If not, i'm sure he'd be able to pass on a few choice 'mushroom' recipes ;-)

I'd be more fascinated in reading about your experiences.

Do tell....

There are a few eras i would like to visit such as catching up with Nostradamus during the renaissance period. Oddly enough, it is noted that they can't make up his mind whether he was born on the 14th or '21st' December. Coincidental that 21/12/12 is a date being thrown around today don't ya think? Anyhooo...i suspect it would be most enlightening traipsing around the countryside in search of magic mushies with 'the damus' before hanging out with Da Vinci. I know what my first question to him would be..."who the hell is the demure chick in the painting"?? The Medici family were a fascinating bunch of characters too!! 4 Catholic Popes from the one family??...wow!..how does that work??

Middle ages would be another...knights in not so shining armour. Ha!

And fresh food!!!....i wonder what the equivalent of todays fast food would have been back then.

McSquirrel?? :-)

Yes...you would've made a good parrot.

...wanna try that ride again??

Or the money he would be making if he took that knowledge back with him.

Ha!...perish that thought!! :-)

I think it was back in the 60's or 70's, or may be even earlier when companies figured out that it was more profitable to manufacture stuff that didn't last, so the consumer would have to buy new stuff.

Never locking doors...i remember that whilst growing up in the 70's. It was unheard of to lock a door...trust and faith in your neighbourhood to keep a vigilant eye out for you and yours was the norm. Kids playgrounds were outside from sun-up to sun-down and they used their child ingenuity to build stuff like go carts & cubby houses to play with, or invent games for constant amusement. It was a time of freedom to explore without parents constantly shadowing your every movement like i see them do today.

Nope...that'll do for now.

Do you despise yourself just as much as you despise the rest of mankind?

Yeah Andy...you're a mofo rat bastard dressed up in a ****tard clownsuit.

Do carry on...it amuses me so.

Your universal translator blew a circuit long before this here thread popped up. In fact, i think it may have lost a few screws over in those War on Men threads...

Charlie who?

Good for him that he can pronounce his name then innit?

Hope is the last bastion, and i'm not about to let the fooker go....Me (and not some quote from someone whose name i can't even pronounce)

I would rather stick a firecracker up my azz than just go through the motions of an apathetic existence...**** that ship.

Feck that **** too!

My eldest son was self taught and developed a unique style of his own which saw him applying that style with a band that wrote and played their own music. I believe they were destined to go onto greater things before he had a terrible accident. His style was specific to that band, and they couldn't find anybody else to replace that which made them essentially unique, so they disbanded. I recall him spending hours just picking and strumming away...it seemed like his guitar was his essence. He was also the inspiration for his younger brother to pick up a guitar and dilligently learn how to read and play music, which has since seen that son go onto winning a prestigious academic excellence award in music...and yes, i'm a very proud mama. Both sons have had a very different learning process to their art, but from what i have observed of them...they each had one common thing which was essential i think to their success. And that was they both had/have a passion for it.

Comedy of fookin errors

Ha!

ummmm....

Does it bother the cat do you think?

The OP lost me at irritating.