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Things are looking up at the Theatre Royal. Campbell Street, Hobart. November 2010.

Lists and numbers, numbers and lists.

Off the top of my head, here is a four by four [4 X 4]:

Four Movies I Could Watch Again and Again:
  • The Thin Red Line

  • Flying High (US title: Airplane)

  • The Outlaw Josey Wales

  • Finding Nemo


Four Authors I Enjoy:
  • Ernest Hemingway

  • Heinrich Böll

  • Pat Barker

  • Andrey Kurkov


Four Places I Have Travelled To:
  • London

  • Berlin

  • Prague

  • Stanley


Four of My Favourite Foods:
  • Pizza

  • Gulyás

  • Hot chips

  • Cheese!
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Roddy said…
The only 4x4 I have is the car I drive.
24 November 2010 at 19:40
smudgeon said…
When you've been to Stanley, there isn't a lot left in the world to see!
24 November 2010 at 20:50
Carola said…
You know I like lists, but 4 is a hard decision:

Here my 4 (x2)

Four Authors I Enjoy:
Cees Nooteboom
Sten Nadolny
Paul Theroux
Günter Grass

Four Places I Have Travelled To:
Manaus
Townsville
Beijing
Vancouver
25 November 2010 at 03:43
Julie said…
Here is my 4 (/2)

Pollies in speedos:
Tone
Ted

Pollies never in speedos:
Joolia
Anna

Pollies in lycra:
Tone
KK

What have YOUR pollies done??!
28 November 2010 at 21:27
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Jen has one now.

Me, absolutely!

Carola, Cees Nooteboom is like Calvino to me. Just can't get into it...

Julie, I saw the Premier today. He was eating lunch.
29 November 2010 at 13:36
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