"Obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it"
Let's hope this is an accurate description of the mood of Falmer residents come 9 a.m. - is there a duck pond in Falmer?
Around the duck pond we grimly mope
Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again
And one more doomed time and without much hope
Going round and around to nowhere
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Where do we go now but nowhere?
Yes, you can 'ave yer bloody stadium.Now will you please stop sending me flowers and Valentine's cards,me missus thinks I've got another woman-
(hopefully)Our illustrious Deputy Prime Minister
This day is called the feast of Falmer: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Falmer. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Falmer:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Falmer’s day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household words Mark Mcghee, Cullip and Oatway, Carpenter and Hart, Kuipers and Knight, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Falmer shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in Brighton now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Falmer's day.