Yes, kleenair, it is. Nothing sinister or embarrassing, mind you, just a good clean break from a bad blogging habit. It's amazing what a little clear air will do for your vision. Can't believe I couldn't see how smoggy it had got :-) I'm a new man.
'Hand over' is progressing, Towack. There's a thread or two to be sewn-in from Ms Temepara's end, but everything's in place here and in Invers. I'll let you know.
Suz - chopper? Not likely! We're a hand-knitted town, one that builds it's main street from wattle'n'daub and it's bridge from flotasm, jetsam and driftwood - your fancy-pants hell-i-coptor on't be welcomed here, shattering our peace with its twirly bladey-thing. You must arrive on Shank's pony, like the rest of us. Mind you, Towack washed up on the beach in front of the mud-hut in which he now lives, so arrival by sea is acceptable to the town's Council of Elders (of which, naturally enough, I am one). Once you've accepted our 'ways', including the requirement to train for the coming war with the West Coast, you'll find this town's a doozy!
Chillax Rob, it's constructed with bamboo and hemp and runs on recycled McDonalds fat drippings, and Terry has very cleverly got the blades to churn out Kumbaya.
I watched the Wicker Man a few nights ago. Is it a bit like that?
The new version or the old? The most recent is rubbish. The original is what our town is based on (you'll have noted the orchard theme, if you watched the original.) Big ups to Terry for his appropriate technologies'. If I see a predator drone overhead, that looks like it was carved from a bar of Sunlight soap, I'll know where it's come from.
Take no notice of Towey, Suz. He addled his brain way back when. His 'sentry at the gate' routine is mostly in his head, though he has been seen out some evenings, with his wooden gun and patched sailor-suit (from his childhood, though with a stitch here, a leg-extension there, you'd hardly know it wasn't a real one). Most locals smile benignly at his strutting and those who don't know him guess from the curious clucking sounds he makes in the back of his throat and the set of his wonkey eye, that he's harmless enough. That said, I wouldn't mention the Lord when he's got his 'radiata rifle' in his hand - he's liable to try to evangelize you with it. Play it safe - talk trucks.
That's all well and good Rob, but unfortunately Terry and I are licensed rifle owners, crack-shots, and ask questions later, kinda folk. (not to mention quern-stone makers) See, we'd fit right in!
I've become quite fond of Towey in a cyber-space kind of way; would hate to inadvertently battle with him.
Terry's also an expert in all things mechanical, and would charm the tin pants off your in-laws Towack. Trust me!
We've already been down the six-fingered banjo player route, Towack and it upsets Shunda, so I didn't want to lift that scab again ...I guess it's a Coast thang!
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What are the 7 stars for?
Glad you asked Bio...not being kin and all, didn't like to ask.
Just hoping he wasn't suspended from Chambers for a week!
He works?
Bio - being a good boy.
Suz - by my thumbs.
Anonymous - like an expensive watch.
(Robert)
It is how many days he has not indulged himself in what ever he is addicted to. I did this myself when I gave up smoking.
Yes, kleenair, it is. Nothing sinister or embarrassing, mind you, just a good clean break from a bad blogging habit. It's amazing what a little clear air will do for your vision. Can't believe I couldn't see how smoggy it had got :-)
I'm a new man.
What is happening about the 'hand over a hundy'? Any plans for the Riviera.
Now you've got your profile up Towey, I see what you mean about letting us enter the town, what with you being the self-appointed sentry.
Of all my many and varied faults and flaws, I'm hoping "sanctimonious plonker" isn't one of them.
Anyway we'd probably arrive by helicopter :)
'Hand over' is progressing, Towack. There's a thread or two to be sewn-in from Ms Temepara's end, but everything's in place here and in Invers. I'll let you know.
Suz - chopper? Not likely! We're a hand-knitted town, one that builds it's main street from wattle'n'daub and it's bridge from flotasm, jetsam and driftwood - your fancy-pants hell-i-coptor on't be welcomed here, shattering our peace with its twirly bladey-thing. You must arrive on Shank's pony, like the rest of us. Mind you, Towack washed up on the beach in front of the mud-hut in which he now lives, so arrival by sea is acceptable to the town's Council of Elders (of which, naturally enough, I am one).
Once you've accepted our 'ways', including the requirement to train for the coming war with the West Coast, you'll find this town's a doozy!
Chillax Rob, it's constructed with bamboo and hemp and runs on recycled McDonalds fat drippings, and Terry has very cleverly got the blades to churn out Kumbaya.
I watched the Wicker Man a few nights ago. Is it a bit like that?
The new version or the old?
The most recent is rubbish. The original is what our town is based on (you'll have noted the orchard theme, if you watched the original.)
Big ups to Terry for his appropriate technologies'. If I see a predator drone overhead, that looks like it was carved from a bar of Sunlight soap, I'll know where it's come from.
yep, our town is so hick we's been thinkin of renaming our river the Cahulawassee.
I saw ones of them chopter things once, stopped smokin that stuff strait aways.
Does it have seal skin hubcaps?
By the way Suz, just sneak into town from the North route, both RG and I will both miss your grand entrance
Sheesh..so much for Southern hospitality!!
Shoulda known it was just an urban myth.
Take no notice of Towey, Suz. He addled his brain way back when. His 'sentry at the gate' routine is mostly in his head, though he has been seen out some evenings, with his wooden gun and patched sailor-suit (from his childhood, though with a stitch here, a leg-extension there, you'd hardly know it wasn't a real one). Most locals smile benignly at his strutting and those who don't know him guess from the curious clucking sounds he makes in the back of his throat and the set of his wonkey eye, that he's harmless enough. That said, I wouldn't mention the Lord when he's got his 'radiata rifle' in his hand - he's liable to try to evangelize you with it. Play it safe - talk trucks.
That's all well and good Rob, but unfortunately Terry and I are licensed rifle owners, crack-shots, and ask questions later, kinda folk. (not to mention quern-stone makers) See, we'd fit right in!
I've become quite fond of Towey in a cyber-space kind of way; would hate to inadvertently battle with him.
Terry's also an expert in all things mechanical, and would charm the tin pants off your in-laws Towack. Trust me!
'tin pants' Ha!
"Comes from a well-known trucking family, my missus!"
Actually, sadly her family is more into trains, her dad being a 'train spotter' an all.
And anyway RG, I wouldnt have a radiata rifle, would rather use some Maunka, it smells better....
Both yas missed the 'Cahulawassee' clue - thought you might know it RG, being one of the 'tree folk' and all
We've already been down the six-fingered banjo player route, Towack and it upsets Shunda, so I didn't want to lift that scab again ...I guess it's a Coast thang!
I guess it makes us coasters squeal like a, a, a, ahhhhhh um, like a weka
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