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Timeless. Still as good as the first time I read it.this really was epic - how old is it now?
We do need some New Testament material to bring us up to date.
Timeless. Still as good as the first time I read it.this really was epic - how old is it now?
There's plenty of that in Rawk, heaps of new messiahs every new seasonTimeless. Still as good as the first time I read it.
We do need some New Testament material to bring us up to date.
Because lurking's not the same as posting?
what am i missing?Absolute classic
Garments made of shells.
Shell suitswhat am i missing?
okShell suits
Didn't realise he wasn't posting. This short story has such geniousity its quite possible that he might be Stephen Hawking and we all know he has had a busy couple of years! Another thing could be that his system is malfunctioning so he can only move the mouse and click without being able to type. A good explanation as you'll likely to get. Hey @Plechazunga give us a wave.Because lurking's not the same as posting?
What's this?That and his Berbatov 'article' is the best things posted in RedCafe's history. His skills are way too good for a football forum.
Give him all the time he needs to post the newly found verses. Those ancient scrolls need a considerable amount of time to decipher.
I'd never seen this before, brilliant stuff
Man I wish this is the only thing the aliens find after the human race has become extinct.
It was a short one, but I think his pidgen-German chant for Hargreaves was amongst his best work too:That and his Berbatov 'article' is the best things posted in RedCafe's history. His skills are way too good for a football forum.
I made something similar last season, I'm in no way trying to out-do Plech here, I can't get anywhere near the level of genius in the original.Kopites 27? Slippy G and throwing away the title?
Bulgarian press says Berbatov's a done deal
From Pozvanete Novini, translated by Babelfish
Waiting exhausted itself this morning in continuing fable of promotion from Tottenham Hotspur, a collective at London, to again Manchester of his first asset, Dimitar Berbatov. Since two years, he went in same direction the North-traveling man Carrick, and even this empty season has extracted Robbie Keane, Irish son of that once of Manchester Keane now inspecting his saddle at Sunderland. Yet necessary rapid articulation of signatory przilsky has been circumcised by anger at Manchester from Daniel Levy, president of the Tottenham collective, which was smiling sporadically in the 1960’s.
All Bulgaria, including Manchester, lusts for prompt Berbatovian resettlement, for three causes. First, in Manchester are superior comrades, by example Ronald the Christian, who again is Annual Global Footballer, Wayne Rooney, the River Ferdinand, and Nemanja Vidic, metallic Serbian rapist. At most least, Dimitar will certainly cheer a lack of Michael Dawson.
Second, there is shame in heroic genius screaming pointlessly for the League of Champions. If Jermaine Pennant is running at Milan and Madrid, while Dimi at home eats squashed potato without pork, this is stupid.
Thirdly, in Manchester he can win suitcase over suitcase of pound sterling. In negotiations, an exact price of labour has not yet made it so that both sides hold each the other man’s hand and, smiling, jiggle. However, because Micha’s agent, Emil Dantchev, is friend of my uncle Lyubomir, who shoots horses with his father, I sometimes loosely push him with my telephone’s mouth. Emil poured onto the ground for me some approximate prices of labour of £75-85,000 per week. Queen Elizabeth will steal some of this from tax, but, Emil insists me, not much, because officially his client lives in the sea. And above money, Manchester will treat Michko with mercy: he is able to go away back in Bulgaria in summer, he will build a castle with garden on an island called Cheshire, and he is permitted to breed.
We will find after this season what flavour of honour our Mitichevsky inhales. In Manchester already they are anticipating parties. On the internet, slow people repeat the phrase “Time for removal of my penis!” This signifies that they are happy. But still supporters of Tottenham collective roar into a deaf night. Levy writes a poem from his wounds for FA, English football politburo. But by a proverb this is only throwing salt between steeples to make watery slujka. By now, Dmitichichka’s promotion is a gutted fish.
Berbatov is beautiful, with sly eyes like demon.
Yeah it sort of really captures the awkward bits where in order to translate the ablatives from the Latin into English they've have to add loads of subordinate clausesThe thing that makes what Plech did so good is that grammatically it reads just like an Old Testament narrative. I would know.... I was a seminarian. Lol!
Funny, but true of Vulgate-sourced translations.Yeah it sort of really captures the awkward bits where in order to translate the ablatives from the Latin into English they've have to add loads of subordinate clauses