Yes it would be something like "Layvie Strous" with the "ay" short and the "s" sharp as a knife.
A few years (and a few Kilogrammes) ago, I went mountain biking with some other 'oldies'. It had been raining, so was a little slippery, and in places the mud was up to six inches deep. it was a real slog up to the top of a small hill, but oh thank goodness for the coasting down. Or so I thought... As we five careered (there is just no other word for it) down the hill, going ever faster, people would at different times 'slide' off of the path, ending up as rag dolls on the ground beside. We would judder to a halt, help the rider back on, and off we would go again, getting more ashen all the time as the holes in the track became more difficult to avoid and the bends more hair raising (other older cyclists please take note). The stones (rocks to you Americans) on the path made the decent a bit like standing atop a pogo stick when vibrating at 100HZ, eyes blurry and knuckles white. Our leader Eddie, found a puddle which was in fact a 10" deep hole, it gripped his front wheel better than any vice, over the handlebars he flew reaching quite an admired height, the rest of us by now had stopped and as all would attest sympathetically wept laughing, After taking a few minutes to compose ourselves, off we went again, I was not happy by this time, thinking that even though I was the most careful (slowest) it must be my turn soon. I was not wrong, the path took a 'tightish' turn to the right, the bike did too, alas I did not, flying up into the air in a way I'd never considered possible without a ramp I (much too quickly) headed as if a rocket face first toward a very thick and prickly blackthorn hedge. Unknown at any time in my past I became an accomplished aerial acrobatics expert, somehow turning 180 degrees, such that I was now hunched up, my back facing forward and in a split second crashing through the hedge without any harm whatsoever (bruised pride excepted). In fact on seeing my co-riders laughing so hard I felt quite proud. Thankfully nothing was broken for any of us, and half an hour later, in a local pub the events of that morning became valued memories, (aches and all).
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My son has been eating power cords; but I've found a solution.
I've grounded him until he conducts himself properly.
I've grounded him until he conducts himself properly.
Don't you have an English version ?
I see it has been colorized.
I thought there was the black and white original, only.
My sons and I, are happier with RG originals.
Especially Tintin au Congo, at a time when woke was not an obsession.
Snowy's French name is: Milou. The most famous Fox-Terrier.
Somebody broke into my place over the weekend and stole my antidepressants.
I hope they're happy.
I hope they're happy.