Software Engineer's Lifestyle...

[SupremeSpod]

...Well, Spod is off to San Francisco next week.

Spod - In "Which is nice" mode!

 

[Lucifer Box]

I'm off to Wales for the weekend. How does that rate in the lifestyle stakes?

 

[SupremeSpod]

I'm off to Wales for the weekend. How does that rate in the lifestyle stakes?

My parents are moving to Anglesey over the weekend.

Spod - In "fecking Druids" mode!

 

[WageSlave]

I'm off to Wales for the weekend. How does that rate in the lifestyle stakes?

I'm collecting the mother-in-law from the airport.

Wage in 'Nigel' mode.

 

[Francko]

I'm off to Wales for the weekend. How does that rate in the lifestyle stakes?

Welsh Landscape


To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song. To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song.

R.S. Thomas

 

[planetit]

Excellent Francko. Though maybe a little repetitive.

 

[Francko]

I like Wales.

 

[WageSlave]

Best summed up by:

And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,

Although nothing about short, dark, hairy women, sex with sheep and web-toed banjo playing.

 

[darmstadt]

I just got back from working in Amsterdam and Utrecht. Never seen so many chavs in my life...

 

[SupremeSpod]

Spod's off

Spod's off

Back in a week.

Ciao!