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Just for your info, Bitter, but this is between me and thou and no-one else, I work in the wine business. Just like my noble grandparents in Voivodina/Banat. ( Just wondering, have you driven through there lately? Wondering because you do seem to get round and about and away from the cultural strictures of the Romsey basalt - I presume - mansion.) Old Dee is really drinking Pinos Cleen under another label - he probably thinks it's retsina in disguise - by the way. Have that on good authority. Never envy the free tipples of your neighbor, I always say, you don't know what brand of tipple they are really consuming. It could also be called Pinos Envy. And, as for that pretentious Onanist Moonshine Shadow, or, Moonie as you call him, he doesn't even know how to spell Kulture in English. Disregard anything he says. And, remember, volume is volume, whether it's metric or supine, or perpendicular. My motto is, Don't let Pseuds confiscate any of my 3 or so remaining brain cells.Think about it and I encourage you to emulate that state of karma.

Yes, James Joyce told me in his quaint Irish Brogue that, basically, she was a swell gal. Perhaps you may have had an affair with Ezra Pound? Now, there was a sharp mind...

Not sure about taste though. To even contemplate an affair with Gertrude is an un-abideable abomination. Mind boggling juxtapositions.

Never too early. I have learnt from history. I am a forlorn prophet on Demonland.

We have enough fronts already. That's the lesson of Napoleon's retreat, not to mention the ignominy of Barbarossa. Also, I remind you, winter is approaching. Going to war at the MCG in thongs and a T Shirt is no longer appropriate battle wear.

Looks like Abu Dhabi to me. Do you fly Emirates?

Where is your humpy?

Oi Weh damaged.

Sure was. Loved the vestments. Ringing de bell. I stopped being a Catholic in 1965. Understood that when you go to hell for eating a meat pie on a Friday one week and it's ok the next week things are crook on Tallarook.

Ya, from 1961 till 1967. Vice captain Cricket Team, the greatest living German cricketer at the time, won Bowling Average, All Rounder Trophy, opened the batting as well, We lost one game in five years, including beating Assumption twice in a fortnight. Also played First 18.

As the imported priest at Rupertswood intoned, 'Everbody knows a masticator!' The whole chapel cringed.

That's onanism, as you well know, a sin. You have had a very sad upbringing. Perhaps it is a pity you weren't stolen, which is not a German Christmas cake.

I doubt very much that he is from Bohemia.

Or like an isosceles triangle, perhaps?

Is that the pet dachshund or what?

Is that like a Phucket list? I'm confused. I am an innocent lad brought up in North Sunshine, Albion, Sunbury - the dreaded Salesians where I became the world's greatest cricketer - and all this from the humble origins of Klagenfurt and Rischweiller. You must agree I have come a long f...king way. To what avail? What, to end up on this site of whachko screwballs exchanging flatulence like platitudes, all under the smoko screen that we follow the same team the noble Barassi once played for? Then again, though I have mixed with prime ministers, presidents, headmasters, goons and gangsters, Bond-like entrepreneurs, Academy award winners, the greatest almost Grange-like wine makers of this fair land, attended dinners hosted by Premiers of this state in honour of the literary capabilities of my Polish born wife, I come back to this site, mainly to cross swords with the Prodees and the Wreckers and the Biffmen who forget that the church of Demons is a multi denominational and multi gendered and multi cultured. We won't even mention the LGBTIKHGFK word.

This 'topic' is like Sodom and Gomorrah. Shame on you pillars of salt!

Shouldn't that be peversevering with? Can't you spell any more, are your brain cellulites still up the river with Kurz and the pound of butter?

You mean Again.

I'll bet my bottom buck you wont hear any Kantainisms out of that place.

Is Kantianism worser than Onanism? Please let me know and I promise I'll attempt to give up the less worser.

Mr Misunderstood. I rest my cases.

Phew.

Always knew you were one of us, a friggin genius. I still despise your slant on history. You should stop reading Biggles.

Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we diet.