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Judders old bean. aaarrrgghhh!!! Old BEAN
Ermm. You dont need to know what it
s all about, because (believe me), the more y know, the less y
ll know. Anything t`do with the winged wazzak wock, is best left to the good ol boys over there to sort out. Whacko man! Whacko!
Good night old buddy
vic
Wock,
You can have me as a lodger if you promise to take the ice out of the Jack Daniels.
If you want it chilled (recommended) keep in fridge or serve in frozen shot glasses.
Me and my shot glasses are available any time.
Paul
Oh, I see. The old sour mash. Sorry, the old premier sour mash. Favoured tipple of a variety of āMr Presidentsā and long deceased Mafia funded blue-eyed crooners. Donāt mind if I do Wock, old horseā¦erā¦pigeonā¦erā¦
I love snow. I think itās beautiful. It transforms urban ugliness into a graceful glittering splendour. Iāve not lived in a place where snow has a chance to become boring or mundane - or worse, so whenever I see it I am almost more excited than my girls.
You put the bottle and the shot glasses in the snow to āchillāā¦
PS: I went out to my truck this morning (brrr cold) and I got MOOed at by a bunch of cows. I donāt know if I should take that as a compliment or as a sign I need to lose a few poundsā¦
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Thatās just verbal abuse. Donāt listen to them. On the other hand, I was physically attacked by a squirrel last week. It sat in a sweet chestnut tree and threw a stick at me ā remarkably anti-social, given that all I was doing was walking home from work causing no trouble to anybody.
blackbirds can be really nasty too - ever been dive bombed by a mad black feathered torpedo?
Wock, when youāre young, being moooooo-ed at makes you mad. But by the time youāre my age, walking down the road and getting a moo makes you feel like a young heifer again.
Probably better than being moue-d at.
Hugh,
Given who it was aimed at, it probably was Mooooo mouuue mooooo mouuue
At first glance, it did look like mooned at at
Mooned at by a bunch of cows! doesn`t bear thinking about.
Generally speaking, the risks of mooning appear to outweigh the benefits.
Is the first literary reference to mooning to be found in Chaucer ⦠the Millerās Tale, I believe ⦠or was it the Reeveās tale in response? I think we need to know.
Mark
Regarding snow and winter: I love winter.* The way the world changes from summer to winter here in Vermont is like traveling to a new place without having to go anywhere. The sunlight changes. The forests change. The ground changes. The smell of the crisp air changes. Each snow fall creates a new world untrammelled by the footfalls of anyone else.
The cold provides a great excuse to build a cozy fire in the hearth. Christmas songs that refer to snow make sense and are almost relevant. The approach of winter makes each autumn day more splendid, makes me appreciate these days all the more.
*In the spirit of full disclosure, I must admit I wouldnāt mind if winter lasted two or three months instead of five.
One of the most beautiful Christmases I ever spent was in Vermont, with a group of actors in a big house surrounded by pine trees covered in snow. Canāt remember where exactly, but I do remember what was playing on the TV after lunch: White Christmas (whose finale is set in a hotel at a place called Pine Tree in Vermont, with the snow falling, and yes, Bing singingā¦)
I wonder if winter would seem less daunting if there was more than 10 hours of sun light? It is dark when I go to work and dark when I come home. No windows in the office. No smoking so no smoke breaks.
The truth, is nearly always self evident. A lie just hangs around waiting to be discovered.
youtube.com/watch?v=DvN6tYGw ⦠re=related
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Happy Fall Verm
But Windows 7 soon, surely?
That should brighten things up nicely.
We are still XP and the official stance is that we will not be going to 7 any time soon. Got to love it when bean counters make technical decisions.