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Since returning from lunch, I've had four invitations to various Christmas dos as well as a house warming. I now have 14 different functions over the Advent period and not one of them will be dry.
Woe, woe and thrice woe.
{pssst! Anyone got a spare liver?]
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For your Crimbo delectation, may I recommend this little beauty[^]? Ho yes - tastes verrrrry nice. Has a lovely bite to it.
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Mmm... Vilmos like!
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Last saturday I got the opportunity to see the distillery of Dettling[^] and could taste some of their various Kirsch products. Some fine specimens out there 
I didn't even like Kirsch until then. Probably always got some cheap stuff... 
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10 Minutes away from my home, did you get to taste the Dettling Silber?
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I do, but unfortunately I'm cooking it for supper tonight...
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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With fava beans and a nice Chianti?
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined."
- Homer
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With bacon, onions, gravy, mash and petits pois. :slurp:
Oh, and a mug of coffee.
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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I swapped rooms to join a project team, in the new room we've Radio 6 which is much less irksome than Radio 1.
They've just played Tavener's "The Protecting Veil" (presumably because the old fella kicked it yesterday), you wouldn't get that on the plebcast.
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My knee jerk reaction was "No, I don't think so", but considering the content I'll bugger you in a totally bro/non-Camden way. John Tavener[^] was a man who took hold of life's tapestry and provided the score.
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He was my favourite living composer. I big loss to the world of music.
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What's better than beer? FREE beer!
I was in town doing some light shoplifting and on the way home popped in to see Dad; he's all alone since Mum left him*. He was very pleased to see me as he didn't fancy going to the pub alone...
* She's gone to Norn Iron to see 'The Family' and Dad, wisely, chose to stay well out of that clusterelephant.
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Nice to see other families do have the close relationship my Uncle & Dad have (hide anything that is sharp or breakable!) and wait for the fireworks 
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It's more the point that even after nearly 50 years he still can't fathom out what the elephant is going on once they're all up to full speed. Mum is the eldest and she rules her brother, niece and nephews. Sometimes the spouses try to provide an opinion but they're wrong. Even if they agree with her. 
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Let me guess talks badly about one relation, niece/nephew agrees based on there limited contact with said relation "Oh so now your an expert..." and on (happened to me!). I'm the only male in the generation so that causes issues  ! You can pick your friends, you can pick your enemies, your stuck with your family!
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You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose... but you can't roll your friends up into little balls and flick them at people!!
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Mmmm, at times that is probably a good thing!
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Unfortunately, I was using it in place of a step-stool whilst installing some closet lighting.
I had been using a step stool for the previous installations yesterday, but Mrs. Wife wanted this one higher up the wall. The bar stool provided that extra height so I could drill straight pilot holes.
So, after finishing the in-closet portion I grabbed my tools and stepped back for that step that was not part of the bar stool. Nothing broken aside from the 1/16" (ca. 1.6mm) drill point still in my drill. All joint on the left side of my body met, in turn, with the hardwood floor.
Serendipity: I fell right next to the inflatable mattress currently serving as our bed. An easy crawl to where I spent the next several hours. At least the pain didn't keep increasing as these things are apt to do. They do, however, remain sensitive.
Moral of My Story: Bar Stools have a specific purpose. Stick to it.
| "The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits." - Albert Einstein | | "As far as we know, our computer has never had an undetected error." - Weisert | | "If you are searching for perfection in others, then you seek disappointment. If you are seek perfection in yourself, then you will find failure." - Balboos HaGadol Mar 2010 |
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You will be hard pressed to find a man who hasn't fell off a bar stool at least once.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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Yeah, but for most of us, that bar stool stood in a bar!!!
I'm not questioning your powers of observation; I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is (V).
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 Exactly my point...
W∴ Balboos wrote: Moral of My Story: Bar Stools have a specific purpose. Stick to it.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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I have never 'fallen' off a bar stool. Every time someone else moved the floor...
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I hate when that happens.
My favorite falling off the stool memory is when I was a young man I made the acquaintance of a little person, Bob, who was quite personable and we had quite a nice evening of conversation about music, girls and other things important to young men and many, many drinks ensued. Well the inevitable happened and Bob fell off the stool and to this day burned into my mind is of poor Bob struggling and flailing as he fell to the floor. This was immediately followed by Bob clambering back up the stool only to fall off the other side due to under estimating his velocity followed by more flailing. I don't think I ever laughed so hard since.
Bob's only injury was his embarrassment. I think the hangover the next morning hurt more than landing on the floor.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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I've never fallen off of a bar stool, but many years ago I was standing on a folding chair trying to get to something.
The chair folded; I straddled the chair and could not reach the floor.
Painful lesson learned... use the appropriate tool for the job.
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