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Here in the States, inbreeding gets you admitted to Marshall. In England it gets you a full blown wedding at Westminster Abbey.

Advantage: England!

Flipper wrote:Here in the States, inbreeding gets you admitted to Marshall. In England it gets you a full blown wedding at Westminster Abbey.

Advantage: England!

If my family lived in England we'd own the joint!

That is a fascinating proposition, h20ville. I am sure the chances of you getting a permanent UK residency visa (and consequentially the rest of the European Community member States!) on the strength of your wit alone could be very, very good.

Zom wrote:That is a fascinating proposition, h20ville. I am sure the chances of you getting a permanent UK residency visa (and consequentially the rest of the European Community member States!) on the strength of your wit alone could be very, very good.

But if I had to split the visa between Britain and the rest of Europe I'd only be a half-wit. Good to hear from you Zom-doing any slogs up those Welsh peaks? Did you snag an invite to the wedding? Inquiring minds want to know.

...had more ugly hats than the Kentucky Derby.

Well, yes, h20ville, and thank you very much for asking!

I am still going up and down the mountains, all the more happily knowing that my nieghbour William is patrolling the slopes from his vantage point in a very cool and very yellow search and rescue helicopter. There is life outside London, you see, and William and Kate live just down the road, so although I did not make it to the wedding I am sure I will hear all about it next time they gatecrash my table at the local "ruby" (that's what the well-heeled affectionately call Indian restaurants, as in "going for a ruby"!), or in the alternative at the grocery store. She's always running in for a pizza, or sometimes lasagna, and being British, "pommes frites" or "fries" as some might know them, or "chips" as the well heeled around here call them.

Between you and me, h20ville, she's on the waiting list for one of my heavily subscribed Taoist internal arts classes. There's a credit rating to get past, but if she passes muster, she's in. ...and her sister - you have no idea what a Royal Warrant does for business around here!

How about you, h20ville, how's life these days?

Zom wrote:Well, yes, h20ville, and thank you very much for asking!

I am still going up and down the mountains, all the more happily knowing that my nieghbour William is patrolling the slopes from his vantage point in a very cool and very yellow search and rescue helicopter. There is life outside London, you see, and William and Kate live just down the road, so although I did not make it to the wedding I am sure I will hear all about it next time they gatecrash my table at the local "ruby" (that's what the well-heeled affectionately call Indian restaurants, as in "going for a ruby"!), or in the alternative at the grocery store. She's always running in for a pizza, or sometimes lasagna, and being British, "pommes frites" or "fries" as some might know them, or "chips" as the well heeled around here call them.

Between you and me, h20ville, she's on the waiting list for one of my heavily subscribed Taoist internal arts classes. There's a credit rating to get past, but if she passes muster, she's in. ...and her sister - you have no idea what a Royal Warrant does for business around here!

How about you, h20ville, how's life these days?

Just saw a pic of the sister-if my 33 year attempt at wedded bliss doesn't work out I might take a flier...

Not doing any climbing these days mostly because there's nothing to climb here. Enjoying the resurgence of Rocket men's basketball-oh, wait, no I'm not.