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All difficult things have their origin in that which is easy, and great things in that which is small.

Once, twice, three times a lady. Sandy Bay Veterinary Clinic, Russell Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011. So there was a man, and a woman. The man was quite fond of the woman. The woman tolerated the man. The man would buy the woman things. The woman accepted these gifts, but insisted that they were not at all necessary. She quite liked the flowers, resented the chocolate fudge but her favourite presents of all were the jewellery pieces. Glimmering brooches, glittering ear-rings and nifty necklaces designed to showcase a dangling décolletage . Indeed, it was the man's persistence in the fripperies of fashion that eventually convinced her to grant him certain amatory privileges reserved for only the most generous suitors. You can imagine her surprise when he knocked her back. It seems that he was only interested in her Wi-Fi connection. He was later spotted buying Lily of the Valley for a busty little librarian with a penchant for online gaming and watersports.

The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.

The question at hand. Russell Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011. Can a heart still break once its [ sic ] stopped beatin... Now, I'm no cardiac surgeon, but if a heart has stopped beating there is a mighty good chance that it already is broken! This reminds me of one of my favourite heartbreak songs that I thought I'd share with you, the Mountain Goats' paean to the dissolution of a marriage, No Children . What I really like most about this one is the almost joyful intensity of the vocal in the celebration of bitterness. As a sucker for a decent lyric, I reckon that this one is a beauty. I mean really I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die That's truth and beauty there.