Island Life: Dairy dairy me.
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Suckertorte? isn't that debt by another name?
(woohoo - my first witticism on one of David's postings).
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like working for a booze company, or a PR company or writing speeches for politicians, you really let your self in for that one David :)
When you put it all in in sentence like that ...
I was trying to work out where to fit "repo man" in all that.
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Schwarzwaldkirschetorte
I think I am in love.
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Schwarzwaldkirschetorte
I think I am in love.
Mmmm, far too tempting...
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Oh, the missed potential in cake names. Wattaiwestorte; Wittiretorte...
[And David's point still stands: he did say less weaselly, not non -weaselly professions.] -
Weasels ripped my flesh...
after torts and twenty twenty hindsight...
I can still see the Vic Uni Cafe Toy Love gig...
It was the one where we had the great idea of gaffering the leads from the desk to the stage on to the ceiling - without giving a moment's thought to the result of far too many bipeds in the grip of fierce hormonal tides and under the influence of whatever could be ingested, all busily converting perfectly good oxygen to carbon dioxide...
there is no respite from respiration and its unbinding effect on complex adhesive molecules in such a green house...mid way thru the gig the leads started drooping (dare I say slackly) into the heaving and seething noisome miasma formerly known as the cream of the youth of the Wellington...
a fearsome prospect for the abnormally puny roadie that i then was - but there was nothing for it but to wade over the event horizon and into the sucking maw of metafused humanity, with a ladder, hammer and nails...
my one lucid memory from atop the lofty vantage of my hopefully prophylactic ladder(aside from the chips of recently plastered roof almost falling where they may) was of Benny Levin grappling with a pubescent pogoing punk to retrieve his toupee...
...then frogs fell from the sky and the geometry went non-Euclidean, I was passing non-Platonic solids and....... and the rest remains thankfully hidden, my sanity slowly recovers to this day...
Sex and rugs and rock n roll
we're huddled together
in a bottomless whole...thanks for the Toy Love live vid link too
nice to the see the old daze as captured photons, (is it just me or does Chris look a lot like Frodo in that one, it's the ears!) and the links at the end led to the Tall Dwarfs fab Brain That Wouldn't Die - I was that brain lickin' hunchback - hadn't seen that for a coupla decades either...
....awww weren't we all young
sob!PS: thanks for sharing your dairy era
it's good to share...Anal Diezil
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Ah, torts - snail-in-the-bottle-of-lemonade anyone?
"passing non-Platonic solids"? Well, I really hope for your sake they werent dodecohedronic... -
One of the more useless yet pretty things I ever made at skool was a rhombicosidodecahedron.
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"passing non-Platonic solids"? Well, I really hope for your sake they werent dodecohedronic...
Maybe something like those remarkable cubic items that wombats produce. Someone who once had the dubious pleasure of having one sleep on the foot of his bed (in Tasmania, natch) told me how he vainly tried to catch it in the act to see how it did it.
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One of the more useless yet pretty things I ever made at skool was a rhombicosidodecahedron.
Not a rhombicosidodecahedron stool?
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Phuque, rofflenui!
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That would take one talented wombat.
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With, erm, a very strange digestive tract & anus-
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here come the warm bats...
Someone who once had the dubious pleasure of having one sleep on the foot of his bed (in Tasmania, natch) told me how he vainly tried to catch it in the act to see how it did it.
Holmes obviously the game is afoot stool
Alimentary, after going through
the motions, it's scatologicalhow it did it.
Rectum?
damn near killed him!
maybe not so muchnon-Platonic solids
as a "just not-good frenzy" of the behind
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Ian ! Using a very old joke that I used in a short story in the 1980s..but love the rest of it-
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Think of it as a fair dinkum tribute.
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how did the rest of that old story go?
(apologies for unwitting sampling or playedyerriddum he lithped)did it also include that classic punch line:
"with fronds like this, who needs enemas?"
let's shoot that round the Large Doremifasolotidodecahedron Collider
and see who splits themselves... -
given the shape of it - possibly-
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That would take one talented wombat.
With, erm, a very strange digestive tract & anus-
Not at all - every common wombat was doing it long before Plato applied his Fine Mind to such things. Now they're helping save Tasmania from the recession, tho hopefully our six-toed cousins haven't yet heard of kopi luwak.
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Was it something I said?
Marsupial bottoms aside - just wondering why this thread
has unravelled / stalled ?
(and David Haywood's and Emma Hart's as well)
nothing added for two, almost 3, days ?or is this normal ?
now that the age of the Dairy is waning
and we live in a mall mall worldyrs
Mr Fide -
Fits and starts, Ian, apparently normal hereabouts.
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Most threads seem to quiet down over the weekend unless there's some burning issue at stake.
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Witchcraft, for instance.
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(and David Haywood's and Emma Hart's as well)
And have you seen Alan Bollard in the last couple of days? Draw your own conclusions.
I've been rushed off my feet what with the cow-cursing and the group sex. Keeping Christchurch interesting is a full-time job.
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And that lawn was sure chilly.
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