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Computer says no I'm afraid. I was out earning a crust.
Edited by Pugugly on 27/01/2009 at 22:57
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How disappointing, we were all hoping you were visiting your dad......
;-)
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'the computer says *****'
That was nothing to what I said, believe you me... two paras of deathless prose sacrificed to one harmless word and in a quote from a fortnightly Private Eye heading at that... surely computer could be programmed to substitute the asterisks or 'pink fluffy ovoids' or something similar just for the offending word... perhaps though it is programmed to discipline those regarded as a bit free-spoken... talk about pearls before swine I mean ... mumble burp...
Edited by Webmaster on 28/01/2009 at 00:51
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Having recovered from my rage at *****, what was thrown out was an impression of what it's like for someone who needs two pairs of spectacles to see the street name and the mobile, which is inaudible to a person of 70 in a busy street anyway, and dropping one of the three machines one has to have to do this (one mobile, 2 prs specs) at intervals while getting the very long numbers wrong, pressing the wrong keys on the mobile and shouting: 'What! What!' at what is in fact a record in council HQ that goes on remorselessly with its recording stuff. A damn insult to anyone over 17 if you ask me.
And to think (I ended) that we used to complain about having to put sixpences - yes darlings, two and a half pee pieces - in the virginal grey meters of yore...
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As for the Great Wen, so distasteful for a while when one is rid of it, and ill-making though it undoubtedly is, I am afraid I have it in my bones being by Bow Bells definition a true Cockney but brought up in other places. In the end no doubt I will live elsewhere if still alive, but I am in no hurry. I have been here 50 years now not counting the first year of my life, and have a sort of affection for it knowing many of its ways.
Goodness though, how clean the streets were down under. On my return I expected the usual wall-to-wall rubbish tip here, but it was cleaner than I remembered, even the chewing-gum stipple of our pointillist lumpenproletariat washed clean on the pavements by recent rains and frosts, white instead of black. No doubt though the chip papers and McDonald boxes will reappear with warmer weather.
Or perhaps people are practising Aussie-style civic-mindedness for the Olympics?
Nah. They're just staying in because of the cold.
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