Wednesday, 11 July 2012

I figure ...

... it’s time to put the old charger out to stud, and plant the lance in the mud and see if a tree will grow there so to speak.

Thus farewell, dear readers. I wish you all the best, and trust our paths will cross again.
 
May the spirit of William Thompson, slain 1649, for Englands Freedome, Souldiers Rights, rest easy in his grave. A la proxima ...

20 comments:

  1. I am sorry to read this. You will be missed.

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  2. Damn shame; be free, be well.

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  3. Tarka the Rotter11 July 2012 at 09:35

    No...you can't! My day will not be the same...but if go you must then know that you made a difference...

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  4. cuffleyburgers11 July 2012 at 10:24

    Well I hope you have a damn' good reason for this, I'll miss you.

    All the best, anyway.

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  5. No! Not another blogger off, just when our whisperings are needed to become roars of outrage. I do hope that you will be seen and heard on other like-minded blogs in the future. I wish you well in all that you do.

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  6. Many thanks for all you have given me. all the best.

    Will

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  7. This is a Sad Day. I assume your leaving your blog asleep for the more direct approach of a megaphone on parliment sq?

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  8. Trooper Thompson12 July 2012 at 00:55

    Thanks everyone.

    Sean, you're not a million miles off.

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  9. A great pity. You do a wonderful line in erudite invective and I'll miss it.

    All the best.

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  10. I hope you're just popping out to get a new pikestaff and will be back soon.

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  11. TT, great blog, all the best

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  12. Always sad to read the Goodbye post of a blogger but I wish you all the best

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  13. I've loved the off-track ramblings TT.

    Those off-track ramblings are starting to become traffic-laden motorway.

    Best wishes TT.

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  14. Sad to see you're moving on to pastures new. Take it easy...

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  15. The men who worked for England,
    They have their graves at home,
    And bees and birds of England,
    About the cross can roam.

    The men who fought for England,
    Following a falling star,
    Alas, alas for England,
    They have their graves afar.

    The men who rule in England,
    In stately conclave met,
    Alas, alas for England,
    They have no graves as yet.

    GK Chesterton

    Come back, come back, you're needed now more than ever!!!

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  16. A damn shame. You've provided me with a real musical education over the past few years...

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  17. So, looks like we are all left to fend for ourselves in the approaching Orwellian world!

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  18. Best of luck in your future endeavours. Thanks for everything, including sending readers to my blog, lol.

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