tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post6398984977980525108..comments2023-11-02T10:37:06.868+02:00Comments on Taiga the Fox: The Kuril-Kamchatka Trench in the Internet, where I wasTaiga the Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00326784992553759627noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-33394310061689869242007-04-24T12:44:00.000+03:002007-04-24T12:44:00.000+03:00Ooh, you read the whole article. I didn't mention...Ooh, you read the whole article. I didn't mention that bit for some reason.<BR/><BR/>Am now toying with taking a holiday in Finland to see if he's right.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403853324345062446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-76699520319335410472007-04-24T00:22:00.000+03:002007-04-24T00:22:00.000+03:00OPC, ei kestä :)Dave, that was a rather surprising...OPC, ei kestä :)<BR/><BR/>Dave, that was a rather surprising result. But well, hmm, we can't just stop being beautiful, can we? At least all our men are dazzled by it, an apparently all the women too, if Jeremy's right :)Taiga the Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00326784992553759627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-44055370550496471932007-04-23T10:46:00.000+03:002007-04-23T10:46:00.000+03:00In yesterday’s Sunday Times, Jeremy Clarkson wrote...In yesterday’s Sunday Times, Jeremy Clarkson wrote about a Cambridge University study, into which countries in Europe have populations who are most happy and contented.<BR/><BR/>Finland came second. <BR/><BR/>Jeremy was not surprised, for, he said, ‘There are many beautiful women up there’.<BR/><BR/>Thought you might like to know.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403853324345062446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-176405645531485702007-04-23T05:46:00.000+03:002007-04-23T05:46:00.000+03:00Hmm, Riverdance...Thanks, I think :)Actually, that...Hmm, Riverdance...<BR/><BR/>Thanks, I think :)<BR/><BR/>Actually, that's quite good - the manic-legged fiddling often really <I>is</I> in time with the Polkka thingy.Occasional Poster of Commentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07780858079455768452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-33488250043807169592007-04-20T17:46:00.000+03:002007-04-20T17:46:00.000+03:00Dave, you probably shouldn't. It makes you just to...Dave, you probably shouldn't. It makes you just to seek the big red button. Nothing else.<BR/><BR/>S-C, kind of, except this is originally a traditional song from the 30s. And knocked this mother out.<BR/><BR/>Jane p, nice to see you you back, I will read your not-at-all pathetic writing soon again...Taiga the Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00326784992553759627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-33747561996550734922007-04-20T11:19:00.000+03:002007-04-20T11:19:00.000+03:00Thank you for visiting me. It feels nice to know ...Thank you for visiting me. It feels nice to know someone reads my pathetic writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-68444843167946998332007-04-20T10:26:00.000+03:002007-04-20T10:26:00.000+03:00That song sort of leads into 'Tie your Mother down...That song sort of leads into 'Tie your Mother down', innit?Sopwith-Camelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01279739015827329318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-38425116057632781782007-04-20T09:41:00.000+03:002007-04-20T09:41:00.000+03:00I shall come back, when I have an hour to spare, a...I shall come back, when I have an hour to spare, and follow all those links.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403853324345062446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20564770.post-9288553271993631062007-04-19T20:15:00.000+03:002007-04-19T20:15:00.000+03:00It's not all gibberish:The sound of a polka drifte...It's not all gibberish:<BR/><BR/>The sound of a polka drifted from my neighbour's<BR/>and set my feet a-tapping oh!<BR/>Ieva's mother had her eye on her daughter but<BR/>Ieva she managed to fool her, you know.<BR/>'Cause who's going to listen to mother saying no<BR/>when we're all busy dancing to and fro!<BR/> <BR/>Ieva was smiling, the fiddle it was wailing<BR/>as people crowded round to wish her luck.<BR/>Everyone was hot but it didn't seem to bother<BR/>the handsome young man, the dashing buck.<BR/>'Cause who's going to mind a drop of sweat<BR/>when he's all busy dancing to and fro!<BR/> <BR/>Ieva's mother she shut herself away<BR/>in her own quiet room to hum a hymn.<BR/>Leaving our hero to have a spot of fun<BR/>in a neighbor's house when the lights are dim.<BR/>'Cause what does it matter what the old folks say<BR/>when you're all busy dancing to and fro!<BR/> <BR/>When the music stopped then the real fun began<BR/>and that's when the laddie fooled around.<BR/>When he took her home, when the dancing was over<BR/>her mother angrily waiting they found.<BR/>But I said to her, Ieva, now don't you weep<BR/>and we'll soon be dancing to and fro!<BR/> <BR/>I said to her mother now stop that noise<BR/>or I won't be responsible for what I do.<BR/>If you go quietly and stay in your room<BR/>you won't get hurt while your daughter I woo.<BR/>'Cause this fine laddie is a wild sort of guy<BR/>when he's all busy dancing to and fro!<BR/> <BR/>One thing I tell you is you won't trap me,<BR/>no, you won't find me an easy catch.<BR/>Travel to the east and travel to the west but<BR/>Ieva and I are going to make a match.<BR/>'Cause this fine laddie ain't the bashful sort<BR/>when he's all busy dancing to and fro.Taiga the Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00326784992553759627noreply@blogger.com