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The earl of Poncey and Lord Castlemouldy would have him thrown in the stocks when he docked in port.
Tried within days and a warrant issued for his sentence of death. For high treason. And mocking from abroad.
I ain't no broad! Just ask any of the men I've dated! 
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Only the Brits? I think they do this in California already. Maybe also in Sweden?
Only in the Daily Mail.
" The real advantage of exercising naked is that you can really see what the instructor is doing in the exercises"
She could've said, 'what the pupil is doing in the exercises'. Read this as, 'I am an exhibitionist'.
"For example if you are doing the plank but wearing baggy exercise clothes, it is hard to tell if you have the correct form or not."
Just picture that for a moment: normally in a plank only four of your members touch the floor ... Don't do it Tallguy.
"It's really good ... especially doing core work, because you are actually able to see your core...".
Er... no, not really: it's your core, you can't see those muscles ....
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The problem with this Dave is that all naturists are 65 and look like they swallowed a sofa. 
Reminds me of the nudist colony in Carry on Camping.
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David, I could be mistaken here, but one suspects this could be more up your alley, metaphorically speaking:
https://www.nkdtraining.co.uk/
There seems to be a lot of it about.
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David, I could be mistaken here, but one suspects this could be more up your alley, metaphorically speaking:
https://www.nkdtraining.co.uk/
There seems to be a lot of it about.
Oh, I have to wonder about a bunch of men getting together and doffing their clothes....
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Ive heard about this exercising like dogs, they run classes in Wolferhampton, Houndsditch and...Barking!
But only for paw people.
I thank you. Im here all week, doors open at 7.
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For St. Patrick's Day:
"Visitors to Ireland should remember that though we are all Irish in the eyes of God, the Almighty designed the Irish nation with a specific purpose in mind, namely as a place for other people to feel romantic about.
The Irish are adept at exploiting this role, thought they do not feel in the least romantic about themselves and would not be caught dead wearing an Aran sweater or drinking Irish coffee..."
from "Across the Pond: An Englishman's View of America" (Terry Eagleton, 2013)
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For St. Patrick's Day:
"The Irish are adept at exploiting this role, thought they do not feel in the least romantic about themselves and would not be caught dead wearing an Aran sweater or drinking Irish coffee..."
from "Across the Pond: An Englishman's View of America" (Terry Eagleton, 2013)
An Englishman speaks on the Irish, for an American audience?
What hope of insight?
The Irish wear Aran sweaters neither less nor more than the Scots, or even the English. I wore one yesterday.
And they DO drink Irish coffee. But Irish coffee was largely invented by the Americans for those old 1930s stringbag transatlantic airline flights, to warm them up after arrival when the first European stopover after New England was Ireland. So what's that to do with anything?!!!
What he's inadequately trying to say is that the Irish don't identify with any of those American clichés about leprechauns, shillelaghs, harps, Enya-New Age music and terrible 19th Century American stage-Irish songs about repatriating Kathleen. The kitsch stuff you find in Irish souvenir shops just never crosses an Irish threshold.
Most English know anyhow that the greatest exponents of ENGLISH literature; Yeats, Wilde, Shaw, Beckett, Joyce, even CS Lewis etc. .... were all Irish.
Clichés are never a great thing.
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On a BBC radio show, Kit Hesketh-Harvey told a story of a friend applying for a job as a sales clerk at the Fortnum & Mason in Picadilly.
The interviewer asked, "Are you by any chance homosexual?"
Reply: "As a matter of fact, no. What's it to you?"
I: "Simply that if you are we'll put you on the ground floor, as our customers prefer it."
Well, Brits, this one left me puzzled.
Here in the land of baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and ignoring the rest of the world, the "ground" floor is the one that customers would enter from the street. So, why it is preferable to see one's gays upon entering a business?
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Have some of you Brit-boys have missed out on a professional opportunity?
At one time in your Sceptered Isle, "certain noblemen and country squires were advertising for Ornamental Hermits. Nothing, it was felt, could give such delight to the eye, as the spectacle of an aged person with a long grey beard, and a goatish rough robe, doddering about amongst the discomforts and pleasures of Nature."
The terms of being the hermit for The Honble. Charles Hamilton were to "'continue in the hermitage seven years, where he [not she?] should be provided with a Bible, optical glasses, a mat for his feet, a hassock for his pillow, an hourglass for his timepiece, water for his beverage, and food from the house. He must wear a camlet robe, and never, under any circumstances, must he cut his hair, beard or nails, stray beyond the limits of Mr. Hamilton's grounds, or exchange one word with the servant.*'
If he remained without breaking one of these conditions, in the grounds of Mr. Hamilton for seven years, he was to receive, as a proof of Mr. Hamilton's admiration and satisfaction, the sum of seven hundred pounds. But if, driven to madness by the intolerable tickling of the beard, or the scratching of the camlet robe, he broke any of the conditions laid down, he was not to receive a penny! It is a melancholy fact that the Ornamental Hermit stayed in he retreat for exactly three weeks!"
Edith Sitwell, English Eccentrics
*Is that Bill Carson's wife rolling her eyes and saying that Bill's ALREADY been doing this for the whole time they've been married?
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This is in a boy's boarding school in England. I think it took place in the 1920's. A man probably in his 50's writes to his mother.
He sat down in his chair and lit his lamp and took out his pen and paper, and began, as he had begun for a great many years: "Dear old lady..."
from Mr. Perrin and Mr. Traill, 1929, by Hugh Walpole.
"Old lady"???? He addresses her as "old lady"? This would be an insult in America, I think, and maybe even back in the 20's, too.
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Cockernee men refer to the wife indoors as "my old lady"
And cockernee women refer to husbands as "my old man"
it can also be used for mums and dads.
Didnt see the previous black text before - never make your readers have to work dave!!
Yes i spent my four years of marriage as an ornamental Helmit! (sic)!
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Cockernee men refer to the wife indoors as "my old lady"
And cockernee women refer to husbands as "my old man"
it can also be used for mums and dads.
But back in 1929?
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