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August 09, 2006

I’m Flattered

Well,

One of the best antidotes I’ve found is to read Tim Worstall. It can be refreshing to read the opinions of someone with whom you disagree and yet don’t think is a complete cunt.

I think I’m flattered anyway.

August 9, 2006 in The Blogger Himself | Permalink

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Nice little to and fro between Quinn and Devil's Kitchen.

Posted by: james higham | Aug 9, 2006 6:05:47 PM

Nice little to and fro between Quinn and Devil's Kitchen.

Posted by: james higham | Aug 9, 2006 6:08:27 PM

You should be flattered!

Posted by: Brad DeLong | Aug 9, 2006 6:50:03 PM

My gramps told me a good one, have you guys on that side of the pond know it?

HEY Brits! Listen to your coz…

I spent many hours learning and sing old music hall songs from my great-grandfather, AKA Darky Harris of Dalston in his music hall wrestling days. The more bawdy the songs the better. And it wasn’t just songs; it was a deep respect for my English heritage.

Growing up remember encountering British sailors at my grandparent’s home. You see whenever a British warship made a port call in Boston my great-grandfather and my grandmother would contact the British consulate in Boston offering their home as a respite. Many a British sailor had a nice home cooked meal in my grandmas’ kitchen. Before I was born my grandparents raised money to help displaced London

Read the rest at my site

http://amassachusettsrepublican.blogspot.com/

Posted by: massachusetts republican | Aug 9, 2006 11:47:59 PM

My gramps told me a good one, have you guys on that side of the pond know it?

HEY Brits! Listen to your coz…

I spent many hours learning and sing old music hall songs from my great-grandfather, AKA Darky Harris of Dalston in his music hall wrestling days. The more bawdy the songs the better. And it wasn’t just songs; it was a deep respect for my English heritage.

Growing up remember encountering British sailors at my grandparent’s home. You see whenever a British warship made a port call in Boston my great-grandfather and my grandmother would contact the British consulate in Boston offering their home as a respite. Many a British sailor had a nice home cooked meal in my grandmas’ kitchen. Before I was born my grandparents raised money to help displaced London

Read the rest at my site

http://amassachusettsrepublican.blogspot.com/

Posted by: massachusetts republican | Aug 9, 2006 11:49:26 PM