Used ta get a pint fer one and six in the '60s.

Can you imagine a song like "Has Anybody Seen My Gal" if the metric system was extant then?

"On hundred fifty-seven point four eight centimeters, eyes of blue..." doesn't roll trippingly off the tongue, does it?

Or 'Mammy'?

"I'd walk 1,609,300 kilometres for one of your smiles ..."

The metric system is dumb.

"You say meter; we say metre", which reminds me BII, how are the tuh-may-dohs doing? I'll show you mine later.

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Originally posted by Doug Spaulding:
The metric system is dumb.

I disagree - I think it's very smart. How can anyone possibly remember that there are 16 ounces to a pound, but 14 pounds to a stone? (Me, apparently. But it was a rhetorical question.)

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Originally posted by philnic:I thought the whole of North America pronounced him "Brad-berry". Whereas most Brits call him "BRAD-bri"

No, I've read his work for 33 years and corresponded with him for 28 and I still don't consistently say it right.

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Originally posted by philnic:
How can anyone possibly remember that there are 16 ounces to a pound...

Conditioning. And we don't want to be reconditioned to learn another way.

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Originally posted by dandelion:
No, I've read his work for 33 years and corresponded with him for 28 and I still don't consistently say it right.

I've hung around him for three years now, and have heard others refer to him and he himself speak his name, and it's always pronounced Brad-bury, as I had always thought it was.

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Originally posted by tinkerbell:
"You say meter; we say metre", which reminds me BII, how are the tuh-may-dohs doing? I'll show you mine later.

TB, I'll show you mine if you show me yours!

I'll see if I can get ahold of one of those new-fangled digital cameras...

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Originally posted by Braling II:

TB, I'll show you mine if you show me yours!

Psst! Meet me behind the bicycle shed on MogtheDog's thread.

-Tink

This sounds a bit naughty!

Dirty dirty kiddies!

Shame on the pair of you! My tomato plant really is behind the bicycle shed.

Mog the Dog's more British cousin perched in a tomato tree!

Cut the wisecracks or the puppy gets it!