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Yawohl: then there's Brahms Haydn Variations, not to mention the diabolical Diabelli...And I might have included Elgar's Enigma Variations had he not written Land of Hope and Glory, and Gerontius - both works which are anathema to my sensitive soul. Uncle Bitters of the Romsely Manor would describe the latter works as egregious.

Variations von ein thema

Yawohl: ick - as JFK put it - bin NICHT ein Berliner.

ick bin nicht ein berliner!

I was a postie in Hawthorn in 1980. I quit after a German Shepherd, bounding along 100 metres ahead of its owner chased me round my bike. I kept yelling F.Off - it had worked with a German Shepherd once before, German, you know, they just follow orders - and when the owner casually sauntered up to us. He said. Don't yell at the dog - you'll frighten it.

I've spent a lot of time in that region - though not west of Menindie. In other words, Goolwa, Hindmarsh Island, the land across the lake on the western side of Raukann, reaching it via the road from the Wellington Punt north of Lake Alexandrina - beautiful country.

What I love most of all, is the Indigenous acknowledgement about the inter-connectiveness of all things, about respect for family, culture, language and history. We are missing that. It's why we make so many wars.

This brought buckets of rain to my eyes.

PRECISELY: IN THIS FANTASYLAND CALLED THE AFL, A PUNCH IS - WELL, JUST A FINE. BUT IF YOU TACKLE- WHICH IS PART OF THE GAME AND THE RULES, AND A PLAYER ACCIDENTALLY HITS HIS HEAD, WELL, NO, THAT'S SUSPENSION MATERIAL. WHAT UTTER HYPOCRITCAL CLAP!

And right on cue - I must be psycho, as one of my old girlfriends used to put it - the Mayor Of Romsey Mansion adds a like!!!!!!! I am pleased, very....

I note that the mayor of Romsey manor has not shown one iota of appreciation of our fabulous pooch!!!!

Due to the simple fact that as soon as my wife and I share a bed, it becomes a snoring contest. I have declared her the World Champion, and I have moved to a bed where we cannot hear each other snore. It's a move which many couples have discovered, saves marriages. Our pooch, Leila, a 4and a half year old girl, sleeps on her beds in what I call the Western Front, I.E at the western end of the passageway where our daughter resides. I call our Leila Bete Banc, our daughter is Betty Noir.

You'll all die young of Diabetes if you keep this addiction to sweet junk food up: then again, if the chocolate is dark....

Our magnificent pooch:

You started it with 'egregious'.

You are preaching to an ex postie!

I have a Swiss White Sheppherd: she is much, much better looking than your blanc pooches...And she's sweet and gentle not like yours. self described as 'Attack Dogs'. I know, they keep your Moyston Claret drinking citadel safe from marauding Romseyites.

Nah: too much hair.

That's way more succinct that the ambiguity of Maritime associations or sheer haughty naughtiness.

Is nautious a maritime word or a cute way of saying naughty?

Good point. As a matter of fact, it did occur to me when watching the replay that there are times in every game where the ball always seems to by played on the other wing - hence Langdon's relative quietness in the first half and Hunter's in the second half. The same probably applies to Chandler. I really love the way he plays, with heart and soul and great skill. So I take it back....

I suppose you wanna just go back to bananas and the preversions and decadence of the Romsey Manor. And I worked out last night - well, what else does one do when insomnia reigns, apart from reaching for yet another valium - that when you claim to be only drinking Top Shelf, that it was Moyston Claret, or Seaview Cab Sav. Am I write?

Wise gal, your mum.

Langdon did his deeds quietly and efficiently: agree about Chandler - 2 quiet games in a row...

Stole dem words straight out of my tryping fingers.