The Dying Arts Society

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Comment by Richard ridealgh on July 10, 2012 at 22:28

Talking about the pen, writing letters is also a dying trend.

Comment by Richard Roman on July 10, 2012 at 22:20

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

 

I suggest a movement to bring back the pen! A proper pen with real ink and a nib!

Comment by Jack Field on July 10, 2012 at 12:18

I like it. I propose the first session should be a knitting and sewing sesh at GP, i have many shirts that need buttoning. To thread a needle, i am told, is to be at one with the world.

Comment by CCF Beijing on July 10, 2012 at 10:18

The Beatles – The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill Lyrics

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Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?



He went out hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?


Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?


The children asked him if to kill was not a sin
"Not when he looked so fierce", his mommy butted in
"If looks could kill, it would have been us instead of him".

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?





Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Send "The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill" Ringtone to Cell

Comment by Richard Roman on July 10, 2012 at 8:05

Ok-here is an art that is dying out -the leisured gentleman. Amateur sportsman, big game hunter, port and wine after dinner and slightly dim.
Weekends chasing grouse and billious noses.
Engaged but never married - a man's man
Snooker after dinner and kippers for breakfast

When will we see their like again?

Comment by Richard Roman on July 9, 2012 at 20:43

Reading real books for example!

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