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Need a break from blogging.
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Rovers ahead - an entry in the silly poetry competition.

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Percy, Sir Percy to some, has a poetry competition happening; a silly poetry competition.

See here.

In a cheese and onion sandwich induced delirium, I felt the need to enter.

Here is my my effort:

Beam, I've alley time.

Rovers ahead
Violins argue
Sioux garish wheat
Hand sowers renew
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Correction!

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There were hailstones as big as tennis balls on Saturday's hail storm.

Luckily God foot-faulted and served them into some other suburbs.
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A Yak, An Anchovy and A Rock

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My friend, mentor and neighbour, J Cosmo Newbery has entered a poem in a silly poetry competition.

If you have ever wondered, and who hasn't?, what would happen if you put a Yak, an Anchovy and a Rock in a railway carriage, then Mr Newbery reveals all here.
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Pull the other one.

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Was at a 21st birthday party last week and someone asked me if I had heard that aluminium can ring pulls have an appreciable amount of titanium in them and that it can be recovered to make prosthetic joints for orphans in third world countries? That these ring pulls are incredibly valuable and should be saved separately from the can?

No, I hadn't.

And, perhaps sadly, no they don't.

Snopes, ever my guardian from internet rumours, has an item on it here.

Why do people fall for these things when a few simple questions would show them to be false?

A few useful questions:

1. Is it mentioned on Snopes.com? Does what they say make sense? (Always my first question.)
2. Have you heard the story from a legitimate source or from your grandmother's neighbour's butcher's half uncle?
3. Are people stealing ring pulls from the shops because they are so valuable?
4. If the ring pull is so valuable, why do you only get 80¢/kg for the whole can? (= abt 1.6¢ a can)
5. For the technically minded: what purpose would titanium serve in a ring pull anyway?

*sigh*
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Hail Mother Nature!

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The photo, above, is of some of the remnants from our hail storm today. The bit of a green leaf, front right, is from a lime tree, to give you some size guide.

The things were the size of grapes (despite the media hype, I saw none the size of golf balls) and the noise inside the house was incredible.

Like being trapped in a popcorn maker.
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Screw loose.

Why is that, in the good ol' days of corked bottles of wine, you would open the bottle and then fill glasses as needed from the open bottle. No problems. You never put the cork back in the bottle.

Now, with the advent of the screw top wine bottle...why do we put the screw cap back on the bottle?

Hands up all of you who have gone to pour another glass of wine and not noticed that the screw cap was back on it? Doh!

Why do we do that?
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A transplant, briefly.

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Up in Sydney for a few days. I keep hoping I will find a hotel room that doesn't look like every other one worldwide. Pointless quest, I fear.

They make fun of Melbourne but this place is cold and wet! Mind you the aircon at work is set to sub-arctic for some reason.

And yes, I know, you poor folk in the top half of the world are considerably colder and wetter. But I feel like sooking, ok? (You know all about men with colds? Right. Same deal.)
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Who's a happy little cupcake, then?

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Truestarr has awarded me a prize!

Thank you. I am happy to accept and happy my meanderings bring pleasure.

Also happy that I am not obliged to list "14 things I wish I hadn't found in my refrigerator" as a consequence of getting the prize.

What? I do? Think blue-green and you are there.
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