Prose from a Poshboy

[cambridgealex]

Done a fun little quiz that I hope you'll all enter.

It's a "this is the answer, what's the question?" format. Where you can have up to 3 guesses per question, and get marked on hilarity of your answers, not just whether they are correct or not!

http://blondepoker.com/forum/index.php?topic=59849.msg1687484#msg1687484

[atdc21]

Hi Alex, before you lump out 2.5k to get your car repaired i would strongly recommend you get someone else to have a look first. I have repaired cars all my life and would be very surprised if all those things you have been told are needed, are really  needed, they maybe but prob not. Try and find a small garage or self employed mechanic to look at it, just because its a BMW doesnt mean you need main dealer, its only nuts and bolts, good luck getting it sorted anyway.

[pokerfan]

Hub, carrier and driveshaft very unlikely

4 wheel alignment £20

With everything can get it done 50% cheaper than that .

[cambridgealex]

Tonight was the annual carol singing evening at my Mum's house. Probably the 5th or 6th year we've had this, always a spiffing occasion.

It's difficult to describe this evening in Layman's terms, but I'll use a night out on the town as a metaphor as it works nicely.

Things start off well planned. There's a meeting time, a place and a structure of what is going to happen. A programme even, of carols to sing, who's going to play the piano for which one, preceded by some drinks, and followed by some food. Just like you might all meet at 8 in a restaurant for some food and then move on to a bar for some drinks.

Things are very civilised, there's some good singing and we follow the structure of the program. Just like you might have some intelligent conversation at the start of a night out, visit the same bars, and behaviour is still acceptable.

Then, as the drinks start to flow, people get more relaxed and the list of predesignated carols to sing runs out...it all kicks off. There's a free-for-all dive for the piano, everyone is trying to get different carols sung, people shouting out random page numbers "Green book 64, a lovely Vaughan Williams number!"......"No Orange book 105, a lovely version of Once In Royal".....Then the alpha male of the group begins something with enough purpose that gets a few tag-alongs, and then everyone joins in...rinse and repeat....

Now we're in the club, things are getting messy. Shots are flying, we're on the dancefloor, busting out our freestyle moves, lusting after girls way out of our league...

Then as some of the group sober up and go home, the young and feisty come into their stride, and even rebel against the premise and start bashing out some non-carols! What ho!

Bobby played some Schubert songs, which "the lads" loved and we had a merry little chorus whilst the women washed up the dishes. Then we merged seemlessy into some Les Mis, some Skyfall, back into Schubert, then even whipped out some of the chart hits of today such as The Swedish House Mafia and Florence And The Machine.

Things are really out of control now, the evening has lost its entire purpose. The last guests have finished their Forest Gateaux, Mum has gone to bed, helplessly, leaving the dishes until morning. It's just me Bobby and his mate from Oxford, round the piano. Nothing can stop us. LADS LADS LADS.

[WotRTheChances]

Oh. My. God.

[kinboshi]

Tonight was the annual carol singing evening at my Mums house. Probably the 5th or 6th year we've had this, always a spiffing occasion.

It's difficult to describe this evening in Lehman's terms, but I'll use a night out on the town as a metaphor as it works nicely.

Things start off well planned. There's a meeting time, a place and a structure of what is going to happen. A programme even, of carols to sing, who's going to play the piano for which one, preceded by some drinks, and followed by some food. Just like you might all meet at 8 in a restaurant for some food and then move on to a bar for some drinks.

Things are very civilised, there's some good singing and we follow the structure of the program. Just like you might have some intelligent conversation at the start of a night out, visit the same bars, and behaviour is still acceptable.

Then, as the drinks start to flow, people get more relaxed and the list of predesignated carols to sing runs out...it all kicks off. There's a free-for-all dive for the piano, everyone is trying to get different carols sung, people shouting out random page numbers "Green book 64, a lovely Vaughan Williams number!"......"No Orange book 105, a lovely version of Once In Royal".....Then the alpha male of the group begins something with enough purpose that gets a few tag-alongs, and then everyone joins in...rinse and repeat....

Now we're in the club, things are getting messy. Shots are flying, we're on the dancefloor, busting out our freestyle moves, lusting after girls way out of our league...

Then as some of the group sober up and go home, the young and fiesty come into their stride, and even rebel against the premise and start bashing out some non-carols! What ho!

Bobby played some Schubert songs, which "the lads" loved and we had a merry little chorus whilst the women washed up the dishes. Then we merged seemlessy into some Les Mis, some Skyfall, back into Schubert, then even whipped out some of the chart hits of today such as The Swedish House Mafia and Florence And The Machine.

Things are really out of control now, the evening has lost it's entire purpose. The last guests have finished their Forest Gateaux, Mum has gone to bed, helplessly, leaving the dishes until morning. It's just me Bobby and his mate from Oxford, round the piano. Nothing can stop us. LADS LADS LADS.

Dynamo mate.

[tikay]

A lovely piece Alex, this line could almost have been written 150 years ago.....

Bobby played some Schubert songs, which "the lads" loved and we had a merry little chorus whilst the women washed up the dishes.

How is Bobby doing at Uni, the Blue thing apart?

Do you buy the family Xmas pressies? If so, what sort of things?

Best wishes to all the Goulders at Christmas.

[lah30f]

Tonight was the annual carol singing evening at my Mums house. Probably the 5th or 6th year we've had this, always a spiffing occasion.

It's difficult to describe this evening in Lehman's terms, but I'll use a night out on the town as a metaphor as it works nicely.

Things start off well planned. There's a meeting time, a place and a structure of what is going to happen. A programme even, of carols to sing, who's going to play the piano for which one, preceded by some drinks, and followed by some food. Just like you might all meet at 8 in a restaurant for some food and then move on to a bar for some drinks.

Things are very civilised, there's some good singing and we follow the structure of the program. Just like you might have some intelligent conversation at the start of a night out, visit the same bars, and behaviour is still acceptable.

Then, as the drinks start to flow, people get more relaxed and the list of predesignated carols to sing runs out...it all kicks off. There's a free-for-all dive for the piano, everyone is trying to get different carols sung, people shouting out random page numbers "Green book 64, a lovely Vaughan Williams number!"......"No Orange book 105, a lovely version of Once In Royal".....Then the alpha male of the group begins something with enough purpose that gets a few tag-alongs, and then everyone joins in...rinse and repeat....

Now we're in the club, things are getting messy. Shots are flying, we're on the dancefloor, busting out our freestyle moves, lusting after girls way out of our league...

Then as some of the group sober up and go home, the young and fiesty come into their stride, and even rebel against the premise and start bashing out some non-carols! What ho!

Bobby played some Schubert songs, which "the lads" loved and we had a merry little chorus whilst the women washed up the dishes. Then we merged seemlessy into some Les Mis, some Skyfall, back into Schubert, then even whipped out some of the chart hits of today such as The Swedish House Mafia and Florence And The Machine.

Things are really out of control now, the evening has lost it's entire purpose. The last guests have finished their Forest Gateaux, Mum has gone to bed, helplessly, leaving the dishes until morning. It's just me Bobby and his mate from Oxford, round the piano. Nothing can stop us. LADS LADS LADS.

That sounds wonderful Alex.

Had a very similar family evening planned at the Hulme household but alas Drew suffered a burning desire to go back to DTD and take down the Incredible £100 or something.

[iangascoigne]

Yep whilst Alex lives the lifestyle of a Victorian choirboy Stato takes down the Incredible £100.Top man.Oh,and PJ mincashed for those who don't scroll down that far.

[taximan007]

Tonight was the annual carol singing evening at my Mums house. Probably the 5th or 6th year we've had this, always a spiffing occasion.

It's difficult to describe this evening in Lehman's terms, but I'll use a night out on the town as a metaphor as it works nicely.

Things start off well planned. There's a meeting time, a place and a structure of what is going to happen. A programme even, of carols to sing, who's going to play the piano for which one, preceded by some drinks, and followed by some food. Just like you might all meet at 8 in a restaurant for some food and then move on to a bar for some drinks.

Things are very civilised, there's some good singing and we follow the structure of the program. Just like you might have some intelligent conversation at the start of a night out, visit the same bars, and behaviour is still acceptable.

Then, as the drinks start to flow, people get more relaxed and the list of predesignated carols to sing runs out...it all kicks off. There's a free-for-all dive for the piano, everyone is trying to get different carols sung, people shouting out random page numbers "Green book 64, a lovely Vaughan Williams number!"......"No Orange book 105, a lovely version of Once In Royal".....Then the alpha male of the group begins something with enough purpose that gets a few tag-alongs, and then everyone joins in...rinse and repeat....

Now we're in the club, things are getting messy. Shots are flying, we're on the dancefloor, busting out our freestyle moves, lusting after girls way out of our league...

Then as some of the group sober up and go home, the young and fiesty come into their stride, and even rebel against the premise and start bashing out some non-carols! What ho!

Bobby played some Schubert songs, which "the lads" loved and we had a merry little chorus whilst the women washed up the dishes. Then we merged seemlessy into some Les Mis, some Skyfall, back into Schubert, then even whipped out some of the chart hits of today such as The Swedish House Mafia and Florence And The Machine.

Things are really out of control now, the evening has lost it's entire purpose. The last guests have finished their Forest Gateaux, Mum has gone to bed, helplessly, leaving the dishes until morning. It's just me Bobby and his mate from Oxford, round the piano. Nothing can stop us. LADS LADS LADS.

Nice to see the gentry still get their priorities right 

Sounds like a really great evening Alex, thank you

[pokerfan]

Smoking jackets ?

[Tal]

There used to be things like this at Uni.

[   ] I avoided them like the Plague

[X] I was nowhere near posh enough to be invited

[cambridgealex]

There used to be things like this at Uni.

[   ] I avoided them like the Plague

[X] I was nowhere near posh enough to be invited

lol. bet you were posh enough, just didn't have the voice perhaps?!

How is Bobby doing at Uni, the Blue thing apart?

Do you buy the family Xmas pressies? If so, what sort of things?

He's a bit snowed under with all the work and finding it quite hard. Enjoying every aspect that he's throwing himself into though.

Out of the blue is such a massive time commitment. Did I write here about their Freeview project? BBC have paid them £15,000 to do this promotion about their "Playing TV Backwards Promotion" and they had to learn some Christmas Carols BACKWARDS to sing at various events around the country and for a TV advert.

It is unbelievably hard what they've done here, it's impossible to appreciate how hard it is to sing a word like "wish" backwards so it sounds like "wish" when played backwards. Here is their effort, so they sing the famous carol backwards, and then halfway through the freeview software plays it backwards and it sounds normal again!

[RED-DOG]

Fabulous!

[Tal]

There used to be things like this at Uni.

[   ] I avoided them like the Plague

[X] I was nowhere near posh enough to be invited

lol. bet you were posh enough, just didn't have the voice perhaps?!

I also don't have the voice or - despite surprisingly feminine fingers - any musical talent. Doesn't work in a brummie accent. Despite this, I have astonishing rhythm.

True story - I spent several weeks before I first went up to Cam listening to Classic FM to try to "get into" classical music. Just did nothing for me at all, although I can appreciate the level of skill and ability required to write and perform it. When the classical music questions come up on University Challenge, my rules are:

1. Mainly violins = Vivaldi
2. Harpsichord = J. S. Bach
3. Everything in the orchestra playing at max volume at the same time = Wagner
4. Lady singing = Coin flip between Verdi and Puccini.

Seem to do ok.

See? Properly not posh