Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
Scotch on the rocks.
Straight up.
It ain't easy being two-and-a-half.
Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land
Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...
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Yep, scotch-on-rock in a hockey-ship cup wearing the English-cricket team (almost) jersey..now that's a life :-D.
My receipt for the tea - one bowl of sugar and a bit of hot water and a tea bag.
I got to hand to you, the titles that you come up with for your blog posts alone, make it worthwhile in stopping by.
What else do you feed him in that cute mug, by the way?
Henry's mop of hair is getting darker now, or is it just the light?