Where, exactly, is Life

Unusually short posting for you, John...

look look! ... there it is ... over there!

Oooh, yes! *grabs Life by the balls*

"Yes, I do believe in the unseen world. My only question is: how far is it from midtown and how late does it stay open?"---Woody Allen

It's what happens to you while you're waiting for death!

Life, blokes, camels. Exactly what is it with you and balls, Andrea? Why is it just when I feel like being serious you daft lot start pratting around? Is this a bad case of 'the biter bit'?

Biter? Nooo, I don't think so.

Sorry John, didn't realise it was serious, that Andrea is suffering from a bad case of Ma Balls! Know what I mean?

...and Missus 'as got 'is knickers in a twist...

Philosophy is kinda lost on you lot, innit?

Yep.

What have the Irish got to do with it?

actually we philosophise a lot. bugger all else to do apart from look for life below the ice. perhaps that is your answer John. Life is under the feet of eskimo's. Innuit?

A life is what other people have. In ourselves we only have moments. My brain hurts! (I should put this in the quotes thread.)

To quote Marvin The Paranoid Android, seeing as no one else has yet "Life, don't talk to me about life." (D. Adams in The Hitchikkers Guide to The Galaxy) Life - something between the two rather longer periods of not being - the zone of existence where you think and therefore you know you 'are' something to make the most of while it lasts, means by which the inland revenue can get you untilt hey learn how to ressurect you to get even more, the experience I have rather wasted som of in writing ths, life is something most people get more outof than I ever will, - and finally to Quote St. Augustine, a man of beliefs I rarely share, but who was spot on with this bit "If I havethe chance to live my life over again, I will liveit exactlythe same again. Only I will open my eyes more the scond time around." Best wishes AC arthurchappell@clara.net www.arthurchappell.clara.net/contents.htm

Judging from these forums of late, life certainly ain't here. perhaps the questions are too hard ... or perhaps the subjects too tedious to warrent comment... or perhaps too abstract for mere mortals ...( name some obscure author so you sound intelligent thread) or perhaps too self grandiose or perhaps too damn stupid for werds (gimme gimme gimme ) a man after midnight? are we now the abba of writing? a back to front forum in which we only discuss serious issues such as astonomical star gazing and fruit gathering? BUT STOP! is the alternative the production of lists? what fancy socks are you expecting this xmas and will you wear them in public? Are our cyber lives being controlled by the Liszt's of the writing world? Is Miss Brahms the limit of our aspirations or do we want to get down and dirty? ... nope.... too many get upset when that happens... no more argy bargy ... no taking the piss out of the inane critics of the site ... in fact...no piss taking at all. orders vill be obeyed o vey. or perhaps it is because we are too DOG tired to speak anymore ... the meaning of life is listing.

Life is just a bowl of Allbran - you wake up every morning and it's there... Small Faces

Life is off somewhere waiting for poets to write about it. They say "Get a life" I reply "Get a brain" If your lucky like Andrea - lifes a ball.

Ah, but it hasn't ALWAYS been a ball, Mykle - far from it...

Life's hard, life's tough, life's painful (often literally as well as metaphorically - I've had (still have) both sorts, but I still love it...

There is an expression in the vernacular it is expressed thus: Life's @!#$ then you die!

The problem with discussing life is none of the dead people ever have anything to say on the subject and so there is no contast.

Life is currently living incognito with a preganant pickle packer in Peckham.

Could be a red herring - he might be be serving ten to fifteen in a maximum security....

I rest my case m'lud

You can tell I've not been well - that's why the spelling is so bad and the humour so sick!