Saturday, February 7
bushfires and bullets
Too busy to blog right now, what with dodging hazards, but all will be revealed. Back when the clairvoyant said I would die around now, I assumed he meant the black spot, not the burning bush or the assassin's bullet. As ion I think said, there's no point in worrying, because it'll turn out to be the bus back from the hospital after the all-clear that'll kill you.
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Albert? Is that still you? Is this about the possum in the roof again? Is it after you? Make a good horror movie, you geting eaten at night by a possum! Hotboy
ReplyDeleteI say!
ReplyDeleteDue to the dire situation in Jamaica, I have wired my immediate availability for England opening bat, number 3, number 5, allrounder, and third umpire. My only condition is that the drinks rules are relaxed a mite during the tea interval. I will need an assistant to carry my kit and guard (and serve) the MGTs (Doviko has no passport). Do you want to apply for the post?
MM III
Mingin'! That's my job. A life of service, that's the stuff! Hotboy
ReplyDeleteMingers, I'd take the job if I wasn't committed here to firefighting duties. Take hotters.
ReplyDeleteHotters - I never knew you had it in you to do something so useful. What next!