On this day 50 yrs ago Tim and Neil Finn tried out for the All Blacks.
On this day 50 yrs ago Tim and Neil Finn tried out for the All Blacks.
Only a Rat can win a Rat Race!
Pity they didn't get in. Would have saved us from that dreary crowded house malarkey
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He's the only one I've got.
That was Split Enz and they were quite good, at least until the end.
Don't you look at my accountant.
He's the only one I've got.
100 years ago today
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In 1854 some english lords thought it might be clever to Charge heavy artillery numbering at least 50 pieces on three sides across a few km off open country with the about 60 horses and men that had neither armour or firearms
In the tradition of the army, those involved with giving the orders were all promoted.
All the needless deaths were glorified by the poet who was later made an english lord as well
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Clowns to the left jokers to the right here i am struck in the middle again
Gerry Rafferty
Kinky is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken
Also - responsible for one of the greatest Iron Maiden songs...
Physics; Thou art a cruel, heartless Bitch-of-a-Mistress
And apparently as a result of miscommunication : "Raglan having sent Nolan to give the order, Nolan, instead of passing on the order verbatim complete as given, passed it on to Lord Lucan orally as "There, my lord, is your enemy! There are your guns!", and added the word "attack", when Raglan had intended merely a show of force."
it's not a bad thing till you throw a KLR into the mix.
those cheap ass bitches can do anything with ductape.
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i can't remember how it worked exactly by two of them were brothers in law and hated each other.
okay
Lord Cardigan, commanding the Light Brigade, hated his brother-in-law Lord Lucan.
For his part, Lucan also hated Cardigan.
Meanwhile, the troops hated both Cardigan and Lucan.
Cardigan had no combat experience, nor did British Commander Lord Raglanhttps://www.forces.net/news/how-non-...eally-unfolded“Vain, and a notorious womaniser with a foul temper, Cardigan once had an officer arrested for drinking porter at a mess dinner, while earlier in the campaign he had made his exhausted men keep moving tents around until he was satisfied that they were arranged in a sufficiently symmetrical manner.”
okay edit aganIn the years that followed, Cardigan, Lucan and Raglan would all blame each other for the disaster, but in the end, as Withington notes, “none of them emerge with much credit from the story.”
from wiki
At the outbreak of the Crimean War, Lord Lucan applied for a post and was made commander of the Cavalry Division. His brother-in-law, the 7th Earl of Cardigan, was one of his subordinates, commanding the Light Brigade – an unfortunate choice as the two men heartily detested each other.
At the Battle of Balaclava Lucan received an order from Raglan and in turn ordered Cardigan to lead the Charge of the Light Brigade, resulting in heavy British casualties without significant gains. As Lucan brought the Heavy Brigade forward in support, he was lightly wounded in the leg. Raglan blamed Lucan for the loss ("You have lost the light brigade"), and censured him in despatches. Although Lucan complained against this censure, as the relationship between the army commander and the cavalry commander had clearly broken down, he was recalled to England, where he returned at the beginning of March 1855.
On his arrival, Lucan's demand for a court-martial was declined and instead he defended himself with a speech to the House of Lords on 19 March 1855, blaming Raglan and his deceased aide-de-camp, Captain Louis Nolan. This tactic appears to have been successful as he was subsequently appointed Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath on 5 July 1855, and Colonel of the 8th Light Dragoons, who had charged with the Light Brigade, on 17 November 1855
Last edited by husaberg; 25th October 2022 at 19:56. Reason: added edit
Kinky is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken
My favourite account of this action is the one from the Flashman series. Flashman, the bully in 'Tom Brown's School Days' is older and is an officer in the army. His horse bolts and, although a devout coward, he accidentally leads the charge for which he is awarded the VC. (IIRC)
There are twelve Flashman novels by George McDonald Fraser. Well worth a look.
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it's not a bad thing till you throw a KLR into the mix.
those cheap ass bitches can do anything with ductape.
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Or The Bible, written in the style of bored monk trying to fill in the gaps but not being able to proof read the other chapters.
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He's the only one I've got.
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