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It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place.


Another morning, another one of 10 Murray, another one of the moon in the sky. Are you sensing a pattern?

I am as busy as a Marxist beaver today, the masses against the classes and all that jazz. That said, I am making headway, so HURRAH COMRADE!

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Roddy said…
In a strange sort of way, I tend to like 10 Murray. The stark lines, and the moon enhances the building. It could almost be midnight at the South Pole.
The ladders? Do they actually go anywhere or do they stop at the top and bottom of each ledge?
19 August 2009 at 12:36
Vince said…
outrageous Marxiost rubbish.

Fabulous photo Krispy
19 August 2009 at 18:24
Vince said…
...or even *Marxist rubbish.

A fool and his typos are soon prated.

Speaking of Marxists, I've been listening to a CD (which no doubt you know) Billy Bragg and Wilco - Mermaid Avenue.
I love a particular track on it "The Unwelcome Guest" - good stuff, will be putting it in the play book.
19 August 2009 at 18:36
Valerie said…
Don't know what 10 Murray is but it looks intriguing. I do know about the 'daytime' moon though ... saw it on a recent cruise, never having seen it before.
20 August 2009 at 01:38
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, the ladders are to aid in suicide. Haven't you been listening?

Vince, you know that there are two volumes of those albums? I saw BB tour the first one (minus Wilco). He even did the Uni Bar, back when the Uni Bar had real music.

Valarie, 10 Murray is a
common theme here...
20 August 2009 at 11:24
Roddy said…
Perhaps I never heard! Do I hit myself over the head with them before jumping off the building? Suicide prevention or enhancement?
20 August 2009 at 18:44
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