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Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.


It's still winter which means that we still have our guests parked down outside my work. Yes, the Norweigan-owned (but Australian-leased) Aurora Australis and our French friends on L'Astrolabe are still hanging about waiting for that pack ice to break up before they head back down south to throw rocks at penguins conduct important Antarctic studies.

Time for the Sunday Top Five! Today, I've opted for the not at all clumsy Top Five Countries That If They Were People I'd Invite To A Party:
1) India: they can bring the food.

2) Finland: they can bring the girls.

3) Jamaica: they can bring the groove.

4) The Czech Republic: they can bring the beer.

5) Western Samoa: they can man the door and keep out the undesirables (I'm looking at you Wales...)

Comments

Roddy said…
Do I not notice a hint of bias there somewhere?
It is of course open to ones tastes and preferences.
Valerie said…
I'm going on another Aurora next week, it's a mite prettier though
Priyanka Khot said…
Hahahahha.. i like the reason for inviting India. Food is what defines our existence... apart from snake charmers of course.

BTW, what is your take on the Australian govt publishing a guideline for Indian students, who go down under to study?

Most of us up here believe that it is the violent natives who need to be educated.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I am always impartial.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, the saddest part of that whole fiasco is that there are too many unscrupulous expatriate Indians who are happy to exploit the vulnerabilities of their compatriots who often face a difficult time.

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