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It is certain, in any case, that ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have.


Coming back with crays. On the Derwent, as seen from Long Beach, Sandy Bay. September 2011.

The Lucky 33 Meme [part 1]!

1. Can you cook?
Absolutely!

2. What was your dream growing up?
Lots of beautiful women.

3. What talent do you wish you had?
Turning a blind eye.

4. Favourite place?
Home.

5. Favourite vegetable
The wonderfully durable potato.

6. What was the last book you read.
The Appointment by Herta Müller

7. What zodiac sign are you?
Taurus.

8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
Not one. Ever.

9. Worst Habit?
Groping my wife.

10. Do you personally know anybody on Blog?
Erm...

11. What is your favorite sport?
Sychronised jelly tickling.

12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
Realistic.

13. What would you do if you were stuck in an lift with someone of the opposite sex?
We would wait.

14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
My children were born very loud.

15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
I am nine percent blancmange.

16. Do you have any pets?
Only a wife and two children.

Comments

Roddy said…
I had my reply typed out, hit send and ...nothing!
We are swinging at anchor in Moreton Bay, Brisbane, Queensland and the link to the outside world breaks as we alter our heading. All too often.
Roddy said…
Only if they are deep fried or dipped in chocolate.

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