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Post by Beachguy on Mar 12, 2015 22:24:45 GMT
Coming to speedy café on Baker Street soon !! only for the strange  , the brave ,  of open mind  in the fog of London comes tales of ghosts , of lads , of lassies of a mecca place , once you enter the zone you may be in a maze . Tickets $5.oo per head ( round  ) $8.oo for ( flat  ) no charge Admin only 
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Post by shaolinmaster on Mar 14, 2015 13:32:25 GMT
How much for hotheads  , thickheads  or coneheads  ? |
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Post by Beachguy on Mar 14, 2015 13:44:48 GMT
How much for hotheads , thickheads or coneheads ? All 5 but flat heads because as the bouncer I can't flatten their heads if gets out of line in Zone btw cone-heads aways gets the point to behave or else 8 bucks |
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Post by Beachguy on Mar 14, 2015 23:43:17 GMT
Enter the Twi-light Zone ...........Door >>>>>>>>>>> welcome to the zone back many years ago in a foggy evening on a east side of a hunting city of ghosts an lords running a muk , a man thinks of himself a kind of soldier but of not military . So he think with-in this dim light room with slow waves of fog flutters by his dull plate window of how with his good wife could he helpful for people of the streets in need . a Gods army perhaps with himself as a General in charge in order to oversee the solders of salvation for the people of the people , they in fact make a church indeed on this darkish night to spread light of hope to all in need . Yes on the east end of London does William Booth , a preacher of sort , a solder of sort , a salvation of man , as today with a 1.6 Billion gift from a McD continues to put out that red kettle on the east side of London an around the world from a twi-light night in a foggy Twi-light .
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Post by Beachguy on Mar 17, 2015 19:25:45 GMT
Enter the Twi-light zone ..........Night Door >>>>>>>>>>>>>. I found myself in a goggy foggy dream zone last nite , I ask is this real as a beauty of a woman in black passing me on Baker St near the Café as I seek a jolly tea , I get sexy warm feeling about the lassie I passed, why o why i ask as it was but a fast look i had but something masterful was she , it fact it was one deep enough to die for , i turns in bed i think to escape this zone of this mystique lady for i feel could lead to hurt or pain i image but i was willing to take this chance so captured by a bewitching charm of but flitting moment that stir emotions in me as i dream , i dream in the twi-light of foggy nite i alone wish was real . I awake at 6.46 am an hear a message on my machine ? "" Morn , I will text you "" .......... Tonya
sorry guys as this dream can be understood only by Sherlock Holmes readers as they know of Arlene as ""The Woman"" . the BBC 2nd year i am viewing now is very enjoyable , this man as Sherlock needs to grow on you it seems but i like him in the role , one must watch these stories more then once to fully apprehend the fast talk an it seems to me enjoy even more you miss first time , the British humor , the ways , the talk , i love it all , will indeed watch again , again . 
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Post by Beachguy on Mar 22, 2015 17:48:35 GMT
Welcome blokes an lassies to the TW Zone .>>>>>>>>>>>>Door .......On a time machine back in time we go in the time zone tonight to a slightly hint of rain night with the light fog drifting by our window at Monkswell Manor I believe the name read in the west end of London , it was about early 1952 or about from what I could deduct for I began a friendly chat with a bloke having a ale an asked me to join him , join him I did , his stage name was Trotter , a actor beginning a play at theatre Royal Nottingham it seems , he was saying how he needs a bloody long run of this play he is performing in for his family needs , he said I surely hope this is not a trap of hope-ness for me mate , we bid ado to each other an I said well bloke hope you have a jolly long run sir . Fast forward in time machine as the play moves to Saint Martin Theatre because of success , one time the author said maybe 8 months run an a friend said I give it 14 months , the odd think of the people attending where asked not to give the ending to others outside the theatre . Fast forwards to the present , the play "" Mousetrap " is I believe still running in London today 2015 , the clock ,the one prop remains on the mantelpiece from the opening in 1952 . The great beloved Great Author Agatha Christie's play is in fact a long , long runner >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
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Post by shaolinmaster on Mar 24, 2015 15:27:18 GMT
.”” There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination……… You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination……….. You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas; you've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.””
—Rod Serling
AWAKENING…… THE SPANISH INQUISITION – REVISITED….. Part 1
Just another beautiful Spring day on the beach of South Carolina… just another routine day for the Beach Bum formerly known as Beachguy, or so he thinks. He has been wrong on so many occasions about things before, but boy, is he ever more wrong about the day this time!!!!
The Bum is out on the beach at an enclave called Pirates Cove with his handheld metal detector as usual, desperately trying to find some pieces of eight as homage to his adversary, the all-knowing all-mighty Master! From experience, he is covering the beach methodically by grids, hoping to hit some finds deep down in the sand, perhaps buried there and somehow forgotten by here mateys loooong time ago, arrrr  .
The sun is high up in the sky and the day’s getting warm. The Bum feels a pang of hunger and so pulls out couple twinkies from his pocket. It’s no secret to the locals that the Bum has an affinity for twinkies  . As he continues to work the grids while washing down the twinkies with grog, suddenly there is a LOUD ping, LOUDER than any pings he has ever heard. WHOA, he thinks to himself, what could that be…… could it be JACKPOT?! He clumsily stoops down to the sand, and in his excitement drops his half-finished twinkie altogether, and not being a civic-minded citizen, the Bum of course does not bother to pick it up, and so the half eaten twinkie just lies there in the sand!
No more than 2 feet deep into the sand as the Bum digs with his hands, what looks like the corner of a container comes into view. As the Bum digs even deeper, through his grog induced hazy vision , he can see what looks like antique metal fittings on the outside of a wooden container. WHOA!!, he thinks to himself again….. Dead Man’s Chest…. JACKPOT !!!!!!! He cannot contain his excitement and starts shaking all over…. Shiver me timbers!  
The Bum tries in vain to pull the chest out from beneath the sand but it is too big, buried too deep and will not budge. Exhausted he gets up and decides to fetch a shovel from his beach-house about a mile away. So it is when he hurries back to the buried chest with the shovel, huffing and puffing all the while, that he slips on the half eaten twinkie he drops earlier. Flying through the air >>>>>> >>>>>>>>> >>>> kinda like a skyhawk  >>>>>> , the Bum finds his bald head rendevous with the buried chest  . The chest wins and the Bum is knocked out cold !!!!!!!!
Poetic justice? The Keep Your Beach Clean Squad does have a right to think so. Or could it be some matey put a pox ( )on the Dead Man’s Chest, that it is cursed , never to be opened again  ?? What about the Beach Bum , will he ever come to? Will he ever get his hands on the chest contents?? And what exactly is inside that chest???
To find out, you will have to cross over to the Twilight Zone again next week for Part 2, same time, same T-Z Channel. And don’t forget to lock all your doors and windows, if you don’t want the spirits of the Dead Man’s Chest pay you a visit tonight, because you have just been to the Twilight Zone……… ARRRR!!!!!
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=89BlFxuyqYQ
www.youtube.com/watch?v=srI1VsRDytw
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Post by Beachguy on Mar 24, 2015 16:18:23 GMT
A very good post into the Zone , not real like my but very entertaining which is the idea behind the Topic an it seems the S-Master has learned a lot from the beach indeed , even how to kick light sand on the legs of lassies to stop an say O dear I am so sorry , let me fix that , only take a second but make it 10 minutes with chat , you forgot Sam the seal still working the beach with two brothers as a team , during very good I might so and using the back room of the Beach-House for R & R , I now have found 3 pieces of eight , still looking for the gold one to lives a hundred years a pirate having fun an drinking rum >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>on the sands....................... of the Atantis .......................
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Post by Beachguy on Jan 10, 2016 16:15:58 GMT
Enter the Twi-light Zone ...........Door >>>>>>>>>>> welcome to the zone back many years ago in a foggy evening on a east side of a hunting city of ghosts an lords running a muk , a man thinks of himself a kind of soldier but of not military . So he think with-in this dim light room with slow waves of fog flutters by his dull plate window of how with his good wife could he helpful for people of the streets in need . a Gods army perhaps with himself as a General in charge in order to oversee the solders of salvation for the people of the people , they in fact make a church indeed on this darkish night to spread light of hope to all in need . Yes on the east end of London does William Booth , a preacher of sort , a solder of sort , a salvation of man , as today with a 1.6 Billion gift from a McD continues to put out that red kettle on the east side of London an around the world from a twi-light night in a foggy Twi-light . And they say I don't create anything ? duh |
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Post by Beachguy on Jan 10, 2016 16:17:35 GMT
.”” There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination……… You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination……….. You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas; you've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.””
—Rod Serling
AWAKENING…… THE SPANISH INQUISITION – REVISITED….. Part 1
Just another beautiful Spring day on the beach of South Carolina… just another routine day for the Beach Bum formerly known as Beachguy, or so he thinks. He has been wrong on so many occasions about things before, but boy, is he ever more wrong about the day this time!!!!
The Bum is out on the beach at an enclave called Pirates Cove with his handheld metal detector as usual, desperately trying to find some pieces of eight as homage to his adversary, the all-knowing all-mighty Master! From experience, he is covering the beach methodically by grids, hoping to hit some finds deep down in the sand, perhaps buried there and somehow forgotten by here mateys loooong time ago, arrrr .
The sun is high up in the sky and the day’s getting warm. The Bum feels a pang of hunger and so pulls out couple twinkies from his pocket. It’s no secret to the locals that the Bum has an affinity for twinkies . As he continues to work the grids while washing down the twinkies with grog, suddenly there is a LOUD ping, LOUDER than any pings he has ever heard. WHOA, he thinks to himself, what could that be…… could it be JACKPOT?! He clumsily stoops down to the sand, and in his excitement drops his half-finished twinkie altogether, and not being a civic-minded citizen, the Bum of course does not bother to pick it up, and so the half eaten twinkie just lies there in the sand!
No more than 2 feet deep into the sand as the Bum digs with his hands, what looks like the corner of a container comes into view. As the Bum digs even deeper, through his grog induced hazy vision , he can see what looks like antique metal fittings on the outside of a wooden container. WHOA!!, he thinks to himself again….. Dead Man’s Chest…. JACKPOT !!!!!!! He cannot contain his excitement and starts shaking all over…. Shiver me timbers!
The Bum tries in vain to pull the chest out from beneath the sand but it is too big, buried too deep and will not budge. Exhausted he gets up and decides to fetch a shovel from his beach-house about a mile away. So it is when he hurries back to the buried chest with the shovel, huffing and puffing all the while, that he slips on the half eaten twinkie he drops earlier. Flying through the air >>>>>> >>>>>>>>> >>>> kinda like a skyhawk >>>>>> , the Bum finds his bald head rendevous with the buried chest . The chest wins and the Bum is knocked out cold !!!!!!!!
Poetic justice? The Keep Your Beach Clean Squad does have a right to think so. Or could it be some matey put a pox ()on the Dead Man’s Chest, that it is cursed , never to be opened again ?? What about the Beach Bum , will he ever come to? Will he ever get his hands on the chest contents?? And what exactly is inside that chest???
To find out, you will have to cross over to the Twilight Zone again next week for Part 2, same time, same T-Z Channel. And don’t forget to lock all your doors and windows, if you don’t want the spirits of the Dead Man’s Chest pay you a visit tonight, because you have just been to the Twilight Zone……… ARRRR!!!!!
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=89BlFxuyqYQ
www.youtube.com/watch?v=srI1VsRDytw
This is outstanding as you do not find on other forums |
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Post by Beachguy on Jan 15, 2016 20:39:28 GMT
Not only on twilight nights can't you get a train on time in parts of London Town but jolly sunny days also , what is going on in the UK , must be Piers Morgan in control .
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Post by Beachguy on Mar 29, 2016 16:53:18 GMT
No matter what anyone says , fact is the S Master an I wrote some good stuff here , history will tell the tale that very few places to find good stuff as we gave to this forum .
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Post by Beachguy on Jan 7, 2017 15:55:18 GMT
.”” There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination……… You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination……….. You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas; you've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.””
—Rod Serling
AWAKENING…… THE SPANISH INQUISITION – REVISITED….. Part 1
Just another beautiful Spring day on the beach of South Carolina… just another routine day for the Beach Bum formerly known as Beachguy, or so he thinks. He has been wrong on so many occasions about things before, but boy, is he ever more wrong about the day this time!!!!
The Bum is out on the beach at an enclave called Pirates Cove with his handheld metal detector as usual, desperately trying to find some pieces of eight as homage to his adversary, the all-knowing all-mighty Master! From experience, he is covering the beach methodically by grids, hoping to hit some finds deep down in the sand, perhaps buried there and somehow forgotten by here mateys loooong time ago, arrrr .
The sun is high up in the sky and the day’s getting warm. The Bum feels a pang of hunger and so pulls out couple twinkies from his pocket. It’s no secret to the locals that the Bum has an affinity for twinkies . As he continues to work the grids while washing down the twinkies with grog, suddenly there is a LOUD ping, LOUDER than any pings he has ever heard. WHOA, he thinks to himself, what could that be…… could it be JACKPOT?! He clumsily stoops down to the sand, and in his excitement drops his half-finished twinkie altogether, and not being a civic-minded citizen, the Bum of course does not bother to pick it up, and so the half eaten twinkie just lies there in the sand!
No more than 2 feet deep into the sand as the Bum digs with his hands, what looks like the corner of a container comes into view. As the Bum digs even deeper, through his grog induced hazy vision , he can see what looks like antique metal fittings on the outside of a wooden container. WHOA!!, he thinks to himself again….. Dead Man’s Chest…. JACKPOT !!!!!!! He cannot contain his excitement and starts shaking all over…. Shiver me timbers!
The Bum tries in vain to pull the chest out from beneath the sand but it is too big, buried too deep and will not budge. Exhausted he gets up and decides to fetch a shovel from his beach-house about a mile away. So it is when he hurries back to the buried chest with the shovel, huffing and puffing all the while, that he slips on the half eaten twinkie he drops earlier. Flying through the air >>>>>> >>>>>>>>> >>>> kinda like a skyhawk >>>>>> , the Bum finds his bald head rendevous with the buried chest . The chest wins and the Bum is knocked out cold !!!!!!!!
Poetic justice? The Keep Your Beach Clean Squad does have a right to think so. Or could it be some matey put a pox ()on the Dead Man’s Chest, that it is cursed , never to be opened again ?? What about the Beach Bum , will he ever come to? Will he ever get his hands on the chest contents?? And what exactly is inside that chest???
To find out, you will have to cross over to the Twilight Zone again next week for Part 2, same time, same T-Z Channel. And don’t forget to lock all your doors and windows, if you don’t want the spirits of the Dead Man’s Chest pay you a visit tonight, because you have just been to the Twilight Zone……… ARRRR!!!!!
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=89BlFxuyqYQ
www.youtube.com/watch?v=srI1VsRDytw
This post is a example of what makes a forum worth reading , people that create but there are very few that do |
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Post by Beachguy on Jan 7, 2017 15:57:11 GMT
Enter the Twi-light Zone ...........Door >>>>>>>>>>> welcome to the zone back many years ago in a foggy evening on a east side of a hunting city of ghosts an lords running a muk , a man thinks of himself a kind of soldier but of not military . So he think with-in this dim light room with slow waves of fog flutters by his dull plate window of how with his good wife could he helpful for people of the streets in need . a Gods army perhaps with himself as a General in charge in order to oversee the solders of salvation for the people of the people , they in fact make a church indeed on this darkish night to spread light of hope to all in need . Yes on the east end of London does William Booth , a preacher of sort , a solder of sort , a salvation of man , as today with a 1.6 Billion gift from a McD continues to put out that red kettle on the east side of London an around the world from a twi-light night in a foggy Twi-light . You can learn things on a good forum and you can also read CAS43 & his life |
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Post by Beachguy on Feb 10, 2017 15:59:23 GMT
.”” There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination……… You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination……….. You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas; you've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.””
—Rod Serling
AWAKENING…… THE SPANISH INQUISITION – REVISITED….. Part 1
Just another beautiful Spring day on the beach of South Carolina… just another routine day for the Beach Bum formerly known as Beachguy, or so he thinks. He has been wrong on so many occasions about things before, but boy, is he ever more wrong about the day this time!!!!
The Bum is out on the beach at an enclave called Pirates Cove with his handheld metal detector as usual, desperately trying to find some pieces of eight as homage to his adversary, the all-knowing all-mighty Master! From experience, he is covering the beach methodically by grids, hoping to hit some finds deep down in the sand, perhaps buried there and somehow forgotten by here mateys loooong time ago, arrrr .
The sun is high up in the sky and the day’s getting warm. The Bum feels a pang of hunger and so pulls out couple twinkies from his pocket. It’s no secret to the locals that the Bum has an affinity for twinkies . As he continues to work the grids while washing down the twinkies with grog, suddenly there is a LOUD ping, LOUDER than any pings he has ever heard. WHOA, he thinks to himself, what could that be…… could it be JACKPOT?! He clumsily stoops down to the sand, and in his excitement drops his half-finished twinkie altogether, and not being a civic-minded citizen, the Bum of course does not bother to pick it up, and so the half eaten twinkie just lies there in the sand!
No more than 2 feet deep into the sand as the Bum digs with his hands, what looks like the corner of a container comes into view. As the Bum digs even deeper, through his grog induced hazy vision , he can see what looks like antique metal fittings on the outside of a wooden container. WHOA!!, he thinks to himself again….. Dead Man’s Chest…. JACKPOT !!!!!!! He cannot contain his excitement and starts shaking all over…. Shiver me timbers!
The Bum tries in vain to pull the chest out from beneath the sand but it is too big, buried too deep and will not budge. Exhausted he gets up and decides to fetch a shovel from his beach-house about a mile away. So it is when he hurries back to the buried chest with the shovel, huffing and puffing all the while, that he slips on the half eaten twinkie he drops earlier. Flying through the air >>>>>> >>>>>>>>> >>>> kinda like a skyhawk >>>>>> , the Bum finds his bald head rendevous with the buried chest . The chest wins and the Bum is knocked out cold !!!!!!!!
Poetic justice? The Keep Your Beach Clean Squad does have a right to think so. Or could it be some matey put a pox ()on the Dead Man’s Chest, that it is cursed , never to be opened again ?? What about the Beach Bum , will he ever come to? Will he ever get his hands on the chest contents?? And what exactly is inside that chest???
To find out, you will have to cross over to the Twilight Zone again next week for Part 2, same time, same T-Z Channel. And don’t forget to lock all your doors and windows, if you don’t want the spirits of the Dead Man’s Chest pay you a visit tonight, because you have just been to the Twilight Zone……… ARRRR!!!!!
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest--
...Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=89BlFxuyqYQ
www.youtube.com/watch?v=srI1VsRDytw
Yikes , was he calling me a bum ? , well he some how now is on a island lost at sea ?? wonder why |
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of open mind 
in the fog of London comes tales of ghosts , of lads , of lassies of a mecca place , once you enter the zone you may be in a maze . Tickets $5.oo per head ( round 
) $8.oo for ( flat 
) no charge Admin only 
, thickheads 
or coneheads 
?
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. As he continues to work the grids while washing down the twinkies with grog, suddenly there is a LOUD ping, LOUDER than any pings he has ever heard. WHOA, he thinks to himself, what could that be…… could it be JACKPOT?! 
>>>>>> , the Bum finds his bald head rendevous with the buried chest 
. The chest wins and the Bum is knocked out cold 
)on the Dead Man’s Chest, that it is cursed 
?? What about the Beach Bum