Just as I had got fully into the zone, red headband on, nurse ready (literally) to push the plunger and deliver the first antisickness IV ahead of the chemo, Dr Scott piled into the room and stopped proceedings, which lots of attached apologies. It seems like the potions class had done the wrong homework and had run out of evil chemo having only mild versions left. So I find myself surprisingly at home, about to eat tea, chatting to kids about their day - how wierd is that! countdown on 24hr hold and the whole timetable goes 24hrs back.
Gerry
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Hi Bill,
Is this the reconcilliation of the old Eau Claure insurgents with the Gore old guard following in the footsteps of N.Ireland - I seem to remember trying to be a peacemaker in that mix as well!.
Gerry
Hi Gerry, Nick here. That space rocket analogy is pretty compelling, or maybe a bit like D-day and they call off for fog or something.
i can very much see the value off this blog, but i think i liked being an outside the blog person better, and i think i may exit cyberspace and return to the plastic/cannymann's land part of your reality, and come and visit you in person - even if i'm not allowed to kiss you. whoops - not that we ever did kissing everyone - we just talk about rugby, i'd like to make that clear.
hey,by the way, why don't you get kenny deleted by this blog-guard guy? Are you running some sort of lame-elk blog here?
My theory-its D.H.
Hi Bill,
I can always start winding you up about France if you want a bit of conflict, glad to hear Bill M is on the boat we have always got on well. If you keep up the recruitment we may need a second houseboat.
Gerry
Hi Nick,
My guess is its Kenney himself in a witty double bluff, dont worry about commenting now that you have found the blog, most folks either "lurk" which is the technical term for reading but not commenting, or quite a few email so that they do not get ribbed by the more extrovert wits who post publically. The email address can be found on the profile link on the main page. Happy to see you in hospital even happier when we can change the venue to the Canny Man pub where we keep our heads down and talk economics and never talk to strange women because that would be bad...
Gerry
Sorry to hear that you're sitting atop a rocket to Uranus waiting for someone to light the fuse. Sounds like a failure in just-in-time ordering.
Anyway, good to see that the number of posts on your blog is up again. You've probably been a victim of compassion fatigue. There's been a lot to occupy the caring types recently. What with Comic Relief, baby polar bears being born & pandas going belly up in Berlin, Bob Geldof being knighted, etc. Some people probably think you've got Munchausen's and made it all up just so that you can post your views on world peace.
And who is this Bill? I can hear banjo music when I read his posts. I'm assuming that his full name is Billy Bob, that he wears a plaid shirt on his back and a hollowed out racoon on his head, that he hunts ducks, eats beavers, drinks moonshine, has lots of cousins, and believes that racing cars can only turn left. And why does he need a cludgie (WC) crew? [Mullah might need to translate for his good ol' boy buddies on the other side of the pond]. I've seen Deliverance. I'm not sure it would be a good idea to head for the backwoods with these chaps!
Anyway Mullah, I hope someone finds the matches soon to launch you into orbit. Have a good trip. Get the Aston into position for splashdown rendezvous.
Hi Kenny,
Bill is a paradox to us Europeans, and one of my teachers of American culture. On the one hand he an a bunch of very clever guys set up a company to make the best three dimensional circut platforms for the fastest computer chips in the world in Eau Claire, which Gore owned for a while and where I worked for six months helping them ramp up. Some of the smartest people I have worked with were amoung that team.
On the other hand like many folks in that land of lakes and forests he is a part time backwoodsman, he has a small farm sort of thing. Shoots deer with a bow, and goes fishing once a year for a few weeks one of which is with buddies like me (well not like me as I cant fish for toffee and they are all quite good). This is called Walleye camp after the fish we eat, and is on a massive lake were we are miles away from anywhere and often do not see a living soul. However our water caravan has home comforts like stereo, DVD player for educational films, loads of gin, beer etc. A jolly good fish gutting bear dodging gobsmacking sunset watching time is had by all including some Irish charchter who's indian name was a toss up between "falls from top bunk" "fishing with a slip knot" and "drops the biggest fish we ever saw". If you see Da Prof, Dave noddin, Tom Rosemyer on the blog they are part of the crew.
Bill and I have some significant differences on middle eastern policy which enlivend my last stay on the boat. He banned wine from a certian country and made "freedom fries" for the duration.
All of which was good sport, and I now understand American football.
Gerry
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