Dukat's Belfast Trip

[Dukat]

Lion 'on the loose in Belfast' - | MSN News UK - news & weather

I must say, the guiness is good, but sadly everyone seems to run away when I try to say hello

 

[Belgerath]

LOL how did u like my native city?

Btw the Lion turned out to be a dog

 

[Dukat]

LOL how did u like my native city?

Btw the Lion turned out to be a dog

!!!

Thats what I wanted them to think! I'm a master of disguise you see!

 

[megadave]

bacon

 

[Ezteq]

hehe my history tutor was telling us about when she were a lass her older brother got one of the lion skins her uncle (or some relation) had brought back from Africa (this was back when hunting was the norm) anyhoo her brother got the skin and hung it over a shrub in the garden then ran in to the grandfather (who was napping) yelling "theres a lion in the back garden!!", anyhoo gramps leaps up, grabs the winchester off the mantle piece, runs out and unloads in to the shrub hehe

the brother got a sound beating for that one but i bet it was worth it hehehe

 

[Lamp]

The Second Coming - WB Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

[Dukat]

The Second Coming - WB Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?