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Post by reason on Mar 9, 2020 13:43:39 GMT
A person's true nature is revealed at times of the greatest adversity.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!
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Post by axegas on Mar 9, 2020 13:47:00 GMT
I always knew Rudyard Kipling was a Gashead.
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Post by Congas on Mar 9, 2020 13:47:05 GMT
I can see us thrashing Sunderland now, lol
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Post by Marshy on Mar 9, 2020 13:47:33 GMT
Thanks Wael.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2020 13:48:18 GMT
A person's true nature is revealed at times of the greatest adversity.If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son! Honestly. I really don’t think Kipling had Garner in mind when he wrote such a brilliant piece of prose. For one thing I doubt Kipling would look too kindly on Garner’s inability to take responsibility and constant use of excuses. ”Never breathe a word about your loss” - does that sound like Garner?
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Post by Marshy on Mar 9, 2020 13:50:31 GMT
A person's true nature is revealed at times of the greatest adversity.If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son! Honestly. I really don’t think Kipling had Garner in mind when he wrote such a brilliant piece of prose. For one thing I doubt Kipling would look too kindly on Garner’s inability to take responsibility and constant use of excuses. ”Never breathe a word about your loss” - does that sound like Garner? To be fair to the bloke, he did make exceedingly good cakes though.
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Post by baggins on Mar 9, 2020 13:51:53 GMT
A person's true nature is revealed at times of the greatest adversity.If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son! Doesn't really help when I'm going to get a £410 Season Ticket renewal next week.
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Post by axegas on Mar 9, 2020 13:52:22 GMT
Honestly. I really don’t think Kipling had Garner in mind when he wrote such a brilliant piece of prose. For one thing I doubt Kipling would look too kindly on Garner’s inability to take responsibility and constant use of excuses. ”Never breathe a word about your loss” - does that sound like Garner? To be fair to the bloke, he did make exceedingly good cakes though. I am rather partial to a Cherry Bakewell.
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Post by baggins on Mar 9, 2020 13:55:55 GMT
To be fair to the bloke, he did make exceedingly good cakes though. I am rather partial to a Cherry Bakewell. Wasn't she in Bucks Fizz?
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Post by Antonio Fargas on Mar 9, 2020 13:56:04 GMT
To be fair to the bloke, he did make exceedingly good cakes though. I am rather partial to a Cherry Bakewell. She's a good poet.
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Post by gasandelectricity on Mar 9, 2020 13:56:07 GMT
Cheers Ben. I don’t buy it. Go now.
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Post by axegas on Mar 9, 2020 13:58:15 GMT
I am rather partial to a Cherry Bakewell. Wasn't she in Bucks Fizz? From the land of make believe.
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Post by baggins on Mar 9, 2020 13:59:06 GMT
Wasn't she in Bucks Fizz? From the land of make believe. She knows Wael? Who knew.
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Post by station on Mar 9, 2020 14:00:10 GMT
Seems Coronavirus is effecting the mind as well - scary
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Post by warehamgas on Mar 9, 2020 14:01:23 GMT
A person's true nature is revealed at times of the greatest adversity.If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son! Very true and describes the position DC had to face and the obstacles he overcame very well. But you’ve posted 15 months too late. UTG!
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Post by Marshy on Mar 9, 2020 14:01:46 GMT
Wasn't she in Bucks Fizz? From the land of make believe. Wael & Starnes - Making your mind up.
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Post by axegas on Mar 9, 2020 14:03:04 GMT
From the land of make believe. Wael & Starnes - Making your mind up. Garner - If you can’t stand the heat.
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Post by baggins on Mar 9, 2020 14:03:12 GMT
From the land of make believe. Wael & Starnes - Making your mind up. Stop drinking.
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Post by Congas on Mar 9, 2020 14:25:43 GMT
I don't want him to go until he's thrown a real wobbler on the touchline, hairdryer, the lot. You see, I don't believe he is a mr nice guy at all, and his facade started to crumble a bit at Saffend. Okay, it was just minor irritation and some pointing of the finger, but I don't think it'll be much longer before we see the real pent up anger streaming out of him and they'll all step in line.
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Post by Gas Go Marching In on Mar 9, 2020 14:38:02 GMT
I don't want him to go until he's thrown a real wobbler on the touchline, hairdryer, the lot. You see, I don't believe he is a mr nice guy at all, and his facade started to crumble a bit at Saffend. Okay, it was just minor irritation and some pointing of the finger, but I don't think it'll be much longer before we see the real pent up anger streaming out of him and they'll all step in line. Yeah, they gave a throwing the other way and he was fuming. The pressure is really telling.
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