This is another four mile walk, six kilometers or so.Starting at Whitby Abbey, this took us along the coastal path to a camp site, then cross country, back into Whitby from the top.Not a particularly difficult walk, but enough to work up an appetite for fish 'n' chips afterwards!(Click 'em to seeBemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-23700699395429566342009-04-04T21:06:00.009+01:002009-04-05T01:02:33.236+01:00West Burton to Aysgarth Round.The second walk we did was a little shorter than the first, only about four miles, or six kilometers.First we drove to the village of West Burton, near Ripon, and parked up beside the village green.It's one of those villages that makes you say things like,"Ooh, wouldn't it be lovely to live here?" then start making silent plans in your head to move there one day, yet still know, deep down, that Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-20978035219073626742009-04-04T18:15:00.015+01:002009-04-05T01:01:08.920+01:00One of those moments..A few weeks ago, we decided to start going for regular walks in the countryside. We live in York, which is pretty much surrounded by countryside, like the Yorkshire Dales, and North Yorkshire Moors.I got a few books, you know the type, '50 Walks In North Yorkshire', and ' Historic Walks - North Yorkshire', and we are choosing a walk to do every weekend.The first one we did was to drive out to Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-15926051855912219692009-02-12T16:46:00.007+00:002009-02-12T17:02:20.206+00:00Ik Ben Droevig :- I Am Sorry.I do hope that the translation in the title is accurate, I got it from yahoo/babelfish, so I am pretty confident it is correct.People of the Netherlands, I am so very sorry for what my government has done to your representitive today.Please believe that they have not done this on behalf of me, nor the majority of the British people, of whom I believe, oppose this outrageous denial of free Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238802068998409931.post-59750832895268000692009-02-07T22:25:00.005+00:002009-02-07T22:29:31.554+00:00Save The Words!SAVE THE WORDS!I have;Sponser your own endangered word NOW!Bemused Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800603580161413781noreply@blogger.com1