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Fringe Cycling from The Guardian
Nude cycling?
Bike Jousting?
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Frnges
I ddn't have any when I did the Naked Bike Ride in Brighton.....
For Americans...
Fringes in Britain are what we here call 'bangs'. :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
I like the guy who painted himself blue
Why don't we do it in the woad? No one will be watching us, why don't we do it in the woad? :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Woad to chase the blues away.
In my childhood there was I recall a song, sung to the tune of 'Men of Harlech' which went, as far as I remember, something like this -
"Woad's the stuff to wear men,
Woad to scare your foemen
Ancient Britons never hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
hands and knees and where you sit on.
Better far is woad."
They don't write them like that any more.
Hugs,
Fleurie
I've heard that one
At SCA tournaments and filking groups. Then someone sang "Why don't we do it in the woad" on an ox-driven guitar. :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
ox-driven
What an inage that conjures up. No, I should warn people: when riding naked on a Brooks saddle, make sure your soft parts are coated with vaseline. Otherwise, they stick to the saddle.....
Before electricity
Imagine what they used as a wah-wah pedal. Not those, an ox doesn't have 'em. :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Does wearing skin shorts count?
I have a very, very narrow Brooks saddle on my turbo trainer - it encourages me to keep the pressure on the pedals rather than the saddle :) I think I'll keep the skin shorts in preference to just skin. Are you allowed shoes because my pedals would be very sharp on my tender tootsies?
Some aspects of so-called Fringe cycling not mentioned in the main article - tandems and trikes of which we own two off of each. Don't understand the odd obsession with single fixed either. They're just what a lot of us used to ride in the Winter so that our expensive gears didn't get clagged up. I ended up on 63" because it was the smallest I could twiddle down our local hills.
Robi
Woad used to be…
…one of the songs in the Glasgow University Union Song Book; I have a copy somewhere (God knows where!) I do remember some bits of it, however:
That's all my ancient and meagre brain can conjure up at the moment; the elipses (…) indicate where my memory has—sadly—failed me. Now, if I can just lay hands on that book——
Gabi.
Gabi.
Tune
Playing along...a nice easy one that is basically just the scale.
Lyrics
Oddly, this filk has a known author:
Lyrics and Author.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
I used to sing it ...
... at scout camps in the early 1950s along with 'Ging gang gully gully gully ... etc' (or however it's spelt) round the campfire where me made our dampers and twists. It was probably still the latest thing then LOL. Just a few years later I was singing drunken rugby songs in the 'Prospect of Whitby', which I managed without having to go to the trouble of actually playing the bloody game, which was a bonus.
Did it ever actually happen?
Robi
Recently...
The original song, Men of Harlech, was sung by a man named Rick Rescorla, born in Cornwall. He was heard singing this song as he ran back into the South Tower of the World Trade Center for the last time, dying as he tried to rescue as many people as possible during the attacks of 9/11. Mr Rescorla was credited with saving many hundreds of the people trapped in the burning building before he himself was killed as the building collapsed.
Rick Rescorla Memorial
Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
And of course
There is always the inspiring scene in "Zulu" where it is sung back to the Africans' war song. I'm a soppy old muso.