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Re: Mercedes engibes
Posted: 01 Aug 2012, 12:55
by Kiril Varbanov
richard_leeds wrote:
FYI "Closing time" is a quaint English & Welsh tradition whereby all the pubs close at the exactly the same time to ensure crowds of drunken people simultaneously surge onto the streets in search of a kebab and a taxi.
I can't resist, I'm a human being:
Cheers and flashback to my sound engineering days: Tom Novy feat. Lima - "Closing time":
Four o'clock in the morning
it´s dawnin´
And the taxis are waiting
waiting in line
You know that it´s about time
...
When it´s closing time
you hope you're gonna make it.
Re: Mercedes engibes
Posted: 02 Aug 2012, 20:26
by PlatinumZealot
Feeling the vibes of this mercedes engibe!

Re: Mercedes engibes
Posted: 02 Aug 2012, 20:57
by bhall
richard_leeds wrote:Judging by the OP's IP location and the time of the post, I'd say this was a pub conversation. They'd probably been arguing about it for a good hour in the pub, then the OP posted the question when he got home after closing time.
FYI "Closing time" is a quaint English & Welsh tradition whereby all the pubs close at the exactly the same time to ensure crowds of drunken people simultaneously surge onto the streets in search of a kebab and a taxi. This inevitably results in fights. It's actually a secret method for boosting overtime payments for the police and NHS staff, I think Americans call it "socialism".
However socialists think it a deliberate policy by the ruling classes to repress the working classes. Friday nights leave them too hung over (or injured) to start a revolution. They then have to work all week to avoid a scolding from 'er indoors (and to pay for the drink bill).
Meanwhile the Scots don't have a closing time - they drink all day to drown the misery of subservience to the Sassenachs since 1707.
I digress, but hopefully that'll help you understand the Olympics Opening ceremony which was conceived by Danny Boyle while enjoying a fine pair of Bristols in the Dog & Garter in Whitechapel.
That's not socialism; that's
collusion.
The local pub in Waverly, Ohio, a two-light town where I spent a delightful few months in 1999, opened at 7 AM. I thought that strange until I realized it was for the third-shift workers at the local furniture plant. I always tried to blend in with them so that no one would know I had just woken up.