Up Front: P.A. Story
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an incidental character with name suppression who has a wonderfully confused theory about the uniquely western origin of Art.
And if at all possible, Eric Clapton armed with a spray can, or at least someone who claims he saw that.
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Lilith __, in reply to
hence the “red zone”
I quite like the idea of the city having erogenous zones. As well as orogenous ones.
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recordari, in reply to
It beats "It was a dark and stormy night" hands down.
You mean 'stromy'? Polish for steep and hilly.
The Stromy Approach to Garbled Ale.
ETA: We need a punster publican, pouring pernicious pints.
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Jeremy Andrew, in reply to
We need a punster publican, pouring pernicious pints.
Paging Mr Callaghan, Mr Mike Callaghan...
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nzlemming, in reply to
Quiet! The Spiders will come...
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or maybe a suburb with name suppression and a mental obsessed with removing all the H-es from our language.
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recordari, in reply to
Is that similar to what happens hearings when people make oral submissions?
You're trying to actually kill me, aren't you?So when you write in the forward 'In the Oral Tradition', you mean something else? Just to be clear.
#MaorifyNZ
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I was just saying to my daughter as we drove out to the Dowse today that Thorndon Overbridge sounds like a great name.
So, yeah.
The Reverend Thorndon Overbridge was frustrated. The need to read the gospel to fallen women was building, but the red zone appeared empty of the morally corrupt. He was already shaking after an encounter with some hulking street drinkers. One had importuned him. The Reverend offered the huge man a tea, which substitute had met with angry refusal.
Then in the distance, a pale bulk lolled.
Finally, his kind of siren.
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Lilith __, in reply to
Reverend Thorndon Overbridge
Perhaps we could Christchurchify it to Durham Overbridge?
ETA: and we MUST have a drunken Grand Chancellor in here somewhere, I think!
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Andre Alessi, in reply to
Then in the distance, a pale bulk lolled...
"...like a cat on the Internet."
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Heather Gaye, in reply to
a mental obsessed with removing all the H-es from our language
God, that'd make me eater.
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Lilith __, in reply to
Then in the distance, a pale bulk lolled…
“…like a cat on the Internet.”
or like that kitten that destroyed London in The Goodies ...
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I think the story should include some kind of quest or pilgrimage to find the Well of Punliness. AFAIK it's somewhere in Shirley. ;-)
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Isabel Hitchings, in reply to
and we MUST have a drunken Grand Chancellor in here somewhere, I think!
Oh lordy yes - he can stop people from ever being able to get on with stuff.
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Alice Ronald, in reply to
and we MUST have a drunken Grand Chancellor in here somewhere, I think!
in a fight with Copthorne Durham?
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Lilith __, in reply to
and we MUST have a drunken Grand Chancellor in here somewhere, I think!
in a fight with Copthorne Durham?
Or perhaps Durham Copthorne? Not to be confused with the Rev. Durham Overbridge!
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Greg Dawson, in reply to
Greg: would you care to be more specific about ‘what kind of dog collar’, or shall I just… “use my judgement”?
Well I was referring to the pastor-y tag, but if you want to go judgement day (or lay?) then collar it however you like.
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Alice Ronald, in reply to
Confuse away - cause for the fight?
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"Enlightenment came to Reverend Overbridge on the rugby field; nothing could ever be the same after that."
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Lilith __, in reply to
cause for the fight?
I was thinking they might have gone to different schools ;-)
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Look I was holding back, just in case someone gets there before me, it being a group thing an' all, but PAS Tory? Anyone?
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The ref knelt by the sick manatee, blowing his pink whistle.
It made a desolate squeaking.Nobody & nothing has responded to his SOSs
over the past night & day.
Sudddenly – glints! Reddish glints!
An anomalous someone was trudging over the misty liquifaction field towards them.
It seemed to be followed by a vast levitating cupboard.
It stopped 4 metres away.
“Yeah, kia ora?”
The glints came from a wild mass of scarlet curls.
The ref was stunned.
“Your… your…hair?”
“Nah yeah but – s’wig. Pinched it off the set of that film, To Tha- something. One a the janets. Got pockets in it.”
“Oh – they wouldnt happen to have a fish in them?” He sobs. “My friend here – ” poking at the manatee ” who saved my, well, y’know, is sooo hungry.”
“Nah.” The anomalous person scratched it’s wig. Several small scuttly things dropped out & died miserable deaths in the ooze. “Hold on a tic tho’ -” as it opened the cupboard and began groping about."Yesss!” holding up a wee translucent fish.” Here, yer mate can have it.”
The ref looked bitterly down at O. The huge manatee had shut it’s sad eyes.
“There’s about a tonne of it in there. Somewhere. We can all look eh?” -
Emma Hart, in reply to
Or perhaps Durham Copthorne? Not to be confused with the Rev. Durham Overbridge!
Simple. Copthorne Durham is obviously the Rev Thorndon Overbridge's secret super-hero identity. Yes, he's a hotel, and nobody notices... It's the dog collar.
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Andre Alessi, in reply to
The ref knelt by the sick manatee, blowing his pink whistle...
I smell a Nobel Prize! Or possibly the perfume of the manatee's tears.
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