What happened was not pleasant but I can understand the emotion of our fans.
Speaking of pleasant memories, I can think of nothing as refreshing as a visit to Trumpets on the Bay.
Going, as I had to do, to the Leadership Conference as the representative of the M.F.D.P. was not pleasant; and I can well remember being astonished at the level of personal acrimony and pettiness that the liberal pols displayed.
I can be on some 500-mile off-road drive and discover something interesting at the bottom of a river, and that evening while I'm having a pleasant dinner I can be surfing the Web, finding an expert, getting in touch with that expert live and talking to him or her about what I'm seeing -- that to me is a good time.
In fact, I feel like the two judges have been given the wrong platform: they're chilled, calming, rather pleasant, and I can easily imagine them being a rather good watch on their own shows (as Manu once was, I seem to recall).
"Or does this make me hopelessly old-fashioned?" "By the way, my office in Bloomsbury is pleasant enough, but I can see why there's no play yet, it's tipping down," he adds.
As much as it breaks my heart that this summer is almost over, I like to work slowly into fall, and mixing pears with cheese is as pleasant a way as I can think of.
As a Brit who has observed the wide range of customer service experiences that this green and pleasant land can provide I can understand that some might be a little cynical about our ability to deliver a consistently high level of service during the great event but I think the volunteering aspect changes the dynamic a lot.
Anyone who thought, as Lucretius did, that it was a particular pleasure to gaze from shore at a ship foundering in wild seas or to stand on a height and behold armies clashing on a plain — "not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive what ills you are free from yourself is pleasant" — is not someone I can find an entirely companionable soul.
Oh give me such a 14ft pole with a forked end and let me loose on this interesting and pleasant work, so that I can catch and guide these freely waving shoots of the old climbing roses, and paint my picture with them "with upright spring! with downward swag!" in the heights of a yew tree, on one of those odds and ends of unclassified places about my home grounds.
