A bit of Kipling...

[Daggers]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

[Sparky]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

i love you boss !!

[Wycombe Fox]

Yeah yeah but what about the cakes?

[filbertway]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Waits for someone to say, he should post that on the wall or read it out.

But being serious for a moment, it worked for Mike Basset, so I don't see why we shouldn't use those inspiring words.

[Fat Ron]

Kipling do nice Cakes

[OriginalRobboFOX]

Sounded better when read by Des Lynam... Anyone know where to get a copy of that???

[Daggers]

it worked for Mike Basset

Exactly :thumbsup:

[Sods]

Ladies and Gentlemen. England will be playing Four Four fooking Two.

[Daggers]

Ladies and Gentlemen. England will be playing Four Four fooking Two.

[Wycombe Fox]

We don't need poems, we need Smokey Robinson

[filbertway]

Ladies and Gentlemen. England will be playing Four Four fooking Two.

It's a shame Ollie doesn't feel the same way

[Alexikokopops]

Kipling do nice Cakes

COUNTRY SLICE!

It's moist, it's nice,

It's called a Country Slice,

Kip-er-ling,

Kip-er-ling

[Fat Ron]

COUNTRY SLICE!

It's moist, it's nice,

It's called a Country Slice,

Kip-er-ling,

Kip-er-ling

I prefer the Battenburg..

Although if we are talking the best cakes ever it has to be...

Fannie's Moist Muffins

[AoWW]

We don't need poems, we need Smokey Robinson

I'll second that emotion.

[filbertway]

Who or what is smokey robinson?

I assume I'll be told to google.. offf to google I go.

I'm back, I was half hoping for a cartoon rabbit wielding a machine gun and smoking a cigar. Not a soul singer.

[Tevez]

COUNTRY SLICE!

It's moist, it's nice,

It's called a Country Slice,

Kip-er-ling,

Kip-er-ling

[filbertway]

Alex is the king of cake based songs.

[Wycombe Fox]

Who or what is smokey robinson?

I assume I'll be told to google.. offf to google I go.

I'm back, I was half hoping for a cartoon rabbit wielding a machine gun and smoking a cigar. Not a soul singer.

That's right matey a soul singer who never went anywhere without his Miracles so get him down to The Walkers tomorrow and let us borrow one of them for the rest of the season!!

Anyway, back to Kipling...

Look for those bare necessities those simple bare necessities, forget about your troubles and your strife etc etc

[filbertway]

That's right matey a soul singer who never went anywhere without his Miracles so get him down to The Walkers tomorrow and let us borrow one of them for the rest of the season!!

Anyway, back to Kipling...

Get him in Filberts suit and pitch side then.

[Zingari]

Some people have prematurely announced the demise of Leicester city , it seems that the same thing happened to Kipling too

quote ;

Kipling kept writing until the early 1930s, but at a slower pace and with much less success than before. He died of a hemorrhage from a perforated duodenal ulcer on 18 January 1936, two days before George V, at the age of 70. (His death had in fact previously been incorrectly announced in a magazine, to which he wrote, "I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.")

[Thracian]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Wonderful stuff of course and encouraging of great debate.

But I've met a lot of exceptional people yet not one that ticks all those boxes.

So many "ifs" as well yet we, meanwhile, have got a match to win.

Never mind treating triumph and disaster the same.

Calm people go down the same as everyone else.

Getting it right is what matters.

[Daggers]

FFS !!

An eloquent contribution that will be valued by all who read it. Well done.

[lookwhaticando]

An eloquent contribution that will be valued by all who read it. Well done.

Not me.

Hence you will notice that I removed his eloquence.

My word that sounded naughty.