Seize opportunity by the beard, for it is bald behind.
-- Bulgarian Proverb
LOL. What the heck does that mean?
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Your true value depends entirely on what you are compared with.
-- Bob Wells
I would have thought that that would be the relative value.
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Update: Here's a funny one from today:
The fact is, the old clich%uFFFDs work for us in abstract terms, but they never work out in real life quite the same way. Life is messy; clich%uFFFDs are clean and tidy.
-- Hugh Macleod, How To Be Creative: 29, 08-22-04
I think it's a coding error of the accented é, but it makes it involutarily funny. "clich%uFFFDs are clean and tidy"...
4 comments:
But isn't everything relative, man?
As for grabbing opportunity by the beard, how would you like to have to come up with a Bulgarian proverb every single day, week after week, year after year? You wouldn't like it, I'll bet!
I guess the beard thing is kinda like strike while the iron is hot.
Ever notice how the best time to get in on a deal is up front, you'll either miss the bus or never catch up if you are late
I think Alex nabbed it.
Or grabbed it. Ouch. ;-)
Pascal,
Thank you for your gracious and eloquent comment.
I am almost reminded of the escapades of Joe Orton, and his lover Halliwell, when they took to defacing library books.
Still, since that is only slightly relevant to this blog I will refrain.
Isn't there a fine old French saying about how the fisherman who eats peaches will never be hungry?
I like the Tyke proverb
"So hear all, see all, say nowt, Eat all, sup all, pay nowt.
And if ever thy does owt fer nowt Always do it fer th'sen."
Just found a wonderful quote from Kenneth Williams
" Joe, he was a young cordwangler, Munging greebles he did go, And he loved a bogler's daughter By the name of Chiswick Flo. Vain she was and like a grusset Though her gander parts were fine, But she sneered at his cordwangle As it hung upon the line. So he stole a woggler's mooly For to make a wedding ring, But the Bow Street Runners caught him And the judge said "He will swing." Oh, they hung him by the postern, Nailed his mooly to the fence For to warn all young cordwanglers That it was a grave offence. There's a moral to this story, Though your cordwangle be poor, Keep your hands off other's moolies, For it is against the law. *A mooly is a sort of smoked cuttlefish of the whelk family, or a brother-in-law you might say. Nowadays you can get them frozen and pre-woggled, but they don't taste the same. Hear All, See All, Say Nowt Recorded by Sandy Powell 1939 Hear all, see all, say nowt, Eat all, drink all, pay nowt. It's a long time remember from January to December So hear all, see all, say nowt, Eat all, sup all, pay nowt And if ever thy does owt fer nowt Always do it fer th'sen. When I was a right young lad Me father said t'me Seems to me thy's growin' up Now what's thy goin' t'be? It all depends upon th'self It's only up to thee I won't say much to you again But take this tip from me... Hear all, see all, say nowt, Eat all, drink all, pay nowt. It's a long time remember from January to December So hear all, see all, say nowt, Eat all, sup all, pay nowt And if ever thy does owt fer nowt Always do it fer th'sen. Save thy pennies while thy can And just do what I say, If thy doesn't keep thy 'ead Tha'll 'ave some brass one day. It all depends upon th'self It's only up to thee But there's one thing thy can reckon on Thy won't get owt from me."
Sounds like it's from Round the Horne.
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