Tell Us Something Really Trivial About Your Life (Vol 31)
Discussion
Oh, gawd, what have I clicked on now?
A few minutes ago a notice slid up from the bottom of my screen inviting me to become an Avon representative.
Bing-bong! Avon calling!
No? Before your time?
Okay.
And now this has just appeared:
Getting Started with Latin: Beginning Latin for Homeschoolers and Self-Taught Students of Any Age
by William E. Linney
What's preventing you from teaching Latin in your homeschool or learning it on your own?
Complete and utter disinterest, that's what, William.
I hated Latin at school. My first three years at secondary school were blighted by having to attend Latin classes. It was taught by the Deputy Headmaster who was passionate about his subject but quite unable to inspire passion in anyone about anything and openly dismayed at our indifference. His administrative duties took away from the classroom often. When he went he would leave a Heath Robinson contraption of his own devising that permitted different lengths loops of tape to run through an antiquated open reel audio tape player. He would set up a loop of him conjugating a verb in his dreary voice for however long he was away; sometimes the whole lesson. Amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant. F
k off idiot.
Three years, nine end of term exams and I peaked at 7%. Just now I had to look up amo, amas, amat. I could only remember the first three.
A few minutes ago a notice slid up from the bottom of my screen inviting me to become an Avon representative.
Bing-bong! Avon calling!
No? Before your time?
Okay.
And now this has just appeared:
Getting Started with Latin: Beginning Latin for Homeschoolers and Self-Taught Students of Any Age
by William E. Linney
What's preventing you from teaching Latin in your homeschool or learning it on your own?
Complete and utter disinterest, that's what, William.
I hated Latin at school. My first three years at secondary school were blighted by having to attend Latin classes. It was taught by the Deputy Headmaster who was passionate about his subject but quite unable to inspire passion in anyone about anything and openly dismayed at our indifference. His administrative duties took away from the classroom often. When he went he would leave a Heath Robinson contraption of his own devising that permitted different lengths loops of tape to run through an antiquated open reel audio tape player. He would set up a loop of him conjugating a verb in his dreary voice for however long he was away; sometimes the whole lesson. Amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant. F
k off idiot. Three years, nine end of term exams and I peaked at 7%. Just now I had to look up amo, amas, amat. I could only remember the first three.
I didn't study Latin at school, I chose a modern language instead.
Just think, if I had, I could have been a naturist like that big fellow with a beard that Lenny Henry used to impersonate. Or a doctor of something or the other.
But I can feel Dicky's love of it percolating through his prose.
Good Lord, is that the time?
It's a demi-hour past III o'clock.
I have to be at my daughter's by IV.
I must fly! Farewell brothers!
Just think, if I had, I could have been a naturist like that big fellow with a beard that Lenny Henry used to impersonate. Or a doctor of something or the other.
But I can feel Dicky's love of it percolating through his prose.
Good Lord, is that the time?
It's a demi-hour past III o'clock. I have to be at my daughter's by IV.
I must fly! Farewell brothers!
DickyC said:
nonsequitur said:
Pericoloso said:
I haven't had much to say this week .
So I'll just post a pic.
Dammit.
A dam .
AneveSo I'll just post a pic.
Dammit.
A dam .
A dam.
22.00hrs 'on call' tonight, if the balloon goes up I may find myself on a low level recce job over Neasden Junction or Cricklewood Carriage Sidings. Wish me luck, bravehearts.
glenrobbo said:
I didn't study Latin at school, I chose a modern language instead.
Just think, if I had, I could have been a naturist like that big fellow with a beard that Lenny Henry used to impersonate. Or a doctor of something or the other.
But I can feel Dicky's love of it percolating through his prose.
Good Lord, is that the time? It's a demi-hour past III o'clock.
I have to be at my daughter's by IV.
I must fly! Farewell brothers!
Mustn't say anything about Medieval English.Just think, if I had, I could have been a naturist like that big fellow with a beard that Lenny Henry used to impersonate. Or a doctor of something or the other.
But I can feel Dicky's love of it percolating through his prose.
Good Lord, is that the time?
It's a demi-hour past III o'clock. I have to be at my daughter's by IV.
I must fly! Farewell brothers!
Mustn't say anything about Medieval English.
Mustn't say anything about Medieval English........
P5BNij said:
DickyC said:
nonsequitur said:
Pericoloso said:
I haven't had much to say this week .
So I'll just post a pic.
Dammit.
A dam .
AneveSo I'll just post a pic.
Dammit.
A dam .
A dam.
22.00hrs 'on call' tonight, if the balloon goes up I may find myself on a low level recce job over Neasden Junction or Cricklewood Carriage Sidings. Wish me luck, bravehearts.
P5BNij said:
Are you adamant that it's a damnably fine looking dam Dicky, or are you just Adam Adamant...?
His companion rode a scooter, if you recall. A short scene that impressed me was her stopping and turning the handle bars to enable us, the viewers, to see her pursuers' car in her mirror. I can remember being intrigued by the care taken to set up the shot and the unlikelihood of her being able to see the reflection at the same time as us. I was an odd child.Did I say I worked in Wembley for a long time? As an adult, not child labour. You were there the other evening I believe you said.
toasty said:
glenrobbo said:
Something something something Pawnee Arapaho Iroquois Blackfoot.
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