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A real diplomat is one who can cut his neighbor's throat without having his neighbor notice it.

Tasmanian badlands. Somewhere on the Midland Highway (around Bothwell). February 2012. Sunday again and consider this week's Top Five a companion to last time . Thus, without further ado: My Top Five People Named Ezra! Ezra McCracken : Handsome devil heart-breaker-type... Ezra Jack Keats : Storybook hero... Ezra Pound : Angry fascist poet... Ezra Heywood : Free love socialist-type... Ezra the Scribe : Lead the Jews from Babylon-type...

Give me a woman who truly loves beer, and I will conquer the world.

I've opted for a "two for one deal" today, because I couldn't really make my mind up as to which image that I liked better. I am rather pleased with how these turned out, because I took them from a moving vehicle on our journey through the valley of love last weekend . Can you guess what they are? Those of you who are familiar with Tasmania's most excellent BEER would have no doubt jumped to your feet and shouted "MY GOD, I THINK THAT IT IS A FIELD OF HOPS!!!" If you did so, well done, they are precious hops. A crucial element to a successful amber liquid, Tasmania has the finest hops in the world . As we drove past, I did note a slight tremor in Jennifer's voice, and a speck of a tear on her cheek. As she has spent a the best part of the past three years pregnant and/or breastfeeding, she has forced herself to forgo what was once her favourite activity: getting out on the razzle .