travel chat @ spaceless.com

MSG 166383: Marger (121.45.98.61) - Wed, 13 Jan 2010 11:34:41 +0000
Have done my usual run down on Spaceless chat rooms this evening
MSG 166393: Bill (92.4.34.120) - Wed, 13 Jan 2010 12:55:28 +0000
Bet you missed one
MSG 166422: marger (121.45.98.61) - Fri, 15 Jan 2010 00:25:50 +0000
What one, Jura?
MSG 166424: Bill (92.2.11.82) - Fri, 15 Jan 2010 08:45:43 +0000
All sports
MSG 166426: marger (121.45.98.61) - Fri, 15 Jan 2010 11:14:40 +0000
OK, will check Spaceless out now. Couldn′t get All Sport last time I trtied.
MSG 166427: marger (121.45.98.61) - Fri, 15 Jan 2010 11:16:52 +0000
No, it can′t be found on Firefox or Safari!
MSG 166430: Bill (92.2.11.82) - Fri, 15 Jan 2010 12:27:18 +0000
I can and there has been no one else there for a long time.
MSG 166431: Bill (92.2.11.82) - Fri, 15 Jan 2010 12:28:52 +0000
Other then myself the lasst poster was Gordon on 23rd July 2009
MSG 166448: marger (121.45.98.61) - Sat, 16 Jan 2010 10:38:23 +0000
Why not try to see if you can post a message on All Sports. Just something brief, a word or two
MSG 166451: Bill (92.2.11.82) - Sat, 16 Jan 2010 12:11:05 +0000
I can and do .The last twelve posts there are me talking to myself .
MSG 166760: optimus (200.107.125.131) - Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:08:14 +0000
The safest system are totally "sealed closed" systems.
MSG 166967: optimum (200.107.125.131) - Sat, 20 Feb 2010 20:29:26 +0000
Dissonances in a system usually communicate that a system change is comming up.
MSG 166998: marger (118.210.213.62) - Fri, 26 Feb 2010 12:12:33 +0000
How are you Jura
MSG 167005: optimum (65.167.30.131) - Fri, 26 Feb 2010 21:20:32 +0000
Bill vanished like the dawn of a new day.
MSG 167006: marger (118.210.213.62) - Sat, 27 Feb 2010 00:46:02 +0000
Well, is it any wonder. He is an intelligent person obviously looking for more than Spaceless at present can offer.
MSG 167009: optimum (65.167.30.131) - Sun, 28 Feb 2010 21:13:26 +0000
Well, I hope he´s doing well. That´s all.
MSG 167022: optimum (65.167.30.131) - Mon, 01 Mar 2010 20:17:56 +0000
Traveling is good for one`s moral.
MSG 167033: Autumn (74.126.249.21) - Thu, 04 Mar 2010 13:21:11 +0000
what do you mean by ′moral′?

we′re traveling to this gorgeous hotel in southern Indiana in a few weeks.. I need to get away! Feeling major cabin fever.

http://vimeo.com/6404583
MSG 167034: marger (118.210.165.103) - Sat, 06 Mar 2010 11:33:15 +0000
I think he meant ′morale′ Autumn, although you′ve probably figured it out. Enjoy your holiday
MSG 167082: Grigor Madoc (92.3.183.220) - Sat, 13 Mar 2010 12:33:00 +0000
Canute the Great

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I′ll tell of Canute, King of England,
A native of Denmark was he,
His hobbies was roving and raiding
And paddling his feet in the sea.

By trade he were what′s called a Viking,
Every summer he′d visit our shore,
Help himself to whatever he wanted,
And come back in the autumn for more.

These trips always showed him a profit,
But what stumped him to know was this ′ere...
Where the English folk got all the money,
He came and took off them each year.

After duly considering the matter,
He concluded as how his best course,
Were to have an invasion of England,
And tap the supply at its source.

He got other Vikings to join him,
With a promise of plunder and spoil,
And raked up atrocity stories,
To bring all their blood to the boil.

They landed one morning at Weymouth,
And waited for fight to begin,
While their foe, Ethelred the Unready,
Found his army and got it fell in.

When the battle were done, Crown of England,
Changed heads, so the history book states,
From Ethelred′s seven-and-a-quarter,
To King Canutes six-and-five-eights.

The Vikings was cheered as the winners,
Ethelred, he went somewhere and died,
And Canute, to his lasting atonement...
Made the widow, Queen Emma, his bride.

She started to teach him his manners,
To drink without wetting his nose,
Put his hand to his mouth and say "Pardon!",
Every time the occasion arose.

She said his companions was vulgar,
His habits more easy than free,
Made him promise no more to disgrace her,
By paddling his feet in the sea.

At the time this ′ere promise meant nothing,
It were made in the cool of the spring,
But when summer came in with a heat wave,
T′ were a totally different thing.

He moved his court down to the seaside,
Where they took off their shoes and their socks,
And rushed to the water and left him,
Alone on his throne on the rocks.

Said one, "Come on King, have a paddle,
I′ll look after your sceptre and crown."
He replied, "Nay, I promised the missus,
And I can′t let the old... lady down."

"No need to do that," said the Tempter,
"The tide′s coming in, as you see;
You promised you wouldn′t go to it,
But you can′t stop it coming to thee!"

And that′s how it happened... that later,
When Emma came over the sands,
She found Canute knee deep in water,
Trying to shush the sea back with his hands.

For not letting on that he′d seen her,
He was chiding each wave as it came,
Saying, "Thus far, my lad, and no further!"
′Til Emma said, "What is this game?"

He replied, These ′ere flatterers told me,
That the sea would obey me, and so,
I′m giving them this demonstration,
To show what a fat lot they know."

"You′re doing quite right," shouted Emma,
"It′s time someone made them look small!"
Then she took off her shoes and her stockings,
And started to paddle an′ all.

...travel

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