Carl Bratcher, Musician, Artist, Writer, Dreamer
Serbia 6 – Wales 1 in a world cup qualifier???? FFS PULEEEZE look outside the box for a manager, try Spain or Sth America coz the crop that are sitting there in the sidelines waiting for the head of the current manager to role are just as soddin’ bad.
It was 1958 (the year I was born) the last and only time Wales made it to a world cup, any chance you useless bastards can get there again before I go tits up???????????
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas (first published 1951)
The best modern version IMHO is the one sung by Doug Parkinson off the movie Stone
Read an analysis here – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_go_gentle_into_that_good_night
Two English businessmen in London were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store. As yet, the store wasn’t ready, with only a few shelves set up.
One said to the other, “I bet any minute now some twit is going to walk by, put his face to the window and ask what we’re selling.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious WELSHMAN walked to the window, had a peek, and in a broad VALLEYS accent asked, “What are you selling in here butt?”
One of the men replied sarcastically, “We’re selling arse-holes.”
Without skipping a beat, the TAFFY said, “You are doing well, Only two left!”
Moral: Englishmen – God bless them – should not mess with the WELSH.
