fecherklyn

robi666 says on Oct 9, 2007, 07:11:

Where are you from fecherklyn? Let me guess... Germany or Holland.

"I am a citizen of the most beautiful nation on earth. A nation whose laws are harsh yet simple, a nation that never cheats, which is immense and without borders, where life is lived in the present."

fecherklyn says on Feb 1, 18:03:

Robi,

I have travelled the 4 corners but must admit to joint British and French origins, with a side salad of Italian, and S. American flavours.

robi666 says on Feb 1, 20:27:

I thought so, (responding to the post in my profile) from the 9th of October :-)
Where do you live?

"I am a citizen of the most beautiful nation on earth. A nation whose laws are harsh yet simple, a nation that never cheats, which is immense and without borders, where life is lived in the present."

fecherklyn says on Feb 2, 13:22:

We live in Medellin in Loma los Benedictinos but will be moving to central Poblado in a few months time. And you?

britabroad says on Feb 22, 09:56:

Thanks for your comments on the Euro v Gringo (now sadly deleted) thread.
Sometimes it´s nice to just sit here and give some out, isn´t it? I was disappointed at the poor response though. Never mind. Glad it cheered you up and made the most important part of you proud. We can´t have those damn Colonials having the monopoly on things all of the time, can we.
Take care,
Ian (Cali)

Leave the big stick at home...carry a cannon!

paulr says on Feb 22, 16:38:

Hey Fecherklyn. Are we getting a band of brothers together, eh? I never knew that the term "band of brothers " was from shakespeare for the guys going to battle at Agincourte and not an origianal name from an american Army division.
"And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
Bit of usless info for ya.
I received your message. "my wife will vouch I am really nice." would she vouch for you under oath? no, i trust you matey. I also was a little dissapointed with the response, i was prepared for any response, but nothing! Hope all is going well for you. Take care, Paul

Life is like a ten-speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.

britabroad says on Feb 23, 06:18:

Hiya Fech

The �?vatar´ ...that´s a picture to you and me....is easy to load. Go into your profile and click on ´picture´. Then click on ´add picture´ and ´search´. All the photos on your computer will show. Just click on the one you want. Press ´open´ then press ´upload´. The photo will appear as your ´Avatar´.
Make it a good one! Hope this helps.
A British Curry is not to be confused with an Indian Curry. Indian curry´s are strong, hot and smelly - used purely to stop the meat going off in the heat. A British curry was devised for the Raj and brought back to Britain by the army officers who got a taste for it. I´ve heard that the favourite ´British Dish´is now Chicken Tikka Masala. In my youth it used to be fish n chips. How times change.
Take care
Ian

Leave the big stick at home...carry a cannon!

fecherklyn says on Feb 24, 16:43:

Hi Brit, how old are you to be recounting these pictorals from the days of the British Raj? Still have a photo of my dad in his colonial gear (and I'm REALLY old)....the one and only time I ever saw him bare his knees in public. That was in India (Taj Mahal in top corner) but he was very reticent on his memories which, only now, makes me wonder why. He loved curry but perhaps he never got outside the barracks.

Lovely weekend; The English edge a painful victory against the French ( I cannot lose here because of my double nationality although I admit I find it hard to join in the chorus of "hard work overcoming flair") and Spurs, my local team, pre-overseas relocations, finally achieved something.

Isn't this an Olympic-year? Should we expat-Brits get into training to combat the hordes?

I am presently reading Peter Ackroyd's "Shakespeare - The Biography" and feel cheated by Paulr's rendition of the St. Crispin's speech....the prose I usually quote to impress persons of my cultural bias. Damn him. Am actually searching for an appropriate Shakespearian reply but it doesn't help when you do not really understand anything he says.

britabroad says on Feb 26, 09:33:

Ha, ha.

I´m not as old as I feel but younger than I look. That´s all you´re getting! I´m not that old as I thought Raj was the manager of the Balti House in Woodford High Road.
Yes, the British Army curry is famous. Better than all that genuine Indian muck.

A Spurs supporter eh? You´d get on well with my stepsons. White Hart Lane is their second home. C'mon, you know which side your bread is buttered. How can you support a rugby team with an old cockerell as their mascot?

I´ve actually been in training for the olympics for some time now. I´m doing boxing and sprinting. That way I can punch them really hard then run away!

As for Billy Shakespeare, here´s some more, (in case you´re having a French day).

"In peace there´s nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility,
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then immitate the actions of the Tiger.
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage.
Then, lend the eye a terrible aspect.
Let it pry through the portage of the head like the brass canon,
Let the brow overwhelm it as feafully as does a galled rock,
Oérhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostrils wide.
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit to his full height!
On, on, you noble English, where blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexandras, have in these parts from morn till even fought,
and sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
Dishonour not your Mothers, now attest that those whom you call Fathers did beget you!
Be copy now to men of grosser blood, and teach them how to war!
And you good yeomen, whose limbs were made in England, show us here
the mettle of your pasture.
Let us swear that you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not, for there are none of you so mean and base that hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds upon the slips, straining at the start.
The game´s afoot, follow your spirits, and upon this charge cry,
"God for Harry, England and Saint George!"

Henry V, Act III, Scene I
Roughly translated as,
"Get your useless yokel arse up to those gates now, you waste of oxygen!"

Leave the big stick at home...carry a cannon!