When will Ramon's glasses be ready? When!? Can there be any better feeling, comrades, than standing in your living room, a glass of red in one hand, the last movement of the "Glorious Ninth" playing, watching a thunderstorm rolling across the northern sky and knowing you’ve already brought the washing in off the line?
I put it to you that there can not.
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Maybe being out on the veranda where you can smell it as well? Sometimes getting out into the midst of it can be pretty fun, too. Admittedly, that's more of a summer storm thing.
But if I was on the veranda Alex, then I couldn't be listening to the Glorious Ninth.
And I might spill some of the red.
But not a bad suggestion.
I'd always thought of you as more the "out in the field in your trusty Russian tractor desparately trying, along with the other members of the collective, to gather in the seasons crop in the face of the approaching storm" type.
Look at what you've become, Comrade!
Red wine!
Betthoven!
WINDOWS!!!
Mr E is right. For shame, Ramon!
BTW I went to the optometrist on Tuesday and my glasses will be ready by tomorrow. Tra la la
I thought of a better feeling. Being in possession of a gun and going to my neighbour's house and shooting their rooster (with the 'Glorious Ninth' playing and a thunderstorm in there). That would feel GREAT
Marx had windows.
And he liked Beethovan.
So there!
Squib, the optometrist is blaming my weird eyes.
Somewhere a young mother, haggard and aged beyond her years by hunger and hard work, has a single tear running down her pale weathered cheek as she explains to her ragged children "Comrade Insertnamehere has joined the bourgeoisie". "There will be no Lemons this year".
All lies put around by the Murdoch press!
I even gave some lemons to the tradie yesterday.
Lemons for all.
This isn't about Lemons, Ramon.
You want some lemons, Mr E?
Ok. It is about the Lemons. And Yes.
Where's Lewd these days? I thought 'Lisztomania' went 'like a rhi - like rhino' but there are no rhinos in the lyrics at all. I feel cheated!!
You work as an urgent wine deliverer, Witchy?
Journalists heed no weather warnings. So survIving the long drive home In the dark through high winds and driving rain without a towering eucalypt smiting my car (and, by extension, me) felt pretty good,
It's my second "off topic" in a week, but after one Banksy was painted over, now one is "stolen" from a meter box. Am I missing something? It's a stencil.
They're stencils worth shit-loads of money, Catlick.
No, I don't understand it either.
As far as I can tell, in the art world, it doesn't really matter if the work's any good, so long as the artist's sufficiently famous.
And I wouldn't feel too bad about going off topic, Catlick. I'm not even sure what the topic here is. The weather? Lemons? Ramon's glasses?
I'm not even sure what the topic here is.
I'm not too sure myself, Alex.
rhinos?
Ramon, I assume you'll be rushingout with the boy to see this kids' movie?
Speaking of rhinos, Squib, someone complimented me on my squirrel hair button today. Your market is growing here in the east.
Also, Boogey, marvellous film suggestion. I suspect we'll even hear Ramon's howls of despair from our more northerly locations.
He should take the Boy to see it while he hasn't got his glasses.
And yes squib, I often wear my hair buttons. As well as Darwin on my jacket. I love him. I even wore him to my daughter's Catholica school's parent night. I felt very cheeky.
Yerk!
I don't know which is the more horrifying; owls wearing feckin' armour or the Enya-like soundtrack.
Oh very good, Kettle and Melba. I am thinking of changing Darwin for Gallileo
Also, I am about to produce some very cute diorama necklaces that involve model railway deer and snow. Stay tuned
Excellent, Squib. I would like to put in an advance order for a Galileo badge and a diorama necklace.
Would it be possible to have a model railway deer diorama necklace minus the deer and with miniaturised railway equipment instead? I'm happy with the snow either way.
I'm wearing my Julia Gillard badge, Squib.
It is much admired.
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