Jill in Alaska is blogging about how she's been bonked. Bonking in Alaska, it seems, is not what it is here.
I've been given a bottle of Armagnac at Sills Bend. Added gratefully to other presents including Kino Dendy tickets, Strokes and Warrant CDs, and of course the brilliance discussed in the previous post.
The sun is too beautiful, Southbank too tempting, writing policy papers has never been harder...
My Cup runneth over
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*A Melbourne Cup poem*
Pish posh
Splurge your dosh
On some flimsy fashion tosh
Plish plosh
Big fat drops
Til the grounds are all awash
Glug slosh
Splash...
2 days ago
2 comments:
'writing policy papers has never been harder...' ?
close your eyes and think of PayDay. Salmon is not cheap you know.
'bonking' in Alaska, is not what it is here" -
dunno about that Mao, up there it also means you are F*C*ED.
I loved George the chefs remarks:
"I've only bonked once and it taught me a lesson. ALWAY carry plenty of food or money to buy food on long rides.
I was on our local rail trail and bonked 20 miles from my car with no food or money and no cellphone. "
bloody Mr Lefty was up there too - I couldn't believe it. Is the heat here making everybody go virtually North?
I'm going back under the house where it's cool.
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