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[Frenchbob]

Yorkshire tea?

 

I know of Yorkshire scons, and grouse... but tea...

 

and... do you mean you don't put ice cubes in your singlemalt???

 

 

Proper English tea, sometimes known as breakfast tea, doesn't come in a bag with a piece of string glued to it, becomes Yorkshire tea when made with Yorkshire water.

 

OK, I'll give you the ice cubes for my single malt

[Blackkat]

Please forgive, I should know East Coasters have the answer for everything.

Stupid me.

 

Sheesh, you Texans are so sensitive.

 

[felix42o]

I grew up in the Central Valley of California (Fresno) where it's 105F and up in the summer. And after spending a lot of time in Egypt, the UAE, Bahrain and the likes, and living currently in Nevada, I feel somewhat qualified to say that anything over 100F (38C?) is just friggin hot. It all sucks at that point.

It is better than being cold, though.

And ice tea needs ice. Lots of it. What it does NOT need (here we go) is sugar. Echh.

Oh yeah, I don't much like the beach either. When it's hot, the beach is where I go to remind me that it could be worse.

IMO, anyhow.

[DeBenGuzzi]

I grew up in the Central Valley of California (Fresno) where it's 105F and up in the summer. And after spending a lot of time in Egypt, the UAE, Bahrain and the likes, and living currently in Nevada, I feel somewhat qualified to say that anything over 100F (38C?) is just friggin hot. It all sucks at that point.

It is better than being cold, though.

And ice tea needs ice. Lots of it. What it does NOT need (here we go) is sugar. Echh.

Oh yeah, I don't much like the beach either. When it's hot, the beach is where I go to remind me that it could be worse.

IMO, anyhow.

I'll take some of your minds off the heat, few years ago we were staying at a YMCA camp up by Biwabik Minnesota and it was -36F but that doesn't matter because that almost equals -36C I think they meet at -40 anyway it was similar to 110 with high humidity it was like the cold was sucking the air right out of you. Your fingers exposed to the air would become stiff and useless in a matter of seconds and when it gets that cold (at least outside the artic) the wind is almost non-exsistent. we took a cup of hot water and threw it up in the air, and nothing hit the ground *poof* you can spit and it'd skip off the snow. Needless to say we went skiing later when it warmed up to -12 or so.

Personally I like the cold better, you can always find a way to warm up. I don't have a friggin clue how to cool off in a heat wave when you don't have access to hugging a AC unit.

Think cold thoughts.

[todd haven]

few years ago we were staying at a YMCA camp up by Biwabik Minnesota and it was -36F

 

 

Which Gods did you anger in a previous life to deserve such punishment?

 

You should have gone to the beach.

I am told it can be refreshing.

[todd haven]

Proper English tea, sometimes known as breakfast tea, doesn't come in a bag with a piece of string glued to it, becomes Yorkshire tea when made with Yorkshire water.

 

 

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

Nothing like a good glass of Château de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

You're right there, Obadiah.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

A cup o' cold tea.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Without milk or sugar.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Or tea.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

In a cracked cup, an' all.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, 'e was right.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye, 'e was.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor!

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

Cardboard box?

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Aye.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:

Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:

Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:

Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:

And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

ALL:

They won't!

[Frenchbob]

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: etc

 

[Guest SantaFeRider]

what I really,

 

but really really,

 

like about Yorkshire,

 

are not the scons...

 

or the grouse...

 

or the tea.

 

Not even Rievaulx Abbey

 

or Castle Howard.

 

What I really,

 

but really really,

 

like about Yorkshire,

 

is that the old buggers,

 

erected a monument

 

honoring my

 

manhood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[callison]

Ummhh...

I am not normally one to toss out

suggestions to others on how to live their lives...

 

Go to a mall, a movie theater, a grocery store, a clothing store, a library,

city hall, the county courthouse, or a friend's house(use his A/C )

 

Does anybody remember the "Married With Children" episode where the family set up camp in the grocery store next to the butcher section because they had no air condition at home? Hilarious then. Now it's edging closer to being a necessity...

 

 

what I really,

 

but really really,

 

like about Yorkshire,

 

are not the scons...

 

or the grouse...

 

or the tea.

 

Not even Rievaulx Abbey

 

or Castle Howard.

 

What I really,

 

but really really,

 

like about Yorkshire,

 

is that the old buggers,

 

erected a monument

 

honoring my

 

manhood

 

We have an entire park of "petrified wood" in Arizona to keep you in good company.