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Post by countessofmidnight on Jul 8, 2010 16:25:37 GMT -5
It's to be temps in the 90s probably AGAIN Sat. Oh, well... Guess we'll all be melting in our Medieval togs. Even though I wear my hair up in a scarf when it's HOT and don cool cotton I still feel ... I 'm looking forward to Tim's glasses of iced herbal teas, the best ICEY non-alcoholic drinks at the Faire last year. Hope him & his family will still have their booth this Year !
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Post by countessofmidnight on Jul 12, 2010 8:44:33 GMT -5
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm... I DID notice how few there were at the Pub Sing , ---especially Sun., after a LITTLE rain... ( Yes,--- I STILL think of it as a " Pub Sing ". I can't get used to a "Finale Of Song "... JUST doesn't sound right to me . ) Is it because the Faire is " DRY " ( Sigh... Probably... I THINK . ) Still... The spirit of the Sing was Great .
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Post by Capt. Morgan on Jul 12, 2010 9:09:35 GMT -5
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Post by countessofmidnight on Jul 12, 2010 9:21:36 GMT -5
Capt. Morgan: Yes, that youtube song is a good one ---" There's nothing so lonesome as a pub without beer... "
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Post by Capt. Morgan on Jul 12, 2010 9:30:01 GMT -5
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come There's a faraway look on the face of the bum The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear? I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear" Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
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Post by Scarlett on Jul 15, 2010 7:05:30 GMT -5
Looks like they updated the website under the FAQ section. It now has rules on bringing in coolers.
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