This discussion has been closed.
Posted by mike (U14258103) on Saturday, 23rd February 2013
Here's mine:
When the train left the station it had two lights on behind,
The blue light was my blues and the red light was my mind.
, in reply to message 1.
Posted by SpartaJBcus (U15618262) on Saturday, 23rd February 2013
Yellow Toilet Roll
Paint your canvas mustard yellow
In Company with kindred fellows
With words that no what any fule should tell
Now, we understand
What it meant to so many
Wisdom, Fun, Compassion, Sanity
How we tried to make them see
But they did not listen
And they're not listening, still
And perhaps, they never will.
, in reply to message 2.
This posting has been hidden during moderation because it broke the in some way.
, in reply to message 3.
Posted by JennyDarling Long Gone (U250754) on Saturday, 23rd February 2013
Here lies the Messageboard, as cold as ice
once you were warm and lively, and mostly, nice.
Peopled with personalities, strange names too
cat loving Remoska people, let your toilet rolls hang true.
Marmite! Serviettes! and wicker
nice ceremonial deadings, portly vicars
But now the Mustard pot is empty, washed away
put out for rubbish, nothing to start each day
with snorks of merriment and glee
Farewell old Mustardland, great you were, to me.
, in reply to message 1.
Posted by Leaping Badger (U3587940) on Saturday, 23rd February 2013
Or the Beatles:
We all live on a mustard yellow board, a mustard yellow board, a mustard yellow board... (cont ad nauseam)
'Ö'
Or show me a man who was not panned
For writing threads in Mustardland
And said the things that he avowed
Not using words Tayler allowed
I spake forsooth and told the truth
And so got modded
I spake forsooth and told the truth
And so got modded
, in reply to message 3.
This posting has been hidden during moderation because it broke the in some way.
, in reply to message 7.
Posted by posh_scouse_pinnedwithpride (U2514024) on Saturday, 23rd February 2013
A still, small voice haunts my brain
as I walk along the shore.
It's the voice that says 'I wonder what, and who, and why?' and more...
This time last week I could answer it
with 'Shurrup, I do not know!'
'But if I can get to a pooter, then I know where to go'.
Alas, the brain of Mustardland is lost and is no more.
Like the baybee wot went down the plughole.
Not lorst
But gone before.
Don't worry o concrete one. It has always been the mustard that's left over that really counts.
, in reply to message 7.
This posting has been hidden during moderation because it broke the in some way.
, in reply to message 10.
Posted by SpartaJBcus (U15618262) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
If you get caught, you could get a stic acros you.
, in reply to message 3.
This posting has been hidden during moderation because it broke the in some way.
, in reply to message 12.
Posted by Reggie Trentham (U2746099) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
Some rob you with a six gun
And some with a message on a website
I'm amazed this has lasted as long as it has, R!
, in reply to message 10.
Posted by Barefoot - a Bit of a Handful (U14258080) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
snorkissimo
, in reply to message 1.
Posted by Barefoot - a Bit of a Handful (U14258080) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
It is like a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and cast into his garden; and it grew, and waxed a great tree; and the fowls of the air lodged in the branches of it.
bc (an early bird)
, in reply to message 14.
Posted by Bella Milbanke (U2389689) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
I'm amazed this has lasted as long as it has, R! Â
Is that your epitaph, Draggers?
I must say I'm mighty proud of that post and hope I speak for us all............
I could have done a lot worse, B, and spent a lot longer thinking about it!
Here I sit,
Broken-hearted.
Paid a penny,
Only to be berated for which way I had hung the toilet roll.
I would not wish to carry out the procedure as described unless it involves certain weather girls on South Today.
This Messageboard has been hidden during moderation because it broke the House Rules in some way.
, in reply to message 22.
Posted by Achilles Grytpype-Thynne (U2328687) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
This Messageboard has been hidden during moderation because it broke the House Rules in some way.Â
Snork.
But of course, it's going to be in totality, not in moderation...
Snork. Can we appeal?
Snork.
Let's keep this thread alive 'till tomorrow. It carries a lovely message.
, in reply to message 22.
Posted by Paul D Otherone (U15615545) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
This Messageboard has been hidden during moderation because it broke the House Rules in some way. They don't like it up 'em. They do not like it up 'em!
Hah! it was up there for more than 24hrs,it took them that long...thus confirming what we always knew about mods....... ........... ................
........... ..... ................. ....................... Fill in the blanks.
Just posted this in the wrong thread - epithets, not epitaphs. Not a good way to return to ML after some time ! Second attempt:
Glory Be ..... I've remembered my login !
ML epitaphs - they're all around me.
Photographs of bees angrily escaping from an underground hive when we uprooted a shrub - MLers answered my hastily posted question on how to deal with them; Keri's Book of the Archers I won in the Archers Fantasies competition years and years ago. Books by MLers that I've bought over the years; A script about life in the 70s based on MLers' memories they posted for me ( just rewritten / performed it again at a 70s photographic exhibition in our community art gallery here ... Mustardland gets everywhere ! ) Lots of old cassete tape music transferred to CD - with guidance from this amazing board; Photographs of the Salford Mini Meets we had in the Kings Arms - with cake ! ( and a brilliant version of the traditional quiz ) And so it goes on. I've not posted here for a while - shame that it's taken an event like this to get me back. Spent ages looking at all the old names and remembering happy times on the board. It'll be missed.
We've laughed and cried, we've pondered and blustered,
But now it's time to cut the mustard.
v_j
Here lie the bones of Mustardland
Beneath the earth, alone
How sad - the land of 'deddings'
Hosts a dedding of its own
, in reply to message 29.
Posted by Kit Powlett Jones (U2673415) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
Oh Elaine!
The restaurant Elaine?
Smile, wave, and hug to you!
Kit
The very one, Kit .... and still putting in the hours there - retirement, what's that ?? Hard work to get through this bloody recession is what's kept me away from ML these last two years.
Lovely to see you again - every name I read brings back happy memories of fun, support, disagreements, discussions, wit, friendship, help, advice - you name it, you'd find it here.
Have you joined one of the other boards or FB ?
xx
Here lies our beloved Mustardland
Whose presence we relied on
We often wrote some foolish things,
And occasionally some wise ones.
Deb
, in reply to message 33.
Posted by Kit Powlett Jones (U2673415) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
I am a member at Peet's but either Peet's or Sue's looks good. I haven't done Facebook yet (I like my privacy and don't want to "have to" update all the time.)
Nice to see you!
I am back in school updating information technology skills (won't get into it here) but am doing well and so is OH and daughter who is at university.
, in reply to message 1.
Posted by Kit Powlett Jones (U2673415) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
Mountain of ironing do not taunt me
For Mustardland was more important than thee.
, in reply to message 1.
Posted by Lynetta Pavlova (U14864661) on Sunday, 24th February 2013
Suitable epitaths Â
An 'epitath'? But what's that?
Ah, a typo do you say?
Like, "Here lies dearest Mary Jane
Who sadly p!ssed away"?
In that case I'll say,
"Here our dearest Mustardland lies dead;
I'll miss the jolly banter
And the odd ill-tempered thread.
I'll miss the jokes, the help, the spats,
The Bull, our cosy dwelling,
But one thing I won't miss, and that's
The (sometimes) dreadful spelling."
Here lies the pesky little flea
Its wings will flap no more
I used a rolled up magazine
And squashed it on the door
( it was on the laptop screen actually, but it didn't rhyme .... or scan )
Welcome to the Archers Messageboard.
or  to take part in a discussion.
The message board is currently closed for posting.
This messageboard is now closed.
This messageboard is .
Find out more about this board's
´óÏó´«Ã½ © 2014 The ´óÏó´«Ã½ is not responsible for the content of external sites. Read more.
This page is best viewed in an up-to-date web browser with style sheets (CSS) enabled. While you will be able to view the content of this page in your current browser, you will not be able to get the full visual experience. Please consider upgrading your browser software or enabling style sheets (CSS) if you are able to do so.