Which British MP never took the oath or entered Parliament, and ultimately starved to death less than a month after being elected?
EDIT: And it wasn't Cyril Smith, before any of you make that quip
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Cardinal Sin
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How quickly daft jumping zebras vex. (30 letters)
Two driven jocks help fax my big quiz. (30 letters)
Quick Baz, get my woven flax jodhpurs. (30 letters)
"Now fax quiz Jack!" my brave ghost pled. (30 letters)
Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack. (29 letters)
Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim. (29 letters)
Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim. (29 letters)
Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow. (29 letters)
Sex-charged fop blew my junk TV quiz (29 letters)
Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps (28 letters)
Bawds jog, flick quartz, vex nymphs. (28 letters)
Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex. (28 letters)
Fox nymphs grab quick jived waltz. (28 letters)
Brick quiz whangs jumpy veldt fox. (28 letters)
Glib jocks quiz nymph to vex dwarf. (28 letters) (Used by Pol vanRhee for Typography class examples)
DJs flock by when MTV ax quiz prog. (27 letters)
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
Two driven jocks help fax my big quiz. (30 letters)
Quick Baz, get my woven flax jodhpurs. (30 letters)
"Now fax quiz Jack!" my brave ghost pled. (30 letters)
Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack. (29 letters)
Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim. (29 letters)
Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim. (29 letters)
Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow. (29 letters)
Sex-charged fop blew my junk TV quiz (29 letters)
Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps (28 letters)
Bawds jog, flick quartz, vex nymphs. (28 letters)
Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex. (28 letters)
Fox nymphs grab quick jived waltz. (28 letters)
Brick quiz whangs jumpy veldt fox. (28 letters)
Glib jocks quiz nymph to vex dwarf. (28 letters) (Used by Pol vanRhee for Typography class examples)
DJs flock by when MTV ax quiz prog. (27 letters)
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
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Istenem
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Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex.
that is a phenomenal feat of wordsmithery.
it makes absolute perfect sense even down to the nuance and syntax.
and i have come to like that boy named sue song since i changed my name, it is emotional.
anyway, if it is my turn would somebody pls do the honours?
ta
that is a phenomenal feat of wordsmithery.
it makes absolute perfect sense even down to the nuance and syntax.
and i have come to like that boy named sue song since i changed my name, it is emotional.
anyway, if it is my turn would somebody pls do the honours?
ta
nobody ever wins on those things.
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stuart4010
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Shamelessly stolen from Wikipedia...ZAX wrote:Not Italy. Having said that, not sure why the azzurri play in blue tbh. Probably another q in there!stuart4010 wrote:I believe it's Italy - hence the colour of their national teams football strip??
"Light blue was the colour of the royal house of the Kingdom of Italy. In its first two matches, the Italian national team wore white shirts with shorts from the club of each player; the azure shirts were introduced in the third match."
I knew I was in the right area.