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Jul. 2nd, 2007
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Jul. 2nd, 2007 07:29 pmIt seems somewhat unfair that, after getting thoroughly doused by a fenland monsoon in Cambridge, I caught the train up to Ely and got doused again, probably by the same vindictive bastard of a cloud.
I now have to go out and pretend to be French and/or German for a couple of hours, so I'll take my umbrella in case the buggers go for the hat-trick.
I now have to go out and pretend to be French and/or German for a couple of hours, so I'll take my umbrella in case the buggers go for the hat-trick.
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Jul. 2nd, 2007 09:15 pmYesterday, at the do in Norwich, a young lady of my slight acquaintance came up to to me and waved a phone at me, carrying a picture of a single unclad buttock of a man I had never met.
No wonder Monday was such a comedown after that ;-)
[oh dear - that'll be another six points on my Bloke Card - and I was doing so well after the spot fine I received from one of the patrols, that caught me listening to the Cabaret soundtrack]
Still not King, dammit.
No wonder Monday was such a comedown after that ;-)
[oh dear - that'll be another six points on my Bloke Card - and I was doing so well after the spot fine I received from one of the patrols, that caught me listening to the Cabaret soundtrack]
Still not King, dammit.
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Jul. 2nd, 2007 10:07 pm[with apologies to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
squirmelia - I couldn't pass this one up]
No More Mr Nice Spud!
It Was A Time Of War.
After years of patient subordination, after every device for harmonious living with Mankind had been exhausted, the Potatoes Had Become Angry. No more young potatoes to be Consigned to the Flames, humiliated by smothering in Cheese and Onion! No more truckling to the Tyranny of the Chip-Pan! It was time to Roll Over and Be Counted!
The Potato of Doom stands, at the head of his column of the dread Potatoes of the Night, poised on the brink of victory. Mankind quivers, subordinate at last to the fell desires of Tuber Power. The Hour of the Spus is at last At Hand!
Into this most uncertain hour, when Man and Potato stand at the Last Ditch, comes one with a simple message of peace and universal harmony. Operating from the lonely fastness of Southampton, last free port of the Potatoes of Light, can she bring the warring strugglers for dominion back from the brink?
20th Century Root Vegetable Proudly Present:
A POTATO CALLED GRETEL
Tormented by her past, and the memory of her love, sundered by a cruel fork and a spoonful of baked beans, Gretel stands a lone potato of sanity in a world gone to seed. Can she triumph? Will the world be saved? Could mankind ever look a salt and vinegar crisp in the eye again?
Find out, at a cinema near you, now.
Starring Gretel the Potato as herself, with Rock Starchy (aka TV's The Carbohydrate Cowboy) as the Potato of Doom, and Leon Brittain as Sir Herbert McTuber.
[coming soon: A Potato Called Gretel II: The Sprouting]
squirmelia - I couldn't pass this one up]No More Mr Nice Spud!
It Was A Time Of War.
After years of patient subordination, after every device for harmonious living with Mankind had been exhausted, the Potatoes Had Become Angry. No more young potatoes to be Consigned to the Flames, humiliated by smothering in Cheese and Onion! No more truckling to the Tyranny of the Chip-Pan! It was time to Roll Over and Be Counted!
The Potato of Doom stands, at the head of his column of the dread Potatoes of the Night, poised on the brink of victory. Mankind quivers, subordinate at last to the fell desires of Tuber Power. The Hour of the Spus is at last At Hand!
Into this most uncertain hour, when Man and Potato stand at the Last Ditch, comes one with a simple message of peace and universal harmony. Operating from the lonely fastness of Southampton, last free port of the Potatoes of Light, can she bring the warring strugglers for dominion back from the brink?
20th Century Root Vegetable Proudly Present:
Tormented by her past, and the memory of her love, sundered by a cruel fork and a spoonful of baked beans, Gretel stands a lone potato of sanity in a world gone to seed. Can she triumph? Will the world be saved? Could mankind ever look a salt and vinegar crisp in the eye again?
Find out, at a cinema near you, now.
Starring Gretel the Potato as herself, with Rock Starchy (aka TV's The Carbohydrate Cowboy) as the Potato of Doom, and Leon Brittain as Sir Herbert McTuber.
[coming soon: A Potato Called Gretel II: The Sprouting]