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Previously on "Sally who lives in my alley"

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  • d000hg
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    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
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    Originally posted by DaveB View Post
    So did AMcD.
    GPWM

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  • DaveB
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    Originally posted by pacharan View Post
    I meant Gricerboy, not the lady in the poem.
    So did AMcD.

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  • pacharan
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    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
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    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
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    Somebody shoot him!

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  • wobbegong
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    His name is Sally and he lives in my alley
    Is that a euphamism?

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  • DimPrawn
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    Nurse!

    He's out of bed again!

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  • gricerboy
    started a topic Sally who lives in my alley

    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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