| By TobyZ on Thursday, March 15, 2001 - 08:57 pm: |
In the US it's huge. Parades (I hate parades, they really f'up the traffic which is bad enough as it is) green beer, and I work for a food distribution company, and you wouldn't believe the amount of corned beef (blah!!!) that has left our building this week. Everyfuckingbody wears green and gets absolutely hammmered. Nobody really knows what the day is about anymore, something about snakes (and no Micky, we don't want to hear about your 'snake') and some dude playing with his pipe (no Micky, we don't want to hear about you playing with your 'pipe').
Silly really, but I'll be out and about with a beer in each hand. It's the law or something. Yeah!
Is it a big deal where you are? Hello my Brazillian friends? Not to get Uncle Sam riled up, but seeing as England basically raped Ireland for centuries, do they celebrate it in jolly ol' England?
And lastly, seeing as the boys of Blur are one by one turning into alcohol free pansys, what will they be doing on the 17th?
Ohh, and please tell me that I'm not the only one here who is legally of age to drink the gods nectar.
| By stereopop on Thursday, March 15, 2001 - 09:17 pm: |
They even dye some rivers here green! It's fucking insane I tell you!!
| By stereopop again on Thursday, March 15, 2001 - 09:18 pm: |
Oh, and happy Ides of March, everyone. Hope you didn't knock off your best friend or anything today.
| By The Occifer on Friday, March 16, 2001 - 08:37 am: |
Yes, Tobyz. Australia, Tobyz.
| By L4L on Friday, March 16, 2001 - 11:59 pm: |
In Brazil we don't celebrate this...
| By watsy on Saturday, March 17, 2001 - 10:30 am: |
Julius Caesar:
Soothsayer: Caesar!
Casca: Bid every noise be still- peace yet again!
Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls in me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry ;Caesar!; Speak, Caesar is turned to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the Ides of March.
Caesar: What man is that?
Brutus: A soothsayer bids you beware the Ides of March.
Caesar: Set him before me, let me see his face.
Cassius: Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Caesar.
Caesar: What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Soothsayer: Beware the Ides of March.