The semi rural rustique mayoral Ceremony where some wag; after being introduced to the town Mayor says, “The Mayor eh? Wanna watch out for my horse; he hasn’t seen a mare in months”.
Truly, Life is too Short, and as my Master, Bob Robson, Who had a hand in writing This One might say, after he has passed his Left hand over te Crikey thus absorbing all useful information, but b4 his appointment with the shadow banking system BCCI, extant and with another name, and a nod to Kissinger “See you at the Grove. Wear red, You unnerstand Me???!! I’ll be arrayed in Purple and wear the clothes of Aaron.” –tis but a peacely piece this niceness. We hope it catches on before We (several) install the Apocalypse. Oh yes, I know, collateral damage with a capital C.
Still… some of the lives our little brown andd swarthy brothers weren’t worth living anyway. Rilly?
“He was so impressed He bought the company.”
Deleting and sundry wet work by Bob Robson
If you delete my comments –which are on topic–First Dog, otter guy, Bernard (Woof) Unclecorp will, no Roger will come looking for you. And you would not like it.
te hagh pe pe tee other stoof gotochicagomakemoney.blogspot.com.munist eh, Pancho
where is your skull at? The Lord Pan don’t te leave much: He even eats the bones. te oh well.
The quarterly dance ritual with the electricity bill when it turns up in the post. First movement – after the initial sinking feeling, the futile attempt to hide it from yourself down the sofa, under the pile of Innovations catalogues, under the bag of dog biscuits. Second movement – the dawning realisation they’ll cut you off if you don’t pay and a frantic search for the blasted thing. Third movement – slowly opening it at arms’ length as if its contents will hurt less at 1m distance. Fourth movement – shock, anger, betrayal, disbelief, interrogation of anyone in the house, blaming everyone else in the house, blaming the dog, the cat, the weather. Fifth movement – slump, sighing, crumpled, pay the bill. Final movement – cheer up by realising it’s all over for 12 weeks, get a beer, read a cartoon.
Thanks, MESKI. That explains why my winter doona is too hot (in winter).
I might send it to Canada, it’s always bloody cold up there.
My summer doona masquerades as a light cotton sheet.
In the Blue Mountains, to stop everything we hold dear turning blue, a summer doona is mandatory for all but the 48 weeks of winter; the other season that we get.
59 thoughts on “Remember when, neither do I. But what if we did?”
drmick
February 16, 2012 at 12:36 pmThe semi rural rustique mayoral Ceremony where some wag; after being introduced to the town Mayor says, “The Mayor eh? Wanna watch out for my horse; he hasn’t seen a mare in months”.
Bob Robson
February 16, 2012 at 1:38 pmAfterword by Jonathan Marwood.
Truly, Life is too Short, and as my Master, Bob Robson, Who had a hand in writing This One might say, after he has passed his Left hand over te Crikey thus absorbing all useful information, but b4 his appointment with the shadow banking system BCCI, extant and with another name, and a nod to Kissinger “See you at the Grove. Wear red, You unnerstand Me???!! I’ll be arrayed in Purple and wear the clothes of Aaron.” –tis but a peacely piece this niceness. We hope it catches on before We (several) install the Apocalypse. Oh yes, I know, collateral damage with a capital C.
Still… some of the lives our little brown andd swarthy brothers weren’t worth living anyway. Rilly?
“He was so impressed He bought the company.”
Deleting and sundry wet work by Bob Robson
If you delete my comments –which are on topic–First Dog, otter guy, Bernard (Woof) Unclecorp will, no Roger will come looking for you. And you would not like it.
te hagh pe pe tee other stoof gotochicagomakemoney.blogspot.com.munist eh, Pancho
where is your skull at? The Lord Pan don’t te leave much: He even eats the bones. te oh well.
fractious
February 16, 2012 at 1:44 pmThe quarterly dance ritual with the electricity bill when it turns up in the post. First movement – after the initial sinking feeling, the futile attempt to hide it from yourself down the sofa, under the pile of Innovations catalogues, under the bag of dog biscuits. Second movement – the dawning realisation they’ll cut you off if you don’t pay and a frantic search for the blasted thing. Third movement – slowly opening it at arms’ length as if its contents will hurt less at 1m distance. Fourth movement – shock, anger, betrayal, disbelief, interrogation of anyone in the house, blaming everyone else in the house, blaming the dog, the cat, the weather. Fifth movement – slump, sighing, crumpled, pay the bill. Final movement – cheer up by realising it’s all over for 12 weeks, get a beer, read a cartoon.
Meski
February 16, 2012 at 2:44 pmWhy is everyone using boldface?
@IANJOHNNO1 – the correct Aussie use for a summer doona is to use it during the Aussie winter.
Meski
February 16, 2012 at 2:48 pmLooks like the website is having conniptions again. Oh PhU(|<, we weren't supposed to mention that, were we?
ianjohnno1
February 16, 2012 at 2:55 pmThanks, MESKI. That explains why my winter doona is too hot (in winter).
I might send it to Canada, it’s always bloody cold up there.
My summer doona masquerades as a light cotton sheet.
drmick
February 16, 2012 at 3:31 pmIn the Blue Mountains, to stop everything we hold dear turning blue, a summer doona is mandatory for all but the 48 weeks of winter; the other season that we get.
klewso
February 16, 2012 at 3:49 pmWhen I’m “baking”, I like to lick the spoon, but I flush the bowl.
fractious
February 16, 2012 at 4:59 pm@ SHOE, Innocent – Hakea teretifolia
http://pics.davesgarden.com/pics/2009/11/08/kennedyh/3ae010.jpg
Meski
February 16, 2012 at 5:16 pm@Holden:
August? It’s a cupid stunt.
Wonder if I can turn italics on for everyone.