The Pass Pub: The High-End Off Topic Thread

No, I had a choice, the outcome of which was clear.
And I will never regret it.
When my girlfriend (still my wife) told me, we will have our child,
it never occurred to me any other option than to take him to be retained.
He was my son.
So I think here there was no option to choose.
Perhaps earlier, when I was in my son's place, I should have to choose the right train for me.
 
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I'm going to see my Yoda , on Friday

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Jethro Tull - Inside

All the places I've been make it hard to begin
to enjoy life again on the inside,
but I mean to.
Take a walk around the block
and be glad that I've got me some time
to be in from the outside,
and inside with you.

I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad.
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad.
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had.
And I won't worry about a thing
because we've got it made,
here on the inside, outside so far away.

And we'll laugh and we'll sing
get someone to bring our friends here
for tea in the evening --
Old Jeffrey makes three.
Take a walk in the park,
does the wind in the dark
sound like music to you?
Well I'm thinking it does to me.

Can you cook, can you sew --
well, I don't want to know.
That is not what you need on the inside,
to make the time go.

Counting lambs, counting sheep
we will fall into sleep
and we awake to a new day of living
and loving you so.
 
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The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely
regarded as a bad move.
Many races believe that it was created by some sort of
God, though the Jatravartid people of Viltvodle VI believe
that the entire Universe was in fact sneezed out of the nose of
a being called the Great Green Arkleseizure.
The Jatravartids, who live in perpetual fear of the time they
call The Coming of The Great White Handkerchief, are small
blue creatures with more than fifty arms each, who are
therefore unique in being the only race in history to have
invented the aerosol deodorant before the wheel.
However, the Great Green Arkleseizure Theory is not
widely accepted outside Viltvodle VI and so, the Universe
being the puzzling place it is, other explanations are
constantly being sought.
For instance, a race of hyperintelligent pan-dimensional
beings once built themselves a gigantic supercomputer
called Deep Thought to calculate once and for all the Answer
to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
For seven and a half million years, Deep Thought computed
and calculated, and in the end announced that the answer
was in fact Forty-two - and so another, even bigger, computer
had to be built to find out what the actual question was.
And this computer, which was called the Earth, was so large
that it was frequently mistaken for a planet - especially by
the strange ape-like beings who roamed its surface, totally
unaware that they were simply part of a gigantic computer
program.
And this is very odd, because without that fairly simple and
obvious piece of knowledge, nothing that ever happened on
the Earth could possibly make the slightest bit of sense.
Sadly however, just before the critical moment of readout,
the Earth was unexpectedly demolished by the Vogons to
make way - so they claimed - for a new hyperspace bypass,
and so all hope of discovering a meaning for life was lost for
ever.
Or so it would seem.
 

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nice one for good night and good day -

ROVERANDOM
J. R. R. Tolkien

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a little dog, and his name was Rover. He was very small, and very young, or he would have known better; and he was very happy playing in the garden in the sunshine with a yellow ball, or he would never have done what he did.
Not every old man with ragged trousers is a bad old man: some are bone-and-bottle men, and have little dogs of their own; and some are gardeners; and a few, a very few, are wizards prowling round on a holiday looking for something to do. This one was a wizard, the one that now walked into the story. He came wandering up the garden-path in a ragged old coat, with an old pipe in his mouth, and an old green hat on his head. If Rover had not been so busy barking at the ball, he might have noticed the blue feather stuck in the back of the green hat, and then he would have suspected that the man was a wizard, as any other sensible little dog would; but he never saw the feather at all.
When the old man stooped down and picked up the ball — he was thinking of turning it into an orange, or even a bone or a piece of meat for Rover — Rover growled, and said:
'Put it down! ' Without ever a 'please'.
Of course the wizard, being a wizard, understood perfectly, and he answered back again:
'Be quiet, silly!' Without ever a 'please'.
Then he put the ball in his pocket, just to tease the dog, and turned away. I am sorry to say that Rover immediately bit his trousers, and tore out quite a piece. Perhaps he also tore out a piece of the wizard. Anyway the old man suddenly turned round very angry and shouted:
'Idiot! Go and be a toy!'
After that the most peculiar things began to happen. Rover was only a little dog to begin with, but he suddenly felt very much smaller. The grass seemed to grow monstrously tall and wave far above his head; and a long way away through the grass, like the sun rising through the trees of a forest, he could see the huge yellow ball, where the wizard had thrown it down again. He heard the gate click as the old man went out, but he could not see him. He tried to bark, but only a little tiny noise came out, too small for ordinary people to hear; and I don't suppose even a dog would have noticed it.

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