Bitter but optimistic

A car from Borewood!! Probably beige. Who would steal that?

A good case could be made for a choirboy to have a part in the above dialogue.

Anyone in Sydney last night? Big night!

I've been wondering since I read this post Red how to comment in an appropriate way - or in a way that would not get me banned. For reasons best not mentioned (but funny) the notion of full bladders brings pregnant women to mind. I'll leave it go.

Taking advantage of others always gives one a warm inner glow.

BTW - the latest update on Biffen. He is apparently using some of his "funds" to buy building materials from a place called Fiskville and is onselling them to a builder who is renovating a child minding centre. I don't get it but Biff is very excited about the profits involved.

The wagon has derailed, however, you are correct about my victory Moonie. I haven't heard from the Peach Forest boy so I can only assume he is licking his ...err wounds and will not challenge a real farmer again.

I am trying to post a photo (780kb) but it is rejected as too large (no jokes please). Could one of you resident experts explain this please?

Have a good laugh you DH's but Uncle Bitter, as usual, was in front of the game. Being a man of the land and in touch with the elements ( and also some boy scout experiences), I anticipated inclement conditions. Therefore I had packed a large tarp 3x4 metres, so myself and my delightful company were quite cozy. Well at times a little too cozy as, despite remaining off the booze, I had rather embarrassing flatulence. Must have been the lentil salad. Forty five minutes to decamp from the carpark also put the dampener on an otherwise terrific evening.

Only one day of this February foolishness to go. Ive spent this evening wandering among my favourite bottles of Shiraz. I caressed their slender necks and playfully fondled their cute skimpy labels and ..... er well as I said one day to go. Wonder how Jizz is holding out. Can I claim a comprehensive victory for the real farmers?

I'm back on the grog at one second past midnight on Saturday. As it happens, I'll be going to the Eagles concert at Hanging Rock that very same night. Just wondering if a certain winery in that vicinity has late cellar door sales?

Have a smoke to celebrate Jizz!

Your thoughts have caused me some sleeplessness Earl Hood. I have a vision of a drug crazed and rabid Biffen leading a frenzied mob of addicts,prostitutes,illegal immigrants, abused asian brides and general malcontents in trying to steal what rightly belongs to the privileged class. While the lads and I would do our bit manning the barricades, the very body odour of such a bunch of maniacal Bolshies would be overwhelming. I could respond with a shot or two of fungal infection but it would be small jam indeed if they came close enough to use their extreme halitosis. We'd be done for. I'm sure Tony has a plan for such contingencies but, if not, we'll have to look to our wise correspondent Mr Dolt . Anyway, I'm off to the club for a tonic.

Well the err ..... the old prostate is a little worse for wear dc. A question Earl Hood (just between you and me). Do these reminisces of better times help you through particularly traumatic moments when the shock and disappointment surrounding WYL's gong rears into your consciousness?

Another week and I'm back on the turps - happy days! I wonder how the Girly Farmer from Peach Forest is going?

You started off trying to be reasonable and...................... you almost pulled it off.

You couldn't help yourself - just had to slip that one in.

Your denial seems a little limp - on the face of it anyway.

No I stopped that card. But I least did Biffen a good turn, he used it for a number of medical appointments. Specialists in "relaxation" and there were some Asian associations - herbalists I think.

Who's paying?

Still going I see Jizz. Now here is something to reflect on. At the end of this month, I'm back on the pizz and will be enjoying slurping it down more than ever. You on the other hand have to give up those smooth relaxing ciggies for ever. Just think Jizz , that beautiful post breakfast smoke with the cuppa - gone for ever. Go on Jizz have a final one. You want to. Go on, one wont hurt.

Get any (rain) in Borewood daise? Maybe wash some of the beige away?

No Man, I'll happily return to my over indulgent habits and my usual nom de plume!

The lads are quite immoderate in their habits, however, I have not noticed them brewing up as much mate as usual.

Now don't be a fl og Ethan! Half of my posts are "truly ridiculous " so don't encourage people to think that particular category is in anyway misguided!