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The past is never dead. It's not even past.


Pebbles. Water. Sunlight. I think that's all you need to have something halfway interesting. I took this one down in Salamanca, it's part of the statue/fountain combination dedicated to Abel Tasman and the Mighty Dutch Empire plucky little Koninkrijk der Nederlanden.

Time for Sunday Top Five!
Five Things Better Than The English Cricket Team
  1. Henry's toilet nous: we had another poo this morning.

  2. Ezra's standing abilities: not much falling over these days.

  3. Studly North West Coast swing bowlers: Hilfenhaus is the pick of the bowlers. How the poms wish that they could call up some Tasmanians! (Given that the past two English captains are South African, you wonder why they don't.)

  4. West Indian Scab Cricketers: the motley crew of strikebreakers are trouncing Bangladesh, and would no doubt wallop the pride of England (and Wales).

  5. Turnips: turnips are better than the English cricket team. Trust me.
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Roddy said…
Where is the past if it isn't gone? Same place as the pommie cricket team I guess.
12 July 2009 at 13:19
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I myself like this photograph. The world does not agree.
13 July 2009 at 14:42
Roddy said…
The picture bodes of wealth. I too am taken by it
13 July 2009 at 16:48
KL said…
Ahem!ahem...australian cricket team has lost all its lustures and glories...so you can't say exactly such things about English team :-D
17 July 2009 at 07:06
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