Well, being nudists for more than 50 years now, the wife and I are just wondering what all that fuss is about. Most of the sporting I did (swimming, volleyball) was in holidays, and “in uniform”. I still DO have a swimming trunk, but it is Model 1968 and not just worn down.
Addendum: the wife does does swimming condition training in a pool that regrettably DOES require a bathing suit. If it gets worn, she looks for the cheapest comfortable replacement.
Mo agrees with the International Olympic Committee, that obscenely profitable mafia-like cadre. Damned female amateur athletes should just compliantly flash their asses for sales purposes and shut up and realize that they are just the act and not the owners. Like Christ with his G-string and six-pack abs hanging on the cross display prop. Me too indeed!!!
Guinness? Black tin…could easily be “We are ghosts on the moon” imperial stout with honeycomb, maple and pecan. By the “left handed giant” brewery company, bristol…
Ophelia Benson: Fine point of alcohology: it’s a can of Guinness, not a glass. M always drinks Guinness, like J, even although it is haram – glasses in the old Cock & Bull pub, cans at home. Personally, I think Guinness is haramless in modest quantities altough I don’t much like it myself.
M27Holts: There’s enough lettering on the can in panel 1 to show that it’s Guinness! Our esteemed Author goes to all the trouble of inserting little details like that and you don’t even notice them!
All alcohol is haram. And the guinness is only worth drinking if the pub is on the atlantic coast of the emerald isle the tinned stuff pales into comparrison….
The west coast of Southern Ireland. I had a magic walk along the coast rd. About a mile or so in pitch black, just the sound of the wind and the sea roaring. The pubs lights a beacon in the distance…when you open the door a roaring fire and the landlord is already getting you a pint going…no better atmospheric pubs anywhere in europe…and the guinness was nectar….
Well. Like I said, i probably passed by the skin of my teeth…My last exam in early june 1981 was mathematics which was a breeze compared to the english paper about 2 days earlier. I then ran home and binned my school uniform, freedom till sept 6th, three months holiday, longest I can remember having….
Hmmm The wicket isn’t that high. I got hit in the box area several times by fast bowlers and it wasn’t pleasant in each and every occaision. But really, anybody daft enough to open their body up against a fast bowler and get the ball square on the pubic bone, crushing the genatalia under the box deserves the severe pain that will ensue. I got my nose broken twice by the ball as it deflected off the shoulder of the bat. But I was tail end charlie, no 11 and I preffered using my 194cm height and fast run up to bowl right arm fast myself, in the days before helmets and pads othef than gloves, legs and box I managed to hospitalise many a shit batsman when I played at minor club level between the ages of 17 and 21…then I found ladies…
Almost everyone dislikes one school subject or another. I liked and did very well in English and math, but disliked chemistry. I could memorize enough for a B but hated every second of it. History was even worse, deadly dull. But as I grew up I started to like the kind of history that describes culture and how people lived, rather than the wars and the political manipulations of inbred royalty.
The one saving grace was that I had two very nice teachers with opposite and often stated views. One was a socialist, a woman born in Canada. The other was extremely anti-left, because he had spent time in a prison in Yugoslavia under Tito.
He had a charming Slavic accent. When discussing the conditions of life under various monarchies he would say “De peasants were oppressed, suppressed, depressed and all dese tra-la-las” – while rolling his eyes.
She taught us this, about resistance to socialism:
Please don’t believe the use of force
Is how we change the social course.
The use of force, you surely know,
Is how we keep the status quo.
Fifty years on, I still remember the sweetness of good teachers.
Chemistry was more interesting in a practical sense, we spent most of our childhood making explosives to out do the boring legal fireworks you could buy. How times have changed, weed killer bombs would get you in serious trouble now….our chemistry teachers told us how to build them..its a different world now…
Laripu: Whether one likes or dislikes a school subject depends on the teacher of that subject. When I was a teacher, many many years ago, my pupils must have thoroughly detested my subject!
Woodwork then? Our woodwork teachers were both scottish. And the psycho geography teacher we called madman mcduff because he pinned one of the empty heads in the remedial class to the wall with one hand and threatened to gouge his eyes out…can’t imagine a teacher being as incendary now…haha
The RE teacher was a right nutjob as well…went into how sex outside marriage was the work of satan and other baptist shite. He was called Jackson and we all cheered when psycho morris had enough and landed a peach of a headbutt when he was getting the hairdryer treatment from jehova jackson as we named him…he got expelled and joined the army…morris that is…
The naked cricket reminds me of a televised match some time ago when a batsman was hit in the box by a ninety mile an hour delivery.
He crumpled to the ground and was incapacitated for some time, being ministered to by paramedics.
As he returned to the crease the commentator informed us,
“One ball left”
A naked summer Olympics could be fun but nothing compared to an unclothed Winter Olympics!
The ski jumping alone could qualify as the greatest spectacle in history. Let’s get it done before global warming cancels it forever.
Cricket was the most conservative of sports, along wirh Golf , Horse racing and polo oh, and croquet…who knows anybody who has a croquet lawn? Thought not… and Naked Croquet…bet that has been played in the swinging echelons of debauchery…
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Aye. Leave it up to the player to choose. I can see how Mo would be historically fixated by “Camel-toe”…
Well, being nudists for more than 50 years now, the wife and I are just wondering what all that fuss is about. Most of the sporting I did (swimming, volleyball) was in holidays, and “in uniform”. I still DO have a swimming trunk, but it is Model 1968 and not just worn down.
Addendum: the wife does does swimming condition training in a pool that regrettably DOES require a bathing suit. If it gets worn, she looks for the cheapest comfortable replacement.
Ah, so john the wipper is a boastful nickname then…haha
Mo agrees with the International Olympic Committee, that obscenely profitable mafia-like cadre. Damned female amateur athletes should just compliantly flash their asses for sales purposes and shut up and realize that they are just the act and not the owners. Like Christ with his G-string and six-pack abs hanging on the cross display prop. Me too indeed!!!
Love M27Holtz observation: “Mo would be historically fixated by “Camel-toe”…”
In the original Olympic games the competitors were nude, I believe.
Robert,
Yes, but only male contenders and spectators.
Strictly forbidden for females!
It would be REALLY hard, and un-wished-for, to implement today.
Naked cricket would be particularly dangerous. And would give the fast bowler an overwhelming advantage…
M27:
I just KNEW there was a reason that cricket was no Olympic sport is those days!
Mo’s disobedient glass of Guiness is a nice touch.
Fine point of theology: is it disobedience when Mo disobeys himself?
Guinness? Black tin…could easily be “We are ghosts on the moon” imperial stout with honeycomb, maple and pecan. By the “left handed giant” brewery company, bristol…
Ophelia Benson: Fine point of alcohology: it’s a can of Guinness, not a glass. M always drinks Guinness, like J, even although it is haram – glasses in the old Cock & Bull pub, cans at home. Personally, I think Guinness is haramless in modest quantities altough I don’t much like it myself.
When in the nuclear…he is drinking a glass of dark dense liquid. It could be any stout? Why do we assume Guinness?
It’s Guinness.
M27Holts: There’s enough lettering on the can in panel 1 to show that it’s Guinness! Our esteemed Author goes to all the trouble of inserting little details like that and you don’t even notice them!
As to why it is haram, please see the Koran.
All alcohol is haram. And the guinness is only worth drinking if the pub is on the atlantic coast of the emerald isle the tinned stuff pales into comparrison….
M27, which is the Atlantic coast then, of that isle?
Or is that the same riddle as in Storm P’s ads for Tuborg? (‘Hvergang!’)
The west coast of Southern Ireland. I had a magic walk along the coast rd. About a mile or so in pitch black, just the sound of the wind and the sea roaring. The pubs lights a beacon in the distance…when you open the door a roaring fire and the landlord is already getting you a pint going…no better atmospheric pubs anywhere in europe…and the guinness was nectar….
M27Holts: A nice near-poetic piece of writing from someone who says he only got a “C” in O-Grade English!
I am for free choice in clothing, including and especially burkha, in sports.
Well. Like I said, i probably passed by the skin of my teeth…My last exam in early june 1981 was mathematics which was a breeze compared to the english paper about 2 days earlier. I then ran home and binned my school uniform, freedom till sept 6th, three months holiday, longest I can remember having….
M27Holts: in naked cricket, could you be out CBW?
Hmmm The wicket isn’t that high. I got hit in the box area several times by fast bowlers and it wasn’t pleasant in each and every occaision. But really, anybody daft enough to open their body up against a fast bowler and get the ball square on the pubic bone, crushing the genatalia under the box deserves the severe pain that will ensue. I got my nose broken twice by the ball as it deflected off the shoulder of the bat. But I was tail end charlie, no 11 and I preffered using my 194cm height and fast run up to bowl right arm fast myself, in the days before helmets and pads othef than gloves, legs and box I managed to hospitalise many a shit batsman when I played at minor club level between the ages of 17 and 21…then I found ladies…
Almost everyone dislikes one school subject or another. I liked and did very well in English and math, but disliked chemistry. I could memorize enough for a B but hated every second of it. History was even worse, deadly dull. But as I grew up I started to like the kind of history that describes culture and how people lived, rather than the wars and the political manipulations of inbred royalty.
The one saving grace was that I had two very nice teachers with opposite and often stated views. One was a socialist, a woman born in Canada. The other was extremely anti-left, because he had spent time in a prison in Yugoslavia under Tito.
He had a charming Slavic accent. When discussing the conditions of life under various monarchies he would say “De peasants were oppressed, suppressed, depressed and all dese tra-la-las” – while rolling his eyes.
She taught us this, about resistance to socialism:
Please don’t believe the use of force
Is how we change the social course.
The use of force, you surely know,
Is how we keep the status quo.
Fifty years on, I still remember the sweetness of good teachers.
Chemistry was more interesting in a practical sense, we spent most of our childhood making explosives to out do the boring legal fireworks you could buy. How times have changed, weed killer bombs would get you in serious trouble now….our chemistry teachers told us how to build them..its a different world now…
Laripu: Whether one likes or dislikes a school subject depends on the teacher of that subject. When I was a teacher, many many years ago, my pupils must have thoroughly detested my subject!
You didn’t teach RE did you? We had that twice weekly, what a waste of our time better off teaching us plasteting or summat…
M27 Holts: Me? Teach RE?
Heaven forbid!
Woodwork then? Our woodwork teachers were both scottish. And the psycho geography teacher we called madman mcduff because he pinned one of the empty heads in the remedial class to the wall with one hand and threatened to gouge his eyes out…can’t imagine a teacher being as incendary now…haha
The RE teacher was a right nutjob as well…went into how sex outside marriage was the work of satan and other baptist shite. He was called Jackson and we all cheered when psycho morris had enough and landed a peach of a headbutt when he was getting the hairdryer treatment from jehova jackson as we named him…he got expelled and joined the army…morris that is…
The naked cricket reminds me of a televised match some time ago when a batsman was hit in the box by a ninety mile an hour delivery.
He crumpled to the ground and was incapacitated for some time, being ministered to by paramedics.
As he returned to the crease the commentator informed us,
“One ball left”
A naked summer Olympics could be fun but nothing compared to an unclothed Winter Olympics!
The ski jumping alone could qualify as the greatest spectacle in history. Let’s get it done before global warming cancels it forever.
Cricket was the most conservative of sports, along wirh Golf , Horse racing and polo oh, and croquet…who knows anybody who has a croquet lawn? Thought not… and Naked Croquet…bet that has been played in the swinging echelons of debauchery…