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today’s holiday: The Glorious Twelfth


The Glorious Twelfth

August 12 is the legal opening of grouse season in Scotland. If the 12th falls on a Sunday, Grouse Day is the following day. Because grouse-shooting has always played such a central role in the life of Scottish gentlemen, the occasion is referred to as the Glorious Twelfth and is observed as a social event by Scots around the world. More… Discuss

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word: dispraise


dispraise 

Definition: (noun) Disapproval; censure.
Synonyms: disparagement
Usage: Heaven forbid that she should say a syllable in dispraise of any member of that excellent family, above all, of my Lady, whom the whole world admires. Discuss.

Remembering “House M.D.” – A Tribute to the “king of tv shows”



Goodbye House. A show I will always remember.
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Contains SPOILERS for House seasons 1 to 8
Music – Sunshine by John Murphy

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ROULETTE


Roulette

Roulette emerged in late 18th-century European casinos and has remained popular with gamblers to this day. In the game, a horizontal wheel is spun and a ball is dropped onto it. Players may bet on which of the wheel’s numbered slots the ball will come to rest in, what color the slot will be, and whether the number will be odd or even. Though roulette is ostensibly a game of chance, players have repeatedly tried to improve their odds. How did one engineer exploit the game to win $325,000 in 1873? More… Discuss

 

BONNIE TYLER ~IT’S A HEARTACHE~ (“Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown”)



It’s a heartache
Nothing but a heartache

Hits you when it’s too late
Hits you when you’re down
It’s a fool’s game

Nothing but a fool’s game
Standing in the cold rain

Feeling like a clown.

It’s a heartache

Nothing but a heartache.
Love him till your arms break

Then he lets you down.
It ain’t right with love to share
When you find he doesn’t care for you.
It ain’t wise to need someone
As much as I depended on you.

It’s a heartache
Nothing but a heartache

Hits you when it’s too late
. . .

It ain’t r’ight with love to share
. . .

Oh it’s a heartache

Nothing but a heartache.
Love him till your arms break

Then he let’s you down
It’s a fool’s game

Standing in the cold rain

Feeling like a clown.

It’s a heartache
Love him till your arms break
Then he let’s you down
It’s a heartache