Zola Has Been a Little UNWELL
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I blame it on that damned boating trip.
Me missis went down with flu.
I kept on giving her good meat injections but soon felt quite weak myself.
I did me duty but I ...
Slowly getting back into the real world but for now you must all forgive my very unprofessional behaviour but ...
It is normal for me to be late with a deadline.
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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At this very moment I am drinking a Dark Rum for your health.
In the meantime, I will cheer you up (hopefully) with a Finnish joke.
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Hannu wants everything to be perfect for his anniversary trip to the hotel where he and his wife honeymooned 30 years earlier. So he gets there a day early to make all the arrangements. That night, he e-mails her but misspells the address and it goes to a recent widow.
The next day, the widow's son finds his mother passed out in front of her computer. On the screen is this e-mail: "My darling wife, I've just gotten here and everything's set for your arrival tomorrow. I hope your trip down here will be as pleasant as mine.
"P.S. It's really hot!"
And the plot doth thicken agin and agin.
Have no fear me Merkin I will arise again to the challenges of life.
BTW : I did warn you about that Ipswich Town guy that upsets the Scots in football.
Now you know why I am always a Norwich City guy.
Anyway I on the mend. I intend to make do and mend too.
Dear Zola, Very sorry you are unwell. Get better soon. I have just returned from my Italian holiday which was - to say the least - a curate's egg experience because of the peculiar behaviour of some of my companions. I was soundly berated for having a mind of my own - which, as you know, is an incurable propensity of an Anticant.
Do you need a Bodyguard, Anti?
Just gimme the word.
No, but I need a put-downer for jazz boffins who think they are the bees knees and that the Guardian is the most wonderful newspaper in the world (!!)
"for jazz boffins who think they are the bees knees and that the Guardian is the most wonderful newspaper in the world (!!)"
So you spent your holiday with the love-child of Kenneth Clarke and Polly Toynbee? Bellissimo.
Will you please stop this hideous cackling and behave yourselves.
My well established street corner society is into bigger and better things.
This is not a fuckin hen party you know.
As you can see the master of this site is slowly returning after a period of unwellness.
It isn't over until the Fat Lady sings, and if you don't watch out, Zola, she will!
Was that really Master of Site?
PSSSSS: Wanna buy an 'h' goin' cheap?
Mashter of the shite is 2H extra and that will cost you an extra 2 H on yer bill.
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