A Philosophical Fable for Today

I read about that. She was bestowed the honorary title of "Queen Bee". And for your exhaustive contributions to the welfare of the forumites and all who may wonder here to read it, I'm happy to second your motion to consider this the “Most Gratuitously Pointless Post of The Month”.  

As Slim Harpo sang:

@perrone1 Thank you,sir. Given the fierceness of the competition that is a most gratifying endorsement.

Graeme;

We The Committee will not be seen to be part of the acceptance of any inducements; although we do appreciate how the very rare Trabant SS 1-horse Landaulet might drive the integrity of the strongest willed and most moral individual to a very dark place.  Fortunately this does not apply in your particular case Graeme so please rest easy.  I will add however that We The Committee do have an in-house account set aside called called Trabant Love Fund which does accommodate donations from around the world from individuals of taste and refinement committed to the resurrection of this once stunning automotive wonder.  For convenience and ease of process we promise not to involve tax receipts.  Such donations ensure that the Landaulet will become prize worthy in the shortest time possible and that restoration will be to the blue ribbon standard that is the hallmark of Pondside Automotive Services.

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I read about that. She was bestowed the honorary title of "Queen Bee". And for your exhaustive contributions to the welfare of the forumites and all who may wonder here to read it, I'm happy to second your motion to consider this the “Most Gratuitously Pointless Post of The Month”.  

Tony;  I daresay that the Ogg submission is definitely a front runner in the "most gratuitous" category......IMHO it is "the bee's knees".

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Tony;  I daresay that the Ogg submission is definitely a front runner in the "most gratuitous" category......IMHO it is "the bee's knees".

LOL! In the immortal words of Austin Powers, "Oh Bee-Hive Baby."

Thank you for the response, gentlemen. I'm not sure if two votes will be enough to get me over the finishing line, but it was worth a try. It may have been a mistake to use the word "philosophical" in the title, causing a number of no-nonsense sons of the soil to steer well clear, fearful of some kind of tree-hugging, save the whales metaphysical musings. I would just like to say in my own defence that there was no actual philosophical intent, it was just a shaggy dog story - which led me, rather belatedly, to come up with a suitable illustration for the introduction. (A sting in the tail, so to speak).

@graeme-ogg Just for clarification Graeme, Tony and I are not in fact affiliated with Sons Of The Soiled and have no medical history of incontinence.  Also, neither of us take issue with your....umm...submission; mainly because your inclusion of five syllable words (i.e. metaphysical, philosophical) effectively reduces your point of view to confusing ramblings apparently relating to bee vomit. Even despite our considerable educational backgrounds, we lose your point.  On a positive and separate note however I did enjoy seeing your illustration as I had wondered what had become of the hound Alfred after his retirement from the TV show Heartbeat and the passing of his master Claude Greengrass.

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Posted by: @jack-dodds

 

Tony;  I daresay that the Ogg submission is definitely a front runner in the "most gratuitous" category......IMHO it is "the bee's knees".

LOL! In the immortal words of Austin Powers, "Oh Bee-Hive Baby."

 

LOL....that phrase was the buzz for a while as I recall.  Yeah baby....yeah!

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@graeme-ogg Just for clarification Graeme, Tony and I are not in fact affiliated with Sons Of The Soiled and have no medical history of incontinence.  Also, neither of us take issue with your....umm...submission; mainly because your inclusion of five syllable words (i.e. metaphysical, philosophical) effectively reduces your point of view to confusing ramblings apparently relating to bee vomit. Even despite our considerable educational backgrounds, we lose your point.  On a positive and separate note however I did enjoy seeing your illustration as I had wondered what had become of the hound Alfred after his retirement from the TV show Heartbeat and the passing of his master Claude Greengrass.

"Sons of the Soiled"  Speak for yourself Jack.  After reading this thread and laughing far too hard for a man of my advanced years, I'm afraid I may have soiled me britches, as they say here, in the South. I'll go check in a............Woo EEE; better go now!     

@jack-dodds

"Also, neither of us take issue with your....umm...submission; mainly because your inclusion of five syllable words (i.e. metaphysical, philosophical) effectively reduces your point of view to confusing ramblings apparently relating to bee vomit. Even despite our considerable educational backgrounds, we lose your point."

Naturally I am always happy to receive comment and constructive criticism, but could not fail to note that you are still plagued by an underlying polysyllabic anxiety syndrome, which quite clearly must impact negatively on your general reading pleasure.

I have done a little research and found a number of publications which would provide you with a relaxed and stress-free bedtime reading experience while offering a gentle but progressive boost to your literary comprehension and confidence (although you may find the subject matter a little challenging in places.).

They are quite old so may be a little hard to find on the general book market. The Sesquipedalian Society still has limited stocks available to members but if I understand correctly your membership has lapsed. Good luck anyway.

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Posted by: @jack-dodds

@graeme-ogg Just for clarification Graeme, Tony and I are not in fact affiliated with Sons Of The Soiled and have no medical history of incontinence.  Also, neither of us take issue with your....umm...submission; mainly because your inclusion of five syllable words (i.e. metaphysical, philosophical) effectively reduces your point of view to confusing ramblings apparently relating to bee vomit. Even despite our considerable educational backgrounds, we lose your point.  On a positive and separate note however I did enjoy seeing your illustration as I had wondered what had become of the hound Alfred after his retirement from the TV show Heartbeat and the passing of his master Claude Greengrass.

"Sons of the Soiled"  Speak for yourself Jack.  After reading this thread and laughing far too hard for a man of my advanced years, I'm afraid I may have soiled me britches, as they say here, in the South. I'll go check in a............Woo EEE; better go now!     

Holy crap Tony........that's apparently a pretty full brief you've provided.  Communication is good, but this may border on just a tad too much information.

@graeme-ogg I appreciate your concern for my language development but I do tend to avoid any reading material or other objects made from plastic, which of course includes polysyllabics......other than my mattress cover of course.  I am interested in the language readers from the last century that you mention however; not for myself as I am well past that level and presently into reviewing my complete collections of MAD and CRACKED Magazine.   I'm quite sure that my dog Otis would love to have the old books you recommend read to him at bedtime....plus he can gnaw on the musty covers at will.  I shall make enquiries at the Sesquipedalian Society as you recommend but for the life of me I see no reason for the jumping horse fraternity to be connected to such books.

They believe they have a duty of care to our Differently Intellectual Members (DIMs) who may be saddled with, shall we say, a degree of ambivalent academic prowess and are therefore encountering hurdles and finding it difficult to stay the course, literary-wise. So the Society wants to be seen to be doing something to help. Just covering their asses, really. But you may find them really helpful, provided you can ignore their somewhat condescending manner, which can border on the downright contemptuous (especially if your initial approach is somewhat hesitant and .. um .. monosyllabic.)