Sally who lives in my alley

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d000hg replied

5 April 2011, 21:56
Originally posted by Wodewick View Post

Do you mean - if he never posted again it would be a good thing?

Can't fault you there.

Because inversely proportional means

Code:

frequency * quality = constant

So frequency can't be zero, but as it approaches it the quality will approach infinitely good.

1 post a week is a good balance IMO.
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Wodewick replied

5 April 2011, 21:53
Originally posted by d000hg View Post

The quality and frequency of GB's threads seems to be directly inversely related. There's not enough material to fill this recent slew of threads.

Do you mean - if he never posted again it would be a good thing?

Can't fault you there.
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d000hg replied

5 April 2011, 11:38
The quality and frequency of GB's threads seems to be directly inversely related. There's not enough material to fill this recent slew of threads.
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OwlHoot replied

5 April 2011, 09:29
Originally posted by Pondlife View Post

He stood alone on platform 4
his notebook in his hand
a train went by
we heard a cry
and read this crap no more

Sigh - If only ..
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Pondlife replied

4 April 2011, 23:08
He stood alone on platform 4
his notebook in his hand
a train went by
we heard a cry
and read this crap no more
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gricerboy replied

4 April 2011, 22:58
Originally posted by amcdonald View Post

You can't shoot him, he's a laydee and he does laydeeeeeeeees things like pick wild flowers

Indeed.
Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair
And Greta woods are green
And you may gather summer garlands there
Would grace a summer-queen
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amcdonald replied

4 April 2011, 17:22
Originally posted by DaveB View Post

So did AMcD.

GPWM
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DaveB replied

4 April 2011, 13:38
Originally posted by pacharan View Post

I meant Gricerboy, not the lady in the poem.

So did AMcD.
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pacharan replied

4 April 2011, 13:22
Originally posted by amcdonald View Post

You can't shoot him, he's a laydee and he does laydeeeeeeeees things like pick wild flowers

I meant Gricerboy, not the lady in the poem.
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amcdonald replied

4 April 2011, 12:59
Originally posted by pacharan View Post

Somebody shoot him!

You can't shoot him, he's a laydee and he does laydeeeeeeeees things like pick wild flowers
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pacharan replied

4 April 2011, 12:48
Somebody shoot him!
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wobbegong replied

4 April 2011, 12:23
His name is Sally and he lives in my alley

Is that a euphamism?
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DimPrawn replied

4 April 2011, 12:20
Nurse!

He's out of bed again!
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gricerboy started a topic Sally who lives in my alley

4 April 2011, 12:04
Sally who lives in my alley

Away! the oh six thirty
mind racing, thoughts a dirty
o'er mountain, field and fen
her secrets i yearn to ken

her name is sally and she lives in my alley

How my heart doth swell with pride
to survey my would be bride
Oh! to own the eyes but few
that behold sweet manna dew

her name is sally and she lives in my alley

as we reach Bath Spa Station
Alas! such consternation!
onto carriage floor is hurled
my copy of railway world

yours? enquires a voice deep bass
ill fitting of pearls and lace
profers an arm quite hirsute
this, methinks, is not so cute

His name is Sally and he lives in my alley
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