tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1941379075037046262024-03-30T00:03:04.135+13:00Richard's Bass Bagthe original bass bagging siteRichard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.comBlogger566125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-78121312889018325382024-03-29T09:34:00.000+13:002024-03-29T09:34:19.853+13:00Reasonably Okay Friday.<p> All the Christians should be sad because Jesus is up on a cross.</p><p>Also, pubs and supermarkets are closed. Well, in some places you can get a drink in a pub if you buy a meal.</p><p>Mathew 17, 31: There will come a time when the purchase of Cleanskins will not be possible on this day and you must eat yesterday's food.</p><p>James 33,27: Anus was no longer in charge of whatever his job was. Choirfist, his daughter's boyfriend, was in charge now. He was the one who changed the fate of Sheesh! from home detention to standing on a plank with his hands up.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw4tyjHnFsZWj_PRn5jkaPt8wxe6y3GTuvTnska8mvpKJk55B8Wc5k0kvgyMlFvkl6NDenQdFEkh3FL9E8shfEZ79eT6LlyjFxxD5Iarkej5mrru3E-ACJIsH6xTDYgwwI9y3Z3FPjMcDGh_o6dqm5WMLimh_3ZEx7uTydVVL4sJrvVjTKRLXjA89zTabT/s216/planks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="216" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw4tyjHnFsZWj_PRn5jkaPt8wxe6y3GTuvTnska8mvpKJk55B8Wc5k0kvgyMlFvkl6NDenQdFEkh3FL9E8shfEZ79eT6LlyjFxxD5Iarkej5mrru3E-ACJIsH6xTDYgwwI9y3Z3FPjMcDGh_o6dqm5WMLimh_3ZEx7uTydVVL4sJrvVjTKRLXjA89zTabT/s1600/planks.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><br /><p>Phillip 44, 71: Anus wiped himself of it all and handed the call to Choirfist saying, "You build something if you want."</p><p>Choirfist, and there is evidence to support this, experimented with quite a few different structures. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFhKr8PCgryhB5QYFUhGpHkynfwHzXDwTU_eNUkOk6aL77jgmpQNrYEmeczT7_TByjd46vShFnDIpfkDRZhEV90AMbqV-1589QJChc6BmNTQlnHXHZ5l6N8n02UIfmCGS-g4GK5JHITIxOYWpeYgWQs1CrRsukydAOztRpxu4DXjAJZQPc1xOXusqMi-G/s216/wooden%20man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="216" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFhKr8PCgryhB5QYFUhGpHkynfwHzXDwTU_eNUkOk6aL77jgmpQNrYEmeczT7_TByjd46vShFnDIpfkDRZhEV90AMbqV-1589QJChc6BmNTQlnHXHZ5l6N8n02UIfmCGS-g4GK5JHITIxOYWpeYgWQs1CrRsukydAOztRpxu4DXjAJZQPc1xOXusqMi-G/s1600/wooden%20man.jpg" width="216" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evidence was found of this structure in 1993.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>In the end he sort of lost interest and just nailed a couple of planks together. Choirfist was known as a lazy bugger.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brent 55, 2: Choirfist, who went out with the daughter of Anus, was a lazy bugger who preferred to drink cheap wine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is proof of everything I have told you:</div><div><br /></div><div>Ian wrote about this in 1994. His writing was recommended by others. Matthew was quoted and so were many very wise men. The wooden structure found in 1993 has been examined by Destiny Church members. There were no rainbow crossings in those ancient times, so no white paint was needed. An ancient old book that contains all these truths (The Dribble) can be confirmed by various other sources, including members of the Taliban. History books will also confirm what I have written here, as will Act party members and some ex-prime ministers. Look, it's true even though some atheists don't like it. Atheists don't know what to believe and even make up their own morals. They won't be so smart when they finish up in Hell!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BQf2Y2tPh6SesB6zqtcJO_nfXXv8H-wgmcj1y1l4Dy3Gv0FA7yKJBmYm6_CySTMHCvZ-FeKWW3_w1AkStmZudxe-LrztWL8U1pNlOtatv6X8JXiIa4cVG7c0BQNFTDEKKfGpG7MQzo-qj9gspy0bSp2AnHp1n9mlAmSTQskFzAa-TWkwJo-4O_cwvp4P/s710/20240328_155340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="710" data-original-width="697" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BQf2Y2tPh6SesB6zqtcJO_nfXXv8H-wgmcj1y1l4Dy3Gv0FA7yKJBmYm6_CySTMHCvZ-FeKWW3_w1AkStmZudxe-LrztWL8U1pNlOtatv6X8JXiIa4cVG7c0BQNFTDEKKfGpG7MQzo-qj9gspy0bSp2AnHp1n9mlAmSTQskFzAa-TWkwJo-4O_cwvp4P/s320/20240328_155340.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-82815099854406851462024-03-28T08:07:00.000+13:002024-03-28T08:07:00.003+13:00I don't know how many shepherds we have in Nuova Lazio, but one thing's for sure...<p> They'll be shitting themselves this morning!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tp2CsjNa7xBJGXGxtEKUFUdlLUVKzjbeKdwp41RN1hI8zoxb-_D-IQ-BEawB-RZffpp63-iRfhdcRWaiA6K9SBNSk_sGuE7oFtUpi5t0hyMPdolkDvsJso3Yx0D0wp-IPRgsRayVm3m6PpTlc3IgnwZGeywIfSi1ygMG5hjWNaGtWTZt6KHUdhaQqVpU/s2160/shepherds'%20warning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tp2CsjNa7xBJGXGxtEKUFUdlLUVKzjbeKdwp41RN1hI8zoxb-_D-IQ-BEawB-RZffpp63-iRfhdcRWaiA6K9SBNSk_sGuE7oFtUpi5t0hyMPdolkDvsJso3Yx0D0wp-IPRgsRayVm3m6PpTlc3IgnwZGeywIfSi1ygMG5hjWNaGtWTZt6KHUdhaQqVpU/s320/shepherds'%20warning.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Yes, it is morning and the sky is like this.</p><p>I guess that all the shepherds in the area will be on the phone to each other by now.</p><p>"Hi Brett, it's Simon here. Have you looked out the window? It's not looking good at all!"</p><p>"Yeah Simon, the message is pretty bloody clear!"</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTN-5_8gNd_JmIIZj20HiuJiP8ACqKpLfemOQvQBRtbvUqEWerPGpvLWQV9skfsFG6V-qG7d0r8cAmSN9di-uhW5PU60OlVyhl-9-F_Y3-CuPoGa1_Xf6BYlVCMrSe-Mwz9Rwm4IgsmFZUwDvcgWjgZq6KZUmQ6x6z6d34BxpkqXfZo6Yn01EOEvsDvVv/s2160/shepherds'%20warning%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTN-5_8gNd_JmIIZj20HiuJiP8ACqKpLfemOQvQBRtbvUqEWerPGpvLWQV9skfsFG6V-qG7d0r8cAmSN9di-uhW5PU60OlVyhl-9-F_Y3-CuPoGa1_Xf6BYlVCMrSe-Mwz9Rwm4IgsmFZUwDvcgWjgZq6KZUmQ6x6z6d34BxpkqXfZo6Yn01EOEvsDvVv/s320/shepherds'%20warning%202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"What a pity it couldn't happen at night! I love those evening sunsets. There's always a big celebration."</p><p><br /></p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-22053277337049829152024-03-24T11:58:00.001+13:002024-03-24T11:58:14.320+13:00Palmy Sunday.<p> Today is a special day in Palmerston North.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBov9kOd0QNJepGjWLRWbyi3_MHZeS5rUp9JkiyHFWIW95I_6y4FDIHG87fzp9FBfIf-5cmPP_krzXyk6LMBVDHO4SSHlf2zZTrdRawmPmssv8d2HJS3jgcGSfOELD59Z7Eck3F5A0PCDUJeeP0rlC19MSWLRNBhDkGD_rsI6f2ppgzYLcVUJaWk-VKJQ/s474/Palmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="474" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBov9kOd0QNJepGjWLRWbyi3_MHZeS5rUp9JkiyHFWIW95I_6y4FDIHG87fzp9FBfIf-5cmPP_krzXyk6LMBVDHO4SSHlf2zZTrdRawmPmssv8d2HJS3jgcGSfOELD59Z7Eck3F5A0PCDUJeeP0rlC19MSWLRNBhDkGD_rsI6f2ppgzYLcVUJaWk-VKJQ/s320/Palmy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Today the good folk of Palmerston North celebrate Palmy Sunday.</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-31143651950243630492024-03-24T10:03:00.002+13:002024-03-24T10:03:50.500+13:00Palm Sunday.<p>Richard, Peter and Robert sat together in the front row of Ss Peter and Paul's Catholic Church. What with plenary indulgences, well founded logical arguments and the offer of a few free hosts for Peter it seemed that Robert had been successful in winning the two aging boys over. Well, at least they were giving it a go.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIU6JtDWFqrRLiGgQFWgUU2cKAZrtCVMAW5aMVCM5iRoU1ptZsyFaIvoxivyf-Cbzrjv76XOubgTb4uOD7l-sztzCdpLi6fJtCWuWLCXufzvyzzmDGFCWfijX48zAwwNVrYPl0gEnyRnQJoWp9vMvOLZXnEA2OhUDzqfgqgmkCjOemexe9zJQhUJrJLrw/s300/church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIU6JtDWFqrRLiGgQFWgUU2cKAZrtCVMAW5aMVCM5iRoU1ptZsyFaIvoxivyf-Cbzrjv76XOubgTb4uOD7l-sztzCdpLi6fJtCWuWLCXufzvyzzmDGFCWfijX48zAwwNVrYPl0gEnyRnQJoWp9vMvOLZXnEA2OhUDzqfgqgmkCjOemexe9zJQhUJrJLrw/s1600/church.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p>All three old boys spied the Tabernacle.</p><p>Zanterbb had entered by a window in the same room that priests used to put on their frocks. Fortunately the door was open, so he had made his way into the main part of the church. He didn't really know what had attracted him into the building. There didn't seem to be much sign of food. Was it a call from God?</p><p>Peter was whispering in Robert's ear. "Do they keep them in that little golden cupboard?" Robert was politely smiling and nodded to affirm Peter's enquiry. "That's the Tabernacle, where God is."</p><p>Zanterbb tried to keep out of everyone's way as he looked for a method of escape. Most flies in this situation headed for a windowpane which they mistook for an open route to freedom. Zanterbb could see that all the windows here were filled with coloured glass.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHPQ0VxMz6cvbW1NR9njwDYtoAFMH6U0bCMihBw0qeiEi5xw_MV_Jpx0Yo0hu_RFbmjhfdm9KX-Ottj7-8TwbUH74pZpLnCWlfhU9F4hVwpVDrmvVZucnaadXCDOqH8NkEf-DacmnPr92yCe8YK4lAEz1cHBoKgS7z0jaimHJGEuH9XqLjCzdJo1ARA7c/s446/window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="334" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBHPQ0VxMz6cvbW1NR9njwDYtoAFMH6U0bCMihBw0qeiEi5xw_MV_Jpx0Yo0hu_RFbmjhfdm9KX-Ottj7-8TwbUH74pZpLnCWlfhU9F4hVwpVDrmvVZucnaadXCDOqH8NkEf-DacmnPr92yCe8YK4lAEz1cHBoKgS7z0jaimHJGEuH9XqLjCzdJo1ARA7c/s320/window.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Richard had to lean past Peter, who was in the middle, to ask Robert a question.</p><p>"When do we get these plenary indulgences? I've decided that I might want to catch up with Mr. Linford in Heaven."</p><p>Robert just smiled and nodded his head. Then he whispered. "Shhh! It's not that easy. The priest is coming and is about to say Mass."</p><p>Father Hatrick came out wearing his dress. As usual he seemed very happy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlK-RJxSQ8YsOvSSr9-45PCyMvXwmI_b4zNwCyMtOabYE0Q7je8tODX0gi2WdWHNJQf97c4hqrgWrIZ19Icqmr2ocI8_k_vCgfQ_SBcT57WKxK_mfxZQTJZMG6eHW6fiEBGgKP24P9HocpnPvLve88VHC9BFF3GJdGKTr_ADW6OoYFzRXznp-ZBdL7OckI/s360/father%20hatrick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="270" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlK-RJxSQ8YsOvSSr9-45PCyMvXwmI_b4zNwCyMtOabYE0Q7je8tODX0gi2WdWHNJQf97c4hqrgWrIZ19Icqmr2ocI8_k_vCgfQ_SBcT57WKxK_mfxZQTJZMG6eHW6fiEBGgKP24P9HocpnPvLve88VHC9BFF3GJdGKTr_ADW6OoYFzRXznp-ZBdL7OckI/s320/father%20hatrick.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p>As a joke, as he turned to face the flock, he held up one hand and stretched it open with his palm exposed. Peter looked confused. He'd flown down from the far north to be with his two mates on this special day, Palm Sunday. Was Father Hatrick making a joke? This raised palm was outside of what Robert had logically told him about church procedures.</p><p>Zanterbb buzzed around and members of the flock soon became aware of his presence. One of those guys who you always see standing at the back of a church produced a fly swat and started walking quietly along the side of the room. Richard turned around and saw what was unfolding. "Wasn't this insect one of God's creatures?" He wondered. At home he was required to catch insects and set them free outside.</p><p>Richard moved towards the man and called out, "Leave the fly alone! I'll get him out safely!"</p><p>Everyone was distracted and Father Hatrick felt like he had lost his audience. The guy with the fly swat looked like a stubborn old bugger. He continued to move towards Zanterbb. Robert watched on and worried that he might lose out on a chance to get plenary indulgences. Peter noticed that no one was watching or was near the Tabernacle. It had been a long while since he had tasted a good communion host. He moved very quietly towards the Tabernacle.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhXhVrn1aONy7QsF5UJV7XEZYJWXVu7f9yGMhmnX5gFCOfrKztVG3TERKXsyZ1mJPVZpq1WwQXyny7fAADwJaXk3PsvB3hWxHLA2e5d2ey5QHb5lJ4DGJ4_soiF9at1ETe0_n4SOPRvD0Yv0D_BFQJCSzUgaDy-SyDSCjfTlEBW5CcLPANXdbcp4iEMSV/s486/tabernacle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="334" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhXhVrn1aONy7QsF5UJV7XEZYJWXVu7f9yGMhmnX5gFCOfrKztVG3TERKXsyZ1mJPVZpq1WwQXyny7fAADwJaXk3PsvB3hWxHLA2e5d2ey5QHb5lJ4DGJ4_soiF9at1ETe0_n4SOPRvD0Yv0D_BFQJCSzUgaDy-SyDSCjfTlEBW5CcLPANXdbcp4iEMSV/s320/tabernacle.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><p>Zanterbb was not an idiot. He flew up towards the roof. The guy with the fly swat was not impressed by Richard's behaviour. He confronted Richard and told him, "Get out of God's house!"</p><p>Richard replied, "I thought you were in Heaven, Mr. Linford."</p><p>"The name's Linefort. Now get out. We don't need your sort in God's house."</p><p>Father Hatrick was not sure what to do. Perhaps it was time for a joke? He grabbed a nearby palm leaf and started to wave it. "This is God's fly swat."</p><p>"Fuck this!" thought Zanterbb and he headed back into the little changing room and out the window. Maybe God had led him to safety.</p><p>Some of the flock were laughing at Father Hatrick's joke and some were waiting to see if there would be a punch up between Richard and Mr. Linefort. Peter returned to his seat. His mouth was bulging with hosts. He looked happy. Robert could virtually see his plenary indulgences slipping away. He decided, there and then, that perhaps Peter and Richard would be better off in Hell.</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-76029310235102316602024-03-21T09:19:00.000+13:002024-03-21T09:19:03.683+13:00Throsty Thursday.<p> I slept in this morning. Robert will already be at work and Peter will be getting ready for golf.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZeoRXBFl0qJfAal4c1MejgoEn9kSoYI8lSaHfI-XpX638vaZk-XpqXUQBJsxBIi7pvJCRCPcShcGQTXBexGEeW11z1DyBB1hi-IIOx7jZpZf1MQ9n9doLrb-C_RTdF5wopGu7BDh_ezdjtpUzSqHobuh5sfVlksHuCPFPa84jIWo82G-deOnFQ3ez8v7/s342/ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="342" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZeoRXBFl0qJfAal4c1MejgoEn9kSoYI8lSaHfI-XpX638vaZk-XpqXUQBJsxBIi7pvJCRCPcShcGQTXBexGEeW11z1DyBB1hi-IIOx7jZpZf1MQ9n9doLrb-C_RTdF5wopGu7BDh_ezdjtpUzSqHobuh5sfVlksHuCPFPa84jIWo82G-deOnFQ3ez8v7/w191-h191/ball.jpg" width="191" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter has a thing about golf balls.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>As I write he could be down by the creek retrieving lost golf balls.</p><p>My job today is to look after my grandson while his dad checks in at work. This is not as easy as it sounds because Harrison is on the move. With that in mind, I'm taking Shelley as a sort of backstop. Her job is to tackle him if he heads towards anything dangerous, like their TV or a power plug. Harrison is not far off walking and can crawl at about 60kph. His not-so-secret weapon is that he is so very cute! His grandma and grandad can't resist his charm!</p><p>Meanwhile, Peter will be climbing down the slippery slope to the creek. One must ask, "How much does he really need more golf balls?"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghE_Vbczakbmt3Fs5UbOSPrfHS7Oo6AayrdwUQAwqu8h4VSKIN9vDlD28-zQ-kqjVxibVKXUrNWvmBmch8wiibkSlySyv4hAG1SbYdTvUeBEuIv30AloxKY0p2hZAK35YEA6QfcKgZEZ-rZy4QO_QEINrDAtlamHU4prJQEMgibM828XA6OsmuufSzqHu1/s342/ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="342" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghE_Vbczakbmt3Fs5UbOSPrfHS7Oo6AayrdwUQAwqu8h4VSKIN9vDlD28-zQ-kqjVxibVKXUrNWvmBmch8wiibkSlySyv4hAG1SbYdTvUeBEuIv30AloxKY0p2hZAK35YEA6QfcKgZEZ-rZy4QO_QEINrDAtlamHU4prJQEMgibM828XA6OsmuufSzqHu1/w112-h112/ball.jpg" width="112" /></a></div><br /><p>This obsession started in the 1970s, after the 3P, 4P, 5P, etc. years, when he used to go out to play golf with Tony and Mike. They were poor students and often couldn't afford golf balls so, before playing a free nine holes on the furthest part of the Berhampore Golf Course (the holes on the eastern side of the road to Island Bay and away from the clubhouse), they needed to find a few balls to play with. Unfortunately, the Peter of the 2020s doesn't seem to realise that retrieving golf balls is no longer necessary. Maybe it makes him feel young again?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRq-G7f2E-ErIIjIhjafZ029v9Z8_EdvVgXRy4e-CnYKlSiRR9MfRtOKichc9t1E3PYsowiiCZ9qN5ARFe5-51Wq03mUOw3gQv2GuH3lP4qGCx4n9IlyF42rNyoRclgHq_cvOC_mLv2e5AgFW7wRh882uBf6w9ZqYEnhSWgXOVxJaXObqnRYd19lomApHl/s342/ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="342" height="76" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRq-G7f2E-ErIIjIhjafZ029v9Z8_EdvVgXRy4e-CnYKlSiRR9MfRtOKichc9t1E3PYsowiiCZ9qN5ARFe5-51Wq03mUOw3gQv2GuH3lP4qGCx4n9IlyF42rNyoRclgHq_cvOC_mLv2e5AgFW7wRh882uBf6w9ZqYEnhSWgXOVxJaXObqnRYd19lomApHl/w76-h76/ball.jpg" width="76" /></a></div><br /><p>It's a cold old morning.</p><p>Robert will have driven to Eastbourne while listening to a Tent Horn podcast.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qmuFL-D6sSqbP_UShOaENDHiSG_3hLOhmzJ71pXfsJKfeRv5Y3lVj_ptjQBtCh3UbwTXYBjK05_h8-DlfKfo7R9-vFjyKUPm3g1wyOi7Ctzz_CsXIdEyuJ9cx-SBKSv0YlTBi_h_Snwk4Y9Mi_oDSaF63CubRPYnz_dj0g3GzAJNaXAHDzKovSyqCIMM/s300/tent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="300" height="73" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6qmuFL-D6sSqbP_UShOaENDHiSG_3hLOhmzJ71pXfsJKfeRv5Y3lVj_ptjQBtCh3UbwTXYBjK05_h8-DlfKfo7R9-vFjyKUPm3g1wyOi7Ctzz_CsXIdEyuJ9cx-SBKSv0YlTBi_h_Snwk4Y9Mi_oDSaF63CubRPYnz_dj0g3GzAJNaXAHDzKovSyqCIMM/w111-h73/tent.jpg" width="111" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxZvXthPXgp1KgX2upM_fg5mHC_HzqhkRupcKsjuybYfAzOldtHMk66yIqby910T5h6ythvyfc52gBmCEUzg1kfLV-oDCA8x85ZKjs1AV_7IWY8e-57RZ4vVXkBE8nTqRGbk1-4mCORWOuFQTbzpDT0O1GE8CzpHQbSnhPgV2ruI8VSgYQZRy6rczvnxW/s414/horn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="414" height="79" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxZvXthPXgp1KgX2upM_fg5mHC_HzqhkRupcKsjuybYfAzOldtHMk66yIqby910T5h6ythvyfc52gBmCEUzg1kfLV-oDCA8x85ZKjs1AV_7IWY8e-57RZ4vVXkBE8nTqRGbk1-4mCORWOuFQTbzpDT0O1GE8CzpHQbSnhPgV2ruI8VSgYQZRy6rczvnxW/w104-h79/horn.jpg" width="104" /></a></div><br /><div>I don't know why Robert always seems to work in Eastbourne. Maybe that's where all the rich old people who can afford house cleaning live? </div><div>Tent probably has a podcast about Lent.</div><div>"Today is a good day to talk about Lent with me using big words, and talking fast, to shove my silly ideas down your throats. If you lend money to someone, you would have been better off if you had <u>lent</u> it to the one true church."</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile Peter found another golf ball.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, that's me for this morning.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao tutti.</div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-65004942537624820792024-03-20T16:04:00.003+13:002024-03-20T17:20:18.668+13:00Lent<p> I leant on my car today while eating a sandwich. Sometimes I lean on my bass a bit too.</p><p>Leant should not be confused with lent (I lent him money).</p><i>"Lent is the Christian season of spiritual preparation before Easter. It begins on Ash Wednesday and lasts for 40 days, based on the Bible episodes of Jesus' wilderness testing and his resurrection. Christians observe Lent by fasting, repenting, reading the Bible, and celebrating Shove Tuesday. It can also be used if you have lent someone something. Normally, in this situation, you want it back at some point."</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpgN0JMBqEjvmXzrPsG0GoUcWgbVminNV6vPrpJtJJYGUcpizGXXjCT7jszRPLHZecRgFt1AzytLBH7WXWpn_PWfxfUnmJYyuzeDkaPCXKrMFn9NMssgR3tqCJDptxtmXyMtzCRpqropzzBqBWgKMBY3FXP2DNRpW-hX19e93TRLbXMyBuZd321l4Oj2x/s427/Lent.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="197" data-original-width="427" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpgN0JMBqEjvmXzrPsG0GoUcWgbVminNV6vPrpJtJJYGUcpizGXXjCT7jszRPLHZecRgFt1AzytLBH7WXWpn_PWfxfUnmJYyuzeDkaPCXKrMFn9NMssgR3tqCJDptxtmXyMtzCRpqropzzBqBWgKMBY3FXP2DNRpW-hX19e93TRLbXMyBuZd321l4Oj2x/s320/Lent.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I Lent him some Australian money. </td></tr></tbody></table><br />Shove Tuesday is a popular day in the Catholic church's calendar. Evidently, on that day, you give somebody a shove. Catholics sometimes spell the word with an 'r'. I don't know why. I do know that some Catholics are very bad at spelling.</div><div><br /></div>Shove Tuesday (also known as Pancake Tuesday or Pancake Day) is the final day of Shovetide.<div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISI1y2XaSPVbTNvUK1RpFsp_lr7t0dxxiKCFmdmboZLGa8y_a6S5NaKru8cbNXe3kZGFrLNW91DBlu82GDsIqbWhU27H8ymkIcGq7MWr0NX8-EL1Rx8pdN43BJTYn5xwkW_Q6Cqwwcb9-53NUiiYHqeJmbNoUzk5wdf0MTLKEuLiT9JXSHCsjd4oGz7ap/s375/shove.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="375" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISI1y2XaSPVbTNvUK1RpFsp_lr7t0dxxiKCFmdmboZLGa8y_a6S5NaKru8cbNXe3kZGFrLNW91DBlu82GDsIqbWhU27H8ymkIcGq7MWr0NX8-EL1Rx8pdN43BJTYn5xwkW_Q6Cqwwcb9-53NUiiYHqeJmbNoUzk5wdf0MTLKEuLiT9JXSHCsjd4oGz7ap/s320/shove.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>In his latest post, The Curmudgeon asked for a pat on the back.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLuh29V6-brPW8Nsn6_yove7-Fgptl209zQVA7uACIPJhcZD_C230xMJoauvGHtbcVNKs5bpF9CbHVDGJg_e3CszqV0Szlq9rvU31JPr2MQvep9XvfOw2esCXGUA-ptN5OtvQqeB0-qPDyvHFmq-gIHB48NddlSUXWFrCqMKIYlbVc3jy72S7g-r_Niht/s540/Screenshot%20(292)(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="540" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMLuh29V6-brPW8Nsn6_yove7-Fgptl209zQVA7uACIPJhcZD_C230xMJoauvGHtbcVNKs5bpF9CbHVDGJg_e3CszqV0Szlq9rvU31JPr2MQvep9XvfOw2esCXGUA-ptN5OtvQqeB0-qPDyvHFmq-gIHB48NddlSUXWFrCqMKIYlbVc3jy72S7g-r_Niht/w459-h201/Screenshot%20(292)(1).png" width="459" /></a></div><br /><div>I offered him a tap on the head, but I didn't realise that he was talking about Shovetide. TC is a man who knows his bible. I see now that I was wrong and should have offered him a good shove. Sorry TC.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's it from me today because there is double bass practice to do.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfAPrmy_UOl4MBawi0OtnzKD4hJP_xQEgHMxXOGWGZO4aoIgm7YTXoEGhmO97ClrNraiaDW4KLfJP_34FJoI_wVu-65FPm2POFGO8GP4T5gh7z9aNanDrgIzlLCTFKXHwlSCdfynYwgHSsj7LV330JG_D6lMDq0U5sbAMGSElolGABr_f59qjw1IT6tdL/s2048/solo%20bass%20Nov%202022.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfAPrmy_UOl4MBawi0OtnzKD4hJP_xQEgHMxXOGWGZO4aoIgm7YTXoEGhmO97ClrNraiaDW4KLfJP_34FJoI_wVu-65FPm2POFGO8GP4T5gh7z9aNanDrgIzlLCTFKXHwlSCdfynYwgHSsj7LV330JG_D6lMDq0U5sbAMGSElolGABr_f59qjw1IT6tdL/s320/solo%20bass%20Nov%202022.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'll get a haircut once <br />this practice is done."</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao tutti.</div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-15452387528697469732024-03-18T07:26:00.001+13:002024-03-18T07:26:58.982+13:00Here's a good picture for a Monday morning...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPi8-EqL9tBmIGTkDS_84O1vFZPY4Mmws4bcHNFuXJfj1lC6a26NYYYYW82AdCpxlYPWG5Ucdsu6IsnmU-Km88hEUKCMi2f9AEiPY6lDZp7TVD4QJOSRxtnFATWUd4bLYNbNiZyR4eT5zXYZMJC1qfYCdgOowkyLoFo6M3GAOWwwerw53df7M-sEFcLqS/s686/20240316_145118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="686" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPi8-EqL9tBmIGTkDS_84O1vFZPY4Mmws4bcHNFuXJfj1lC6a26NYYYYW82AdCpxlYPWG5Ucdsu6IsnmU-Km88hEUKCMi2f9AEiPY6lDZp7TVD4QJOSRxtnFATWUd4bLYNbNiZyR4eT5zXYZMJC1qfYCdgOowkyLoFo6M3GAOWwwerw53df7M-sEFcLqS/s320/20240316_145118.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Well, I'm up and ready for work. A half day of work, in reality. Then it will be practice time again.</p><p>I'm working on a Baroque piece that a student needs to learn for her Level 3 NCEA performance - it doesn't look good if the teacher can't play it. Then I intend to work up two or three Bluegrass solo violin pieces - a bit of work required there.</p><p>Then it'll be time for double bass. I've quite a bit of work to do there.</p><p>Well, I've got a toilet stop to do shortly, so I'd better get cracking.</p><p>Peter will probably be practising for tennis tomorrow.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyU16OcHIkg2PmKGFM6ijwg4f-PqviYRjIMZ62-Ayv3q447xtukrAswpgh8ei5BpUN9y4HYEE81QAz64ymaRGLPfbLV5LuvSop4caEeQFCon2vzvcDqUgS3rylz_SO2CMvn35qXxkP3tnU0ifoCVs3yBvVQd2K-eDmGHBscm7Bet8WfjahfJgM5pdWLcF/s178/Mickey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="121" data-original-width="178" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyU16OcHIkg2PmKGFM6ijwg4f-PqviYRjIMZ62-Ayv3q447xtukrAswpgh8ei5BpUN9y4HYEE81QAz64ymaRGLPfbLV5LuvSop4caEeQFCon2vzvcDqUgS3rylz_SO2CMvn35qXxkP3tnU0ifoCVs3yBvVQd2K-eDmGHBscm7Bet8WfjahfJgM5pdWLcF/w234-h159/Mickey.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /><p>I bet that, deep down, he misses Mickey.</p><p>For Robert it is time to think about Presbyterians and St. Joe's feast day as he cleans.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9CQncg1yHDwInAEhpkB4kiPmmQyjYXnRvKTRk6-2t_AeEYilF1Oh9juA0cwHwnDSAmHI-VWhDnpsszG_MAmv-6-TVgAy3Q1B7K5gGPZwFnVSigjJ8yo0081jBH4u28DpNkaJjYzxk2T3GcDFBB_HO9QcxCgExlN8iBLphMw_tuls47OIETXmm8hRupwr/s640/Jo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="448" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9CQncg1yHDwInAEhpkB4kiPmmQyjYXnRvKTRk6-2t_AeEYilF1Oh9juA0cwHwnDSAmHI-VWhDnpsszG_MAmv-6-TVgAy3Q1B7K5gGPZwFnVSigjJ8yo0081jBH4u28DpNkaJjYzxk2T3GcDFBB_HO9QcxCgExlN8iBLphMw_tuls47OIETXmm8hRupwr/w283-h404/Jo.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><p>Ciao tutti.</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-29510252516983369522024-03-15T08:59:00.000+13:002024-03-15T08:59:08.027+13:00Im write this post with vary bad gramer and no profreading so that P eter und Robert will understan d it.<p> I think those boy's find some of myposts hard to undrestand. so im righting this postin there language. i wonder if they well put it threw googel trans-late!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyD8mOceeWP4gP7KNDXypGVwjROwvOiXgRqryN9S78uxEDJ4n5zxEz4HMyUQMd1_6F9sH2bdEpf0PHsYiJXeZzgPRtUEqkpXB4OyF7OHKYFno8Yf4XcvJpQX5wiGN2LhoNtbPBHe-GpWBAvBtEoOD3c6DYTKyr1BaK32Ym5q5K2H612uypGroY1_hyphenhyphenlq0/s320/Pete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyD8mOceeWP4gP7KNDXypGVwjROwvOiXgRqryN9S78uxEDJ4n5zxEz4HMyUQMd1_6F9sH2bdEpf0PHsYiJXeZzgPRtUEqkpXB4OyF7OHKYFno8Yf4XcvJpQX5wiGN2LhoNtbPBHe-GpWBAvBtEoOD3c6DYTKyr1BaK32Ym5q5K2H612uypGroY1_hyphenhyphenlq0/w129-h172/Pete.jpg" width="129" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pete r</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LXHIh39UAL2B765wv0uW9FWxM6T0Qm0ElV511xnrLlI5NNmedGlBkYFOLnOekQqiVpoKXqBn9-LNsGUxFb6_fiY3c4BbN4xXAWcR5zEOFG0bTddh6-e8q1SM71XUxCcoIfpfZ2EhBZuTeA5z9Gyn9x-RCnNlB4e4AYrvRDHYEokIqSPbmwK8IUD0cual/s198/Trent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="154" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LXHIh39UAL2B765wv0uW9FWxM6T0Qm0ElV511xnrLlI5NNmedGlBkYFOLnOekQqiVpoKXqBn9-LNsGUxFb6_fiY3c4BbN4xXAWcR5zEOFG0bTddh6-e8q1SM71XUxCcoIfpfZ2EhBZuTeA5z9Gyn9x-RCnNlB4e4AYrvRDHYEokIqSPbmwK8IUD0cual/w138-h177/Trent.jpg" width="138" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">robert</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>pEter is a bit if a no all bekause meny yeahs ago he was in 3 pee. eye dont now wat class Rboert was in.</div><div>Any way" they both like to spek Late in.</div><div><br /></div><div>dominus vobiscum</div><div><br /></div><div>pEEter is and athist and roBERt is a chatholic. they r gue a lot about dog. is he reel:</div><div>did he make the werld! Peetr says know. Robrt says yees.</div><div><br /></div><div>on sondays ROBRET works in the chip ship sells whol E pictures.</div><div>Petre dosnt werk. fool stop.</div><div>He used too drink wine at work.</div><div>RObrt cleens to lets.</div><div><br /></div><div>thats' it</div><div><br /></div><div>Shau</div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-89914469910976295892024-03-14T13:12:00.001+13:002024-03-14T13:12:08.351+13:00Pitabread was running a little late.<p> The traffic was unusually busy near the Wrongurway Heads.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NEECxT5ghr2DJrhlmJKtChds8d3O-5iktGKm5SLzeDClxtG90DDwwObeuHTAhTYeZIRp0Z-fEp4UREZmNxsYhIR0-LbKM_HRVtWffOyg488UF7goZMlWIfR3pgnTJDjB8f1ZEqFU-tb-lhQ694Tk5fqOILB1Xx7rEFQWSko7odmApl8BU0ttoIm-yU46/s201/busy(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="152" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3NEECxT5ghr2DJrhlmJKtChds8d3O-5iktGKm5SLzeDClxtG90DDwwObeuHTAhTYeZIRp0Z-fEp4UREZmNxsYhIR0-LbKM_HRVtWffOyg488UF7goZMlWIfR3pgnTJDjB8f1ZEqFU-tb-lhQ694Tk5fqOILB1Xx7rEFQWSko7odmApl8BU0ttoIm-yU46/w206-h272/busy(1).jpg" width="206" /></a></div><br /><p>Pitabread said "Bhreesh!" several times. He also tried to swear in Chinese.</p>"该死!"<div><br /></div><div>When he finally arrived at the club he was almost twenty minutes late. Play had begun and Pitabread decided to settle down with a coffee and watch for a while.</div><div>He sat next to Hilda and Jenny. They smiled at him, then continued their in-depth conversation.</div><div>Then Pitabread spotted who was playing.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71KGLqPRa0iLRSuS4S8K6FxA2VcyG4rxSJrxnkTAZzNBFztiMBRMLdt-I3JVM_6H6BPFFa41R6VU85q19ZuOS-xxBx0bU38YCtqnGe_rlb7eYzdQFRTrOu6VA23V_kmfXeEGLaURChQQFv-iw9Y42vgBtA2Mmcc9cLq0aoBejORSRQNBdOUXndA4lggQx/s178/ttt(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="121" data-original-width="178" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71KGLqPRa0iLRSuS4S8K6FxA2VcyG4rxSJrxnkTAZzNBFztiMBRMLdt-I3JVM_6H6BPFFa41R6VU85q19ZuOS-xxBx0bU38YCtqnGe_rlb7eYzdQFRTrOu6VA23V_kmfXeEGLaURChQQFv-iw9Y42vgBtA2Mmcc9cLq0aoBejORSRQNBdOUXndA4lggQx/w237-h161/ttt(1).jpg" width="237" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;">Mickey!</h3><div>Bloody Mickey, the know-it-all right-wing bully, was back!</div><div><br /></div><div>Pitabread thought about walking back to his car there and then. His two companions were still deep in conversation and wouldn't have noticed.</div><div>Then he remembered some very good advice he had got from a blogging friend, Dickie (of Dickie's Trombone Case).</div><div>Dickie had advised him, "Μην ξοδεύετε τη ζωή σας ανησυχώντας."</div><div>Pitabread remembered how he had put a sign on the comments section of his blog telling people to speak English. </div><div>Pitabread thought, "Ah, it's all Greek to me!"</div><div>Dickie had gone on to advise him, "Απλά αγνοήστε τον. Δεν είναι δικό σου πρόβλημα."</div><div>Pitabread wished, in that moment, that he had paid attention to those Greek classes they had sat through in 3Bean many years ago. He smiled as he remembered that Dickie had been in 3 Heck.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another blogger, Robot, had said that he should make up with Mickey because God does love a few National Party supporters. Robot had given him some advice in Frisian but had obviously copied something incorrectly into Google Translate.</div><div>The advice he'd given Pitabread was, when Pitabread translated it, "Have fun buoys, but don't use sign language."</div><div><br /></div><div>Pitabread was very confused about what to do next.</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Here is where you come in, dear reader.</h3><div><i><b>Can you leave a comment,</b></i> in English and not another silly language or American, to help Pitabread out of his predicament?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure he would really appreciate your help.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Thanks, in anticipation.</i></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-44201418289882695992024-03-14T08:47:00.002+13:002024-03-14T08:47:43.217+13:00ADEO IN MISERIS ETIAM VITAE AMANTES SUNT MORTALES.<p> This seems to be a popular title around the blogs at the moment.</p><p>The Curmudgeon used it first.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRfwJO-EeaWXK1BosNa7MAcMSoCAd_pie2hwcNPDFeybI4hJkxXkujh87njWtUAlATlH-UxEtIWc7POkfq1-myoxdVDGlZT44hx1a5nAmdjCRs-nz0usW-QeE8NpdiphwTmW8Tb_lP9-75CPThRzfApwOD9F-sz66V_raIn-WJIkzZ9lBgdvJtKXVk-Xv/s903/Screenshot%20(288)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="903" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRfwJO-EeaWXK1BosNa7MAcMSoCAd_pie2hwcNPDFeybI4hJkxXkujh87njWtUAlATlH-UxEtIWc7POkfq1-myoxdVDGlZT44hx1a5nAmdjCRs-nz0usW-QeE8NpdiphwTmW8Tb_lP9-75CPThRzfApwOD9F-sz66V_raIn-WJIkzZ9lBgdvJtKXVk-Xv/w455-h310/Screenshot%20(288)(1).png" width="455" /></a></div><br /><p>It appears twice on his blog.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRhqyCnIjc0ZqdegeTP2_wO7U4mfUUsEZNhz2ZGqFi9cPOHchngzQ7qC9v7wT1i-egwb32TGTV7UEp-PT3CPkSD_Q_UGr7_wnpP8_tbnGGLz5ZxmK4QWUhdlBhLgk1Vln3UrumMttW-mHALy4Yq1ALow6Wf3fePR6QeDlnBmFFi7bGTmysBYWrRQDC3eK/s873/Screenshot%20(290)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="873" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRhqyCnIjc0ZqdegeTP2_wO7U4mfUUsEZNhz2ZGqFi9cPOHchngzQ7qC9v7wT1i-egwb32TGTV7UEp-PT3CPkSD_Q_UGr7_wnpP8_tbnGGLz5ZxmK4QWUhdlBhLgk1Vln3UrumMttW-mHALy4Yq1ALow6Wf3fePR6QeDlnBmFFi7bGTmysBYWrRQDC3eK/w399-h232/Screenshot%20(290)(1).png" width="399" /></a></div><br /><p>Even though he seems to have a thing about languages other than English.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2t9P1R2wG3FOagrecGYSUxsZDwrctKmi3GJmq_8m6NrKiFjtIlK9rSYslYIBa0Mcy4nZy31OGypvxABxblRWVlfmYTNK167xgM5_moi_5KTogJCH4P4mWPBiH2vqDeBLpvsEs9Rv4bC0mmWykJ1RtVwEDTkHi4Um7r9M0dfQgBBoF4xWvIFoC59O2XE8s/s916/Screenshot%20(291)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="449" data-original-width="916" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2t9P1R2wG3FOagrecGYSUxsZDwrctKmi3GJmq_8m6NrKiFjtIlK9rSYslYIBa0Mcy4nZy31OGypvxABxblRWVlfmYTNK167xgM5_moi_5KTogJCH4P4mWPBiH2vqDeBLpvsEs9Rv4bC0mmWykJ1RtVwEDTkHi4Um7r9M0dfQgBBoF4xWvIFoC59O2XE8s/w437-h214/Screenshot%20(291)(1).png" width="437" /></a></div><br /><p>Robert seemed to like the phrase because he used it too.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0htR60j7mou37NQf1sxr2NsuZHl2isMHGkEbS1OcyBsCigXr953Ng2ZtqnR1RLiTkkzCQZNALu1jvyf5jnqZmMkvGNcjlRM2GcAeBw1ujzl1Ewcmwo-vIihHI3KqOQs-u6rthiyegvPdTrl9NherrNEwyYZcWyHKXc-M5AifuQpTMQ22SJ8mhRUpPUy_v/s1111/Screenshot%20(289)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="1111" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0htR60j7mou37NQf1sxr2NsuZHl2isMHGkEbS1OcyBsCigXr953Ng2ZtqnR1RLiTkkzCQZNALu1jvyf5jnqZmMkvGNcjlRM2GcAeBw1ujzl1Ewcmwo-vIihHI3KqOQs-u6rthiyegvPdTrl9NherrNEwyYZcWyHKXc-M5AifuQpTMQ22SJ8mhRUpPUy_v/w478-h228/Screenshot%20(289)(1).png" width="478" /></a></div><br /><p>What's this all about?</p><p>Is it somehow cool to use titles in Latin?</p><p>I know they spoke it in 3P, back in 1966, but they were a weird lot who feasted on communion hosts.</p><p>Robert uses the language because he associates it with the Catholic <strike>underage sex ring</strike> church.</p><p>This is all good business for Google Translate.</p><p>Evidently the sentence means, "So that even mortals are lovers of life in misery."</p><p>Well, that's what Google Translate says it means. I don't speak Latin, even though I was an altar boy in the days when the mass was in Latin.</p><p>There you go.</p><p>Let's use Google Translate again.</p><p>"所以即使是凡人也热爱苦难中的生活."</p><p>Well, when it comes to these two bloggers, it's all Chinese to me.</p><p>Che stronzata!</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-69626060791399683082024-03-12T07:13:00.001+13:002024-03-12T07:13:54.687+13:00Off to work soon.<p> The good thing about my job is that, if I go in a little early, I can practise my violin.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzKqJw8ARoIBvL2Un06ousNVY5bVuNixLQda0L-wQG3Sicjp4Ur9hqK1tVdJEiPEgdEg2wzxEqKsMkjsSwxZmjcgRKx8P6rBqm29KrW26FzY3yj06ZXZuvwUMkKPbvsuBJDammSDO8OlX8w0Luy12r_fzQ8iW7zc2boJVwstioeT2wvQ6-LBilLXjv5nG/s2160/vln%20centre%20chinrest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzKqJw8ARoIBvL2Un06ousNVY5bVuNixLQda0L-wQG3Sicjp4Ur9hqK1tVdJEiPEgdEg2wzxEqKsMkjsSwxZmjcgRKx8P6rBqm29KrW26FzY3yj06ZXZuvwUMkKPbvsuBJDammSDO8OlX8w0Luy12r_fzQ8iW7zc2boJVwstioeT2wvQ6-LBilLXjv5nG/w165-h165/vln%20centre%20chinrest.jpg" width="165" /></a></p><p>Remember the 12 things that help your jazz playing?</p><p>Well, today's three things are:</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Playing over m7b5 chords using the ascending form of the melodic minor.</li><li>A Coltrane diminished lick.</li><li>3rd<b>/</b>7th double stops.</li></ul><p></p><p>I'll get on the road before 7.45am, hopefully earlier, and get stuck into that practice. My first student is due at 9.30am.</p><p>How's your practice going?</p><p>Remember that it pays to have a plan.</p><p>Ciao tutti.</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-28433497092362951672024-03-09T11:42:00.002+13:002024-03-09T11:42:52.509+13:00Sabato.<p> The sun is out.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiC_3rj0gHRtAnwESeN1Qqda4CCCzyEFsiv1soIQAP22l55vdIF1VSPw3Jba6zVlUcP7xMt4EQkuzYWiHDbU8WAG51e6fzCmsL8QaEjwE2KZWC0gzhLK-VPF97ga7urbITaNWre1JIFQsXssjhlYIHwTVtP1fPt2B7uBtr5TWFxmNKxMPBlDlESX_7d4N/s216/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="216" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiC_3rj0gHRtAnwESeN1Qqda4CCCzyEFsiv1soIQAP22l55vdIF1VSPw3Jba6zVlUcP7xMt4EQkuzYWiHDbU8WAG51e6fzCmsL8QaEjwE2KZWC0gzhLK-VPF97ga7urbITaNWre1JIFQsXssjhlYIHwTVtP1fPt2B7uBtr5TWFxmNKxMPBlDlESX_7d4N/s1600/sun.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Well, in reality, the sun has been out since God said, "Let there be light."<div>This is the same god who said, "Hey, we won't have any problems with our clergy in the church."</div><div>Though, Robert wrote a post on this and he seems to think it's just a bit of a glitch.</div><div>Maybe we just need another flood.</div><div>Where's Noah?</div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't done any practice yet today, but I have taken care of a few jobs - I'm working on the music for a Scottish gig that I should never have accepted and I painted the bit on Shelley's car where she got hit by a supermarket trolley - the damage doer buggered off. Bastard!</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, I'd better get some violin practice done.</div><div><u>Let's see if we can get fifty comments on this post.</u></div><div>Ciao tutti.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com102tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-1296228712184639002024-03-08T08:47:00.001+13:002024-03-08T08:47:57.435+13:00Friday.<p> It's nice to not be at school today. Especially since my tongue has been rubbing on my stitches and is really sore.</p><p>I hope to get quite a bit of practice done today - double bass and violin.</p><p>I've decided not to go to golf. Anyway, I haven't been near a golf course much since the 1970s.</p><p>I've decided to give tennis a miss for a while too. Again, it is many years since I've played tennis, so no big deal.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86F9o0lRlAQkyXyNjHLGJOUdBiotGMgBbvwjumu_B0CjBOLt21MH2e6wQ2ACx6n8AioVczIeynFjYlBUxuSbjZAGfHqp9HblDtYx-J5ZqNMdwxtKoOGb944TPhyB4SVxdoXE7euojCIqeJ3J0B9IGYBgjbFVk68fydIqdlbEooP5Q9dLXjxtYEjpBo2K8/s405/big%20deal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="270" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86F9o0lRlAQkyXyNjHLGJOUdBiotGMgBbvwjumu_B0CjBOLt21MH2e6wQ2ACx6n8AioVczIeynFjYlBUxuSbjZAGfHqp9HblDtYx-J5ZqNMdwxtKoOGb944TPhyB4SVxdoXE7euojCIqeJ3J0B9IGYBgjbFVk68fydIqdlbEooP5Q9dLXjxtYEjpBo2K8/s320/big%20deal.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that's a big deal!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>That joke will probably cheer Peter up. Robert might like it too.</p><p>There you go, a happy readership today.</p><p>So, I might as well leave you there.</p><p>Ciao tutti.</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-13729959754313155142024-03-07T20:19:00.000+13:002024-03-07T20:19:07.336+13:00Okay, let's start with some weird objects.<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wGS3tv40j7Tkq1RtPUPOgOoDVqiNA9qceojkH1PXcK8v-z6Zqt4dctyS2RMY086LaJy08O67QFTLAyOqCllWYBIL4lCv_L_q8r7g-14RvlWtCcir78hMENVPQBfZKh4igcSU1_en7fZy-D3K_yR-XRDmpATyz1yWlLbjtLrDoUrco4Ey2_U-iMSPjfB2/s474/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="474" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wGS3tv40j7Tkq1RtPUPOgOoDVqiNA9qceojkH1PXcK8v-z6Zqt4dctyS2RMY086LaJy08O67QFTLAyOqCllWYBIL4lCv_L_q8r7g-14RvlWtCcir78hMENVPQBfZKh4igcSU1_en7fZy-D3K_yR-XRDmpATyz1yWlLbjtLrDoUrco4Ey2_U-iMSPjfB2/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makes Peter's wrench look a bit ordinary!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDE6U6C76zw1vbVrmDzm_qeIWISC_-zfKCBDIvoFXuh5A9sPsciluEy-cBXsKFSZnih5QGXDJFVeXF4lciUDKeTxZCrCkduTLla4j5nf3WDbfiM5VtUmhznAMo0JYQmLbCIyLwPMkNDj-ihB5ZdPLLLWD-SbYfDUMCP5DXpbbp2gzLFYxU50mfExaOE-7G/s368/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="202" data-original-width="368" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDE6U6C76zw1vbVrmDzm_qeIWISC_-zfKCBDIvoFXuh5A9sPsciluEy-cBXsKFSZnih5QGXDJFVeXF4lciUDKeTxZCrCkduTLla4j5nf3WDbfiM5VtUmhznAMo0JYQmLbCIyLwPMkNDj-ihB5ZdPLLLWD-SbYfDUMCP5DXpbbp2gzLFYxU50mfExaOE-7G/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, it's as good a place as any to keep false teeth.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRJOjyFRBJ-A9zmkR4Ucs2t7oUdFOnOz0dTH9QbCBn4halHz7K_N47ytzkGAcIux1aNvY1cWT4_vPzQ3Dj0F5gYmQw-6Vgp4n3DpO22GwfY6QK6k1eckfxSapWOLlNCPAy2HXwzwTjFPCfCvMVWsFFFBvTshaKLUDSMYNC5UZxBFzFbOPW5AJYjEXD0GF/s324/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRJOjyFRBJ-A9zmkR4Ucs2t7oUdFOnOz0dTH9QbCBn4halHz7K_N47ytzkGAcIux1aNvY1cWT4_vPzQ3Dj0F5gYmQw-6Vgp4n3DpO22GwfY6QK6k1eckfxSapWOLlNCPAy2HXwzwTjFPCfCvMVWsFFFBvTshaKLUDSMYNC5UZxBFzFbOPW5AJYjEXD0GF/s320/3.jpg" width="222" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I bet Robert knows what it's for!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLC86QPigxr9srwFi0l801xbFuCQZEwhVgn6PGWJKlvrn9G2ktDXsBazXvCaUKETBmgkeTgY73jijvVTk_u1KzDIjUZLX2xJtrwhIuFdjUROuWl5PeclqZ_vzlUZIznrDkhqJ319e3bd7mxrhmv10OYbqQA5ytSzS21zoj3aGYTYK0lGfYR2CAB4kg1jkN/s343/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="343" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLC86QPigxr9srwFi0l801xbFuCQZEwhVgn6PGWJKlvrn9G2ktDXsBazXvCaUKETBmgkeTgY73jijvVTk_u1KzDIjUZLX2xJtrwhIuFdjUROuWl5PeclqZ_vzlUZIznrDkhqJ319e3bd7mxrhmv10OYbqQA5ytSzS21zoj3aGYTYK0lGfYR2CAB4kg1jkN/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You certainly wouldn't want to get this up your arse.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>It's starting to get dark in Nuova Lazio. I've had a quiet day today and have only done half an hour's practice on my violin. </div><div><br /></div><div>I started by practising playing some harmonic minors (ascending) a fifth away from the root over the first three chords to Sweet Georgia Brown - D7, G7 and C7. They feature the #11.</div><div>Then I quickly played through a Coltrane diminished lick. C E G Eb, Eb G Bb F#, etc.</div><div>After that I played some 6th and 5th double stops up the neck. That was it for today because then I headed off to the dentist.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the dentist I've basically been wasting time, though I did drive over the hill to a music shop to pick up a book for one of my students. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm waiting to take my last pill for the day. It's a pain killer. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hope I can get twenty comments for this post.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao.</div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-15433804109387385692024-03-07T17:58:00.000+13:002024-03-07T17:58:02.012+13:00What an outfit! Cute hat!<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5N8Yv5M6yrZuDTFM5g4VbE5HL9vwHNNrzlKBUpkM1csgYrVtqxo2V1BODfx5rSzwPhATC0A7tZZBOvwWjnSg7ZMUF3p34L8_4ZombbNSRfuRyXo0OWM-IF4Zpl4LAKwPyh1ipGod0TLtHUVHcW_uRAwCBrwL29Nmy9hCKOnD8tPmMk25wF490N2kCy4-U/s674/What%20a%20Burke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5N8Yv5M6yrZuDTFM5g4VbE5HL9vwHNNrzlKBUpkM1csgYrVtqxo2V1BODfx5rSzwPhATC0A7tZZBOvwWjnSg7ZMUF3p34L8_4ZombbNSRfuRyXo0OWM-IF4Zpl4LAKwPyh1ipGod0TLtHUVHcW_uRAwCBrwL29Nmy9hCKOnD8tPmMk25wF490N2kCy4-U/s320/What%20a%20Burke.jpg" width="259" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You don't see many aging men dressed like this!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>This guy reckons that you can fix some of the world's problems with a prayer that goes on for nine months. I assume he and his team won't be praying to Zeus or The Sun God. </div><div><br /></div><div>Robert says they're praying to Mary, the mother of Jesus (not to be confused with 'cheeses').</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlv7N3bHMSzeaIe9KVTQjTK_OUMRdl0hxEhuZHjD2VfjX9bSlli8M6Cj8dlwEw_ShlaJsKiOUBvN1FoF0Kx6xO9CVvUUzrpxXrN6zbBvCtEMxGY0u7z7AgYddTcrTNsN_ck1LkXaMdWlK8BToAPcIrUQr4n9JGfA4yr8NoTYnlI5p4gzgIhu9bqaThJ5t/s1000/found%20the%20head.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="558" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlv7N3bHMSzeaIe9KVTQjTK_OUMRdl0hxEhuZHjD2VfjX9bSlli8M6Cj8dlwEw_ShlaJsKiOUBvN1FoF0Kx6xO9CVvUUzrpxXrN6zbBvCtEMxGY0u7z7AgYddTcrTNsN_ck1LkXaMdWlK8BToAPcIrUQr4n9JGfA4yr8NoTYnlI5p4gzgIhu9bqaThJ5t/s320/found%20the%20head.jpg" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Man, "I found a boy's head under here!"<br />Mary, "Jesus Christ!"<br />Man, "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."<br />Mary, "No, that's his name."<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Some people's names work against them. Cardinal Burke's surname really didn't do him any favours. </div><div>Maybe that's why he was drawn to an orange hat?</div><div>Well, they say it takes all sorts.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmJVUstD5gT1O-UaeGq28E-4ZSv4wmp38Fo6Rz4CzoHiCk63b4nsQDc7rWduNKJg3lCIhaCw5o2BU5H0a8YWQa6RqonNYoK5My-GQdnlB0IALXqflVPk0r5u56YOSxpO3wKheh27otIOvHx-GbN1s3H8k3enlxGnrKLY2hWjpgBGFD_fgSSUennLhDL7y/s417/Liquorice%20Allsorts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="324" data-original-width="417" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmJVUstD5gT1O-UaeGq28E-4ZSv4wmp38Fo6Rz4CzoHiCk63b4nsQDc7rWduNKJg3lCIhaCw5o2BU5H0a8YWQa6RqonNYoK5My-GQdnlB0IALXqflVPk0r5u56YOSxpO3wKheh27otIOvHx-GbN1s3H8k3enlxGnrKLY2hWjpgBGFD_fgSSUennLhDL7y/w239-h186/Liquorice%20Allsorts.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liquorice Allsorts.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I went to the dentist this morning and was in the chair for just under two hours. The dentist pulled out a tooth and then put a thing in the whole, to replace it, and then stitched it all in place. They're eventually going to attach a tooth thing to it. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyJkB3aW43GeQhwz1fBpgqkDT3INdSpzxXBS70NY7FTf78WHdNp4VlP1ZaTwFYSkp5gv_Vg5GrlwsnKv0N4O6CkbbtPBgJCctiA28meD1E8ShonsfGDXEjf7otTbxdPnLwsKTzn8PA8hRg04ltl57RInikXiW-u9-FRljqTeL_Z5zppVjHJIsTcNQXu1E/s216/tooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="216" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyJkB3aW43GeQhwz1fBpgqkDT3INdSpzxXBS70NY7FTf78WHdNp4VlP1ZaTwFYSkp5gv_Vg5GrlwsnKv0N4O6CkbbtPBgJCctiA28meD1E8ShonsfGDXEjf7otTbxdPnLwsKTzn8PA8hRg04ltl57RInikXiW-u9-FRljqTeL_Z5zppVjHJIsTcNQXu1E/s1600/tooth.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Okay, I've run out of things to talk about. Maybe I'll go and do some violin practice.</div><div>I might have some ice cream first.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's see if we can get this post to 20 comments!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao.<br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-16555570093415148342024-03-03T13:58:00.000+13:002024-03-03T13:58:34.208+13:00How to change the strings on a double bass.<p> Hi.</p><p>The first thing is to know what a double bass looks like.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LquIElY3kBKritV0HAAN4yuPw2q53Yx-t-L4UIzccH43-xz2MhgYhn9ycI_CELD351jaLUCnCoYnfBhX2YOovU9GdCjmTCs-AgS9eEm0W68iRf5KsZegKS4fLsgfvMaU4b6sQx0hpP_yvTq5F_Kh4i34AsHK2NMJfGLh7Cn7uWyNfeozXJ9rNyfmGstm/s600/spanner.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LquIElY3kBKritV0HAAN4yuPw2q53Yx-t-L4UIzccH43-xz2MhgYhn9ycI_CELD351jaLUCnCoYnfBhX2YOovU9GdCjmTCs-AgS9eEm0W68iRf5KsZegKS4fLsgfvMaU4b6sQx0hpP_yvTq5F_Kh4i34AsHK2NMJfGLh7Cn7uWyNfeozXJ9rNyfmGstm/w222-h222/spanner.webp" width="222" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For example, this is a spanner and not a double bass.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Secondly, you'll have to buy some double bass strings.</p><p>If you don't know where to buy double bass strings, you probably haven't got a double bass, so just carry on with your life.</p><p>Except for its tuners, which are more mechanical, changing the strings on a double bass shouldn't be too hard for anyone who has changed violin strings, so just read my last post. Mind you, the strings will take quite a bit longer to wind up.</p><p>Good luck.</p><p>Bye.</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-74857486353309408422024-03-03T08:49:00.000+13:002024-03-03T08:49:59.503+13:00How to write a good blog post. A lesson for Peter, aka The Curmudgeon.<p> Okay, I was going to call this 'How to write a <b>great</b> blog post', but it's best to start down the line a bit.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-7tcpH0hA-ltbI5zeBM35ulAsVUD1uoMAHSb-GtBdpG7eMf4WSCNbvlAFFGh3Q9YnuSlL0nz6Wgp6fdmfoEHYaOQ2uZbQaDL6Lq8JCoHH6c-0YMLVFSNadhfphWu9mD2WkNJUU9MPIu2m4f_h5K6ka7RfoPjZvCLpZo_2T0J9CCE5jiDrju_jeT50GPi/s474/train.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="474" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-7tcpH0hA-ltbI5zeBM35ulAsVUD1uoMAHSb-GtBdpG7eMf4WSCNbvlAFFGh3Q9YnuSlL0nz6Wgp6fdmfoEHYaOQ2uZbQaDL6Lq8JCoHH6c-0YMLVFSNadhfphWu9mD2WkNJUU9MPIu2m4f_h5K6ka7RfoPjZvCLpZo_2T0J9CCE5jiDrju_jeT50GPi/s320/train.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(readers like a pun)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The first step to writing a good post is to pick a good topic. Here is a list of good topics, topics that will grab public interest, and bad topics:</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">GOOD TOPICS...</h3><div>Changing violin strings. Getting ready for a double bass gig. Twelve things that will improve your violin jazz playing. What's happening on the blogs. Sunday morning at Richard's Bass Bag.* Hey, what strings do you use? Choosing a bass bow.</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">BAD TOPICS...</h3><div>A storm that blows an outside chair over. Building a fence. This red wine has been chilled! How to make dinner out of communion hosts. The Curmudgeon talks to some dead person. Gardening. Windows in my house. The trailer needs fixing.</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Okay, you're probably needing an example of an interesting blog post, so here's one...</h3><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u>Time to change those violin strings!</u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><u><br /></u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">As you know, tone is a very important part of violin playing. Things like how you use your bow are important in tone production, but it also helps tremendously to fit good strings. Don't buy the cheapest strings available. This is similar to buying a car or an electric drill - buy the best strings that you can afford.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3iaNqrPVr07fc0OXxBVjFKOAe4RDL72xxSsWWtNY4d43B68HZP4jRiFsLKCofe-RvkFy19-7E2CdAWxmjZbLyht-Y0VVZA4SSi026brhiJlJGbMrdYdWZDVQovsJXo77_rBaJ01yS8_vr61qzW9_yBaXBiuzQwvSR49OamCF1H05qpOoqz5Eb9Ztb6gL/s437/drill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="437" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3iaNqrPVr07fc0OXxBVjFKOAe4RDL72xxSsWWtNY4d43B68HZP4jRiFsLKCofe-RvkFy19-7E2CdAWxmjZbLyht-Y0VVZA4SSi026brhiJlJGbMrdYdWZDVQovsJXo77_rBaJ01yS8_vr61qzW9_yBaXBiuzQwvSR49OamCF1H05qpOoqz5Eb9Ztb6gL/w204-h159/drill.jpg" width="204" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(this picture creates interest for the reader)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Personally, I go for Evah Pirazzi Gold, and they are not cheap!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Remember that you don't want your bridge or soundpost to fall over, so don't take all the strings off at once. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe replace the E string first. Don't forget to get that little sleeve, that only this string has, sitting on the bridge. That will stop this thin metal string from cutting into the bridge. Maybe do the G next. Get them tuned approximately right to keep pressure on the bridge. The A string is going to be the hardest to fit because its tuning peg is very close to the scroll and it can be tricky to get the string through the peg's little hole. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiph89iyBhDgBTcodOYj_r8fjiH8ZaOIzNOlF8Yyl6ex8ZWXsb7SNIF72n7L1YMuUYamzQbLi8wuImXKoT-7qMSVS8OYPP2Cj8m00YOxMTyqQUl3t23PM5LwJqYxdmr3sv2DOCdZvoWe5I7jDpNQeHjhB0hKtSuZJt2o6MHDS8nHj2I5QWO9Vf8kWHnxd58/s269/strings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="269" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiph89iyBhDgBTcodOYj_r8fjiH8ZaOIzNOlF8Yyl6ex8ZWXsb7SNIF72n7L1YMuUYamzQbLi8wuImXKoT-7qMSVS8OYPP2Cj8m00YOxMTyqQUl3t23PM5LwJqYxdmr3sv2DOCdZvoWe5I7jDpNQeHjhB0hKtSuZJt2o6MHDS8nHj2I5QWO9Vf8kWHnxd58/w211-h177/strings.jpg" width="211" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(pictures help to keep the reader's interest up)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Let's finish off with replacing the D string. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All done, except that now it's time to tune and tune and tune because the new strings will stretch and maybe even slip a bit. Don't worry, they should settle down in about two weeks.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope you enjoyed this post. Please feel free to leave a comment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><u>Okay, there you go. Always remember to use a signing off remark.</u> Notice how I encouraged people to leave a comment. If you can get your comments up to about 12, this will make you look good and make your blog look successful. If you get no comments, you can always leave some yourself - just use the Anonymous function and make up a name.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's an example...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Anonymous said...</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Hey, great post! This post had a nice flow to it and was interesting.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Thanks.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Viol Linbo</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">See how I had a bit of fun with the person's name too. Readers like that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay, I admit that good posting is an art, much like playing the violin. Ask yourself, "What are my readers likely to be interested in?"</div><div style="text-align: left;">A topic, like changing violin strings, creates an interest because a lot of readers are probably wondering about how it is done.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">AN IMPOSTANT NOTE TO FINISH...</h3><div style="text-align: left;"><u>When the post is finished, you are not!</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are probably little grammatical or typing mistakes. Here are two examples...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>When I play golf, I like to have clean crubs. </i>(sloppy typing)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Tell me, what is you're favourite meal? </i>(grammar!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u>YOU ARE NOT FINISHED UNTIL YOU HAVE PROOFREAD YOUR POST!</u></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is something that you will often notice when reading posts by Peter and Robert (two bloggers on this circuit). It can be very off putting for readers who come up against this writing carelessness. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It really doesn't take long to proofread what you have written AND it adds a lot to reader enjoyment.**</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>* the original bass bagging site</div><div><br /></div><div>** especially if they are old schoolteachers</div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-88822193590294993442024-02-28T13:21:00.001+13:002024-02-28T13:22:22.244+13:00Are you feeling a bit of a failure in life? Not so fast! Here are two incidents that will cheer you up - hey, there are worse things happening out there!<h3 style="text-align: left;"> <u>INCIDENT 1.</u></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;">The Religious Curmudgeon (Really The Curmudgeon dressed up with a pillow up his front and a funny little hat).</h3><div>The Religious Curmudgeon writes a post. He's taking aim at another blogger.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeBo1ffdyPN_P_eUK12upg2HpJ_HSbKkcjZsHCdJ4Wme_bBSgVGCzIA_thTb1RK3sdZZWI42LH_ueirG935507eD0l9qaKC2v0qlS3Tj27YqgQ4uSDwep7OSQnxr4EryCNfMvi5SN2Mb0nt24dM0eYAzRnvNw2Eb46KSYzwj1rILrOn7cyQfkqt99aE8m/s862/u.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="862" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeBo1ffdyPN_P_eUK12upg2HpJ_HSbKkcjZsHCdJ4Wme_bBSgVGCzIA_thTb1RK3sdZZWI42LH_ueirG935507eD0l9qaKC2v0qlS3Tj27YqgQ4uSDwep7OSQnxr4EryCNfMvi5SN2Mb0nt24dM0eYAzRnvNw2Eb46KSYzwj1rILrOn7cyQfkqt99aE8m/w374-h277/u.png" width="374" /></a></div><br /><div>Read here...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQR_yzTm77H-5y2Mrd2ZjClLLTQOVmLnS3-E4SfJuWlTYcn1my62yK9gv6otQcRLGaWe2hKu_9zqeHe4xO8AmPtLWblckL6UF-V0mfCL1Hr_4tLHkcgG_8MzPfhvEGj4cPrCE1gx40SxP9hvi1b5CAZLx3cKoR1tIC4KF8r4cm9itA3bZ9MQZHEb3TAkS/s852/d.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="852" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQR_yzTm77H-5y2Mrd2ZjClLLTQOVmLnS3-E4SfJuWlTYcn1my62yK9gv6otQcRLGaWe2hKu_9zqeHe4xO8AmPtLWblckL6UF-V0mfCL1Hr_4tLHkcgG_8MzPfhvEGj4cPrCE1gx40SxP9hvi1b5CAZLx3cKoR1tIC4KF8r4cm9itA3bZ9MQZHEb3TAkS/w375-h206/d.png" width="375" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzMC_X__3ybWHcU89F7mGdsq_kEZTi2y9JWtZnHSSLzOFPRPWloqDVeHy0e2P82tbYuQkb-UsUVrq2cdunahUjxUyDDaVDalsc-lN9nCKx2eG8ZPfLzad0Z35ZAd12fg1fN7Bxh-w_y4y-QfWo0sCO2WF16IT3WsfD2XmRYozwmyj2UgOh_TTlqYp28Cp/s1027/t.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="1027" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzMC_X__3ybWHcU89F7mGdsq_kEZTi2y9JWtZnHSSLzOFPRPWloqDVeHy0e2P82tbYuQkb-UsUVrq2cdunahUjxUyDDaVDalsc-lN9nCKx2eG8ZPfLzad0Z35ZAd12fg1fN7Bxh-w_y4y-QfWo0sCO2WF16IT3WsfD2XmRYozwmyj2UgOh_TTlqYp28Cp/w373-h224/t.png" width="373" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41V2uGr5wxIDXAojKOGTv3EuE6AXCzk_7pXtAM_9XMJKkMHM-kZrXI9bTv_o4ie4Ppn4UW6fHd3qQoaTH6OKHQEMd8OK675ralcgemefGdW4QDC5Rlspc1ETtDiQhb41qD2tU2ye0BxxkFCf3qvSQRaYTACWzXdsk1t0gLAwlBcGzjUWBW3PHw1QiayPM/s1041/q.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="1041" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41V2uGr5wxIDXAojKOGTv3EuE6AXCzk_7pXtAM_9XMJKkMHM-kZrXI9bTv_o4ie4Ppn4UW6fHd3qQoaTH6OKHQEMd8OK675ralcgemefGdW4QDC5Rlspc1ETtDiQhb41qD2tU2ye0BxxkFCf3qvSQRaYTACWzXdsk1t0gLAwlBcGzjUWBW3PHw1QiayPM/w379-h172/q.png" width="379" /></a></div><br /><div>Okay, cast your eyes on this bit at the bottom...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBIJBfXYIoYVsVpXY6jPA7fJwNUoV9BzWfebd8eSPpyc_ynWoU3Tk3q0Pr0aWeDtqZHU_QvrwKWH5zaNUvboHGROLKc6kkbxzWbDfonSlrKMJuZFU2HcGYWpQeO8FULeVMDbwB02Kr4CRcKhdZMrLgSBU0bQhVpAEG6F6h1pDhQdaFa5t_Xtw-YSitp1L/s242/q(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="158" data-original-width="242" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBIJBfXYIoYVsVpXY6jPA7fJwNUoV9BzWfebd8eSPpyc_ynWoU3Tk3q0Pr0aWeDtqZHU_QvrwKWH5zaNUvboHGROLKc6kkbxzWbDfonSlrKMJuZFU2HcGYWpQeO8FULeVMDbwB02Kr4CRcKhdZMrLgSBU0bQhVpAEG6F6h1pDhQdaFa5t_Xtw-YSitp1L/w294-h192/q(1).png" width="294" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;">No Comments:</h3><div>The request in the bottom line went unheeded.</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, he could have written an anonymous one himself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, that was a wasted post. Ah, but I guess it's proofreading practice for the old guy. If he does, in fact, attempt to proofread.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><u>INCIDENT 2.</u></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;">Richard (of RBB) plays a solo violin gig (with backing tracks).</h3><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIajYmhMEaJRuoDVIDQ_92IkDhNMuby0IzKA9Krh5Wvbx4WMjb63KDhM0VPgvSgaS5dRQW2aNK0FC2-UIWHL86Qsfl6_YwkpNNL_FbOrJef65LL-hEhaGKMPZJfX8aa73NpH_AvHxkgNle0KhuG-pUp6V7TarZ9suqwqxGgP1qELgmg1zN1SkFIus8Yvu/s1386/Riccardo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1133" data-original-width="1386" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIajYmhMEaJRuoDVIDQ_92IkDhNMuby0IzKA9Krh5Wvbx4WMjb63KDhM0VPgvSgaS5dRQW2aNK0FC2-UIWHL86Qsfl6_YwkpNNL_FbOrJef65LL-hEhaGKMPZJfX8aa73NpH_AvHxkgNle0KhuG-pUp6V7TarZ9suqwqxGgP1qELgmg1zN1SkFIus8Yvu/s320/Riccardo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>He is asked by the 'leader' of a group of older people staying a little north of Bulls (in a posh house in the country) to play some violin while dinner is slowly being prepared. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some people are preparing dinner, some are in a nearby swimming pool, two old blokes are playing a game where you throw a round thing onto a poking up stick and a couple of people are sitting drinking nearby. It looks to be a pretty relaxed gig. Richard (of RBB) plays some Bossa Nova pieces and some swing tunes from memory. He also throws in a couple of Irish tunes when they are requested by an Irishman who doesn't seem keen on Jazz.</div><div><br /></div><div>He plays for almost an hour. Then he is stopped by a guy who requests a particular Neil Diamond tune. Richard (of RBB) says that he doesn't really know it. The guy is determined and offers his phone to be plugged into the small sound system. He evidently wants Richard (of RBB) to be replaced by recorded music. Richard (of RBB) obliges and puts his violin away. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, whether he was playing well or badly, Richard (of RBB) feels insulted. This sort of thing doesn't normally happen to a live performer. The message, in this case, is pretty obvious, "I don't like your music so here's a better choice. Shut up and put it on."</div><div><br /></div><div>A person who does something like this is probably not empathetic towards performers and probably has a very narrow taste in music. </div><div><br /></div><div>In any case, it was a FAIL for Richard (of RBB).</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, dear reader, maybe you're doing better than you think?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Always look on the bright side of life.*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">* Two tips: If your blog post is getting no comments, write a few yourself or ask a friend to write something. Playing violin gigs will not always boost your self-esteem.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-6627867206395980482024-02-26T17:42:00.000+13:002024-02-26T17:42:19.732+13:00Out in the feilds. Oops, fields.<p> <br /><br /><br /></p>A talking tractor in Feilding.<br /><p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPdbAV_UsPqvvHs7TOW0MN2TBMQKKMmQh2Ykga2bl4NkWJCTyX6lab84IvktWfIDQuBCMoDQGWBAht7fHyDSwi5Jji2GGeW7_cY-a0BsmcIWLa50AxwZUfob7dP7Kn7svBAf60gmbX8fyh1lk0YNr8Agk9dQJ6FANflFXgWl49MeQ-FPsTJbK3Bm7S8OE/s843/F1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPdbAV_UsPqvvHs7TOW0MN2TBMQKKMmQh2Ykga2bl4NkWJCTyX6lab84IvktWfIDQuBCMoDQGWBAht7fHyDSwi5Jji2GGeW7_cY-a0BsmcIWLa50AxwZUfob7dP7Kn7svBAf60gmbX8fyh1lk0YNr8Agk9dQJ6FANflFXgWl49MeQ-FPsTJbK3Bm7S8OE/s320/F1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table></p>They have very thin horses in Feilding.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXZ1XacXn8e0PdEg8-_x4AUAuHP4cxKPUz8se8fn1OkffG3d8Dr5KSOVayQYDWVFjGrDpVCI284TmNP-hPcA_G7E21yeGMl1nkLia32UUPMyTwcovYSLREvX9DJsWc-m66qjc97_fRtt-hDzJdJhbGQV5fOeEepaYngaUmclb5ORAr3OaVzRvWHR4Fa7-/s843/F2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXZ1XacXn8e0PdEg8-_x4AUAuHP4cxKPUz8se8fn1OkffG3d8Dr5KSOVayQYDWVFjGrDpVCI284TmNP-hPcA_G7E21yeGMl1nkLia32UUPMyTwcovYSLREvX9DJsWc-m66qjc97_fRtt-hDzJdJhbGQV5fOeEepaYngaUmclb5ORAr3OaVzRvWHR4Fa7-/s320/F2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Feilding: His original name was John Goodtobehere but it was too long for a road sign.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YF_JAPB_fQd8vNC2DpEfWZFXlaauehXw6yx8FTSLSqfO8X-t3SMspBGGpprDJzggbuQKxuCfUnN_1NKKvreIHVrrGzpa8jVMYvzWdq7eqfLs7nGfVYl2mBuBSnr48B6PEXZcjtQsFFAzsbeJPTj7glYXcFXQ1N-MD4GToDA9dYh88SBOJVQzdZwbFB7J/s775/F3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="775" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YF_JAPB_fQd8vNC2DpEfWZFXlaauehXw6yx8FTSLSqfO8X-t3SMspBGGpprDJzggbuQKxuCfUnN_1NKKvreIHVrrGzpa8jVMYvzWdq7eqfLs7nGfVYl2mBuBSnr48B6PEXZcjtQsFFAzsbeJPTj7glYXcFXQ1N-MD4GToDA9dYh88SBOJVQzdZwbFB7J/s320/F3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>No one is safe from cobwebs in Feilding.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsGJW9sfS1LRtBikidYtBpbfPGwzHPncEIfB-sAaPqjDDIEudFCGGYwQBNTI8GU92hmVgMtcEcyGpfo_GTMrAgsFJ0aWCnyXqUNfaHO3INuzWiL43MxLXiLvy9xv4mbhwF30-Z8AJsJoGoEQUh5Fa8LIB49-NK1a1BkWY9QQ_mGYQ3DXFRjpCK9Yuq_8r/s843/F4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsGJW9sfS1LRtBikidYtBpbfPGwzHPncEIfB-sAaPqjDDIEudFCGGYwQBNTI8GU92hmVgMtcEcyGpfo_GTMrAgsFJ0aWCnyXqUNfaHO3INuzWiL43MxLXiLvy9xv4mbhwF30-Z8AJsJoGoEQUh5Fa8LIB49-NK1a1BkWY9QQ_mGYQ3DXFRjpCK9Yuq_8r/s320/F4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br />When you're making a statement in Feilding, but you don't really have time to plan it all out.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rOCCT9DLoH6VoxZmDVij6pUYH945dsarRln4xFO5CLlhbkr3x8ZjH-JPeMlIjGyoWsqANkqjUzk46wmvhXebaU00eH2c4gyarGfo8rLG-UqFIgW4ls7QG8rcaKM7YsWXdRxlE4Y62Pv1TIXGMWUA0tVKyFUHEe2fFI7HGm8w-K9tLZjgcHLDdASIxZ7t/s843/F5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rOCCT9DLoH6VoxZmDVij6pUYH945dsarRln4xFO5CLlhbkr3x8ZjH-JPeMlIjGyoWsqANkqjUzk46wmvhXebaU00eH2c4gyarGfo8rLG-UqFIgW4ls7QG8rcaKM7YsWXdRxlE4Y62Pv1TIXGMWUA0tVKyFUHEe2fFI7HGm8w-K9tLZjgcHLDdASIxZ7t/s320/F5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Halcombe. How come?<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfCB46uHIBdob6j0AOPL9WAUcjivM4HHHaBdLbYh9ffszjbGJfJtBgNX3OOcXwBJ00_zXzUUD07ILo_Hib3umxowNiPJwc0mVv0VsWx4OmjSCHKVB_P0D4TyenokkYdUwDh872QUhkNGPHNwv8i9_dag-owh-i6tP-5fr3yFAjFb6y1jIErBgAo2OhP7A/s487/F6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="487" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfCB46uHIBdob6j0AOPL9WAUcjivM4HHHaBdLbYh9ffszjbGJfJtBgNX3OOcXwBJ00_zXzUUD07ILo_Hib3umxowNiPJwc0mVv0VsWx4OmjSCHKVB_P0D4TyenokkYdUwDh872QUhkNGPHNwv8i9_dag-owh-i6tP-5fr3yFAjFb6y1jIErBgAo2OhP7A/s320/F6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>In Ashhurst they don't like slippery posts.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3m7mb5nV308m7xvCmFZtF0-KvByeLZbt5tSli-e_ZC-W7mp5Ed7AkBZl_0z5GMYDvc5YBLYPSPcwsdnxZz1QSwCBRHuL8yNyRTeBz73nPuFsA0u_BPW9Mb28M7rVmJG03Y8q0xOn-rOCD5pC16cnCr5iURsYo8Ij6vKrqghS7bHhosPMK1qzgk2sGnYL/s843/F7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3m7mb5nV308m7xvCmFZtF0-KvByeLZbt5tSli-e_ZC-W7mp5Ed7AkBZl_0z5GMYDvc5YBLYPSPcwsdnxZz1QSwCBRHuL8yNyRTeBz73nPuFsA0u_BPW9Mb28M7rVmJG03Y8q0xOn-rOCD5pC16cnCr5iURsYo8Ij6vKrqghS7bHhosPMK1qzgk2sGnYL/s320/F7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-39899210059338805542024-02-25T16:58:00.002+13:002024-02-25T16:58:25.888+13:00Coming soon... Who's fielding at Feilding?<h3 style="text-align: left;"> Richard's Bass Bag* introduces you to places near Palmy.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;">Also...</h3><div>What went wrong with Richard's solo violin gig over the weekend?</div><div><br /></div><div>And Gardens?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUljyVhIcIOsLDGRr10VT_KhrMlW7HA3P3BxCdE_LRJV-LvECeZ4XjwYDPDHLp416atoODjXb6hKQNbRvua7DEE5GTFVlw3tTNDWY-kS90Dix_ULI7vvI7oOa9ELhxsv5TLloMXq778gzr-zjTEAQyxLtgStfwiNfQASS9FsyTME6jkOOTCJuyKPr2qIRd/s1024/garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="1024" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUljyVhIcIOsLDGRr10VT_KhrMlW7HA3P3BxCdE_LRJV-LvECeZ4XjwYDPDHLp416atoODjXb6hKQNbRvua7DEE5GTFVlw3tTNDWY-kS90Dix_ULI7vvI7oOa9ELhxsv5TLloMXq778gzr-zjTEAQyxLtgStfwiNfQASS9FsyTME6jkOOTCJuyKPr2qIRd/s320/garden.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><i>You won't want to miss this post!</i></h3><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>* the original bass bagging site</div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-1605803372910591652024-02-22T09:53:00.000+13:002024-02-22T09:53:39.653+13:00Off to Marton.<p> Near Balls.*</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofMUYYQHE5iOy9YeIVwbzpw0E8BONKDokKZF6cdG_FmiS-CLBcE90974u8XCgAxCedcTpXPkQLZxycYszfns0PX3AQIaLdAs9rdro8mGRqv9WicHaLM3ofv26a037DFlVsUntvDDMW5etwblrWPCAaFZDIJLDLnGgD191NVQG8rNyomHscRwWHfMvhqrV/s474/balls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="474" height="129" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofMUYYQHE5iOy9YeIVwbzpw0E8BONKDokKZF6cdG_FmiS-CLBcE90974u8XCgAxCedcTpXPkQLZxycYszfns0PX3AQIaLdAs9rdro8mGRqv9WicHaLM3ofv26a037DFlVsUntvDDMW5etwblrWPCAaFZDIJLDLnGgD191NVQG8rNyomHscRwWHfMvhqrV/w172-h129/balls.jpg" width="172" /></a></div><br /><p>In the rural town of Balls, as an attempt to market themselves, they have erected witty signs like...</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Would you like a kick in them? Balls.</li><li>You may see some scratching around here. Balls.</li><li>We got rid of road signs. We wrote 'em on a scrotum. Balls.</li></ul><div>The people of Marton tried to compete with their neighbouring town...</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>We don't want a windy town, so no fartin'! Marton.</li></ul><div>Unfortunately, like 'New Zealand's own Fox Town' (Foxton), Marton's caption never really took off and was taken down. It was replaced with a sign that simply read, "Welcome to Marton."</div></div><p></p><p>I assume that there is a lot of interesting stuff to do in Martin. If not, there's always looking at sheep.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWUW92OZ_vq7uzsYnOpgp3kwhMEtviGosKhZ00Nw1fjIpa_4JTBSJScLYXjJWbksEXb51fxZrshL7ead8NvdgOnKaUmcdc9m8hgzlXaDy0Nor6K-S6fI2W_YxIHHxe4gmoFX3lvJh-mOnFj1DuYqYjJCvwa3utYubJ3zTqr0qLQMe67363eNuy3kVxO1O/s437/sheep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="437" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWUW92OZ_vq7uzsYnOpgp3kwhMEtviGosKhZ00Nw1fjIpa_4JTBSJScLYXjJWbksEXb51fxZrshL7ead8NvdgOnKaUmcdc9m8hgzlXaDy0Nor6K-S6fI2W_YxIHHxe4gmoFX3lvJh-mOnFj1DuYqYjJCvwa3utYubJ3zTqr0qLQMe67363eNuy3kVxO1O/s320/sheep.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Back Sunday.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>* No, that's not a proofreading error. I did that on purpose.</p>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-5779557974181768282024-02-21T14:12:00.000+13:002024-02-21T14:12:09.549+13:00Which is harder to throw, a gumboot or a sock? Does a nose ring make throwing these things easier?<p> Study these gumboots for a moment.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FhWu0kSOkmbIJALMolto5jk3b1AedTDpLxemkLcnLe2jGJwlIUp0KhMLKCrhVDxKqqAE6rVCvkrbn5IH1oINuuR9iIlIab4T4axNS_lYUv18J-sopDqdfVu91Edp_xNZRib_2AWr23miSp1qrVi10l2522_BiHi0RipjjAtdd5ZbiI8mbhEscO_wKasr/s320/boots%20with%20a%20spare%20pair%20of%20socks.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FhWu0kSOkmbIJALMolto5jk3b1AedTDpLxemkLcnLe2jGJwlIUp0KhMLKCrhVDxKqqAE6rVCvkrbn5IH1oINuuR9iIlIab4T4axNS_lYUv18J-sopDqdfVu91Edp_xNZRib_2AWr23miSp1qrVi10l2522_BiHi0RipjjAtdd5ZbiI8mbhEscO_wKasr/w145-h193/boots%20with%20a%20spare%20pair%20of%20socks.jpeg" width="145" /></a></div><br /><p>When does a gumboot become a sock, or a sock become a gumboot?</p><p>Peter has spent quite a bit of time bragging lately about how good he is at throwing a gumboot.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoNmNRbnVjyoCZD-0-FnZQw8U-7OPcsziQxbTpS3ceinKiVBsj6KJoTxynUidG6e5Ko4BuwxKzhMUslgwLDFFbK4nMspdHMlM7EfDr2GDl1igPQBH4MeW87al_1D-nbZHwa_JvjOOw5nKxUSGyeye1oH843ih0YX2m1IrPc-pVO7Gvm_P_ouxgM_irZ6n/s711/Screenshot%20(283)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="711" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoNmNRbnVjyoCZD-0-FnZQw8U-7OPcsziQxbTpS3ceinKiVBsj6KJoTxynUidG6e5Ko4BuwxKzhMUslgwLDFFbK4nMspdHMlM7EfDr2GDl1igPQBH4MeW87al_1D-nbZHwa_JvjOOw5nKxUSGyeye1oH843ih0YX2m1IrPc-pVO7Gvm_P_ouxgM_irZ6n/w487-h160/Screenshot%20(283)(1).png" width="487" /></a></div><br /><p>Hey, just a sec, look at this gumboot that belongs to Peter.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIv6dtgOu0sFwQChvFkXZn_uQKLyBUySuTCeCW7gXkEjLQcgSE9jodA9F_JYQ5O8YNM3dMliVksHj91YNVNAzsPN0c36fo6GlE5ZxPrsSKgbro1d_JTQwzJ-TvtSKMxS2svLu4E8SNSMJer98xB7Puho7ckivViSvm-sY8m_wBmhm3SeWqzOi46cvqzNJ/s236/bbbb(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="73" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIv6dtgOu0sFwQChvFkXZn_uQKLyBUySuTCeCW7gXkEjLQcgSE9jodA9F_JYQ5O8YNM3dMliVksHj91YNVNAzsPN0c36fo6GlE5ZxPrsSKgbro1d_JTQwzJ-TvtSKMxS2svLu4E8SNSMJer98xB7Puho7ckivViSvm-sY8m_wBmhm3SeWqzOi46cvqzNJ/s1600/bbbb(1).jpg" width="73" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is just about as much sock as boot!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;">Hey, that's cheating!</h3><div>No wonder he can throw it so far!</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, I can hear you, this throwing contest was in the 1980s. Maybe he cut down a boot and sewed it to a sock to make it look bigger?</div><div>Hey, this was the guy who saw an opportunity to make a profit from selling communion hosts. No stoop is too low for this guy!</div><div><br /></div><div>And why is Robert now wearing a nose ring?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK7-r3ZoVZUWCs8TeGXzFRVkXxEAEOG7FwVZZect9YL8q8urOBAJgHrYA2f_gN-ur2QCsbWzfdaSrH4CqoOp2x7Fvbjn0twu10oq_FfklFu2WJg8BUO34tLXVYj0fpCwKkWKIV-hPTvyktQLeqiTeRnMkIPtKFE-7WM03U3I7eaNLUusJ2bTXFP4RjqtX/s400/nose%20ring.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="278" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK7-r3ZoVZUWCs8TeGXzFRVkXxEAEOG7FwVZZect9YL8q8urOBAJgHrYA2f_gN-ur2QCsbWzfdaSrH4CqoOp2x7Fvbjn0twu10oq_FfklFu2WJg8BUO34tLXVYj0fpCwKkWKIV-hPTvyktQLeqiTeRnMkIPtKFE-7WM03U3I7eaNLUusJ2bTXFP4RjqtX/s320/nose%20ring.jpeg" width="222" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;">These two guys are up to something!</h3><div>Something fishy is going on here.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnDCglx3hGNjHoIn6Al-1N_RvgKWSoICsyg86vGdsoaRWLJuiCDzOG35UFMzRtjY6akfPGOuD0GQOWQadeLZ7tkelUZkkCIKC4ssFCBzLIu8X3y6gbj_AaA7PgtzPG_Qg4lUX0kaSk0OfcY0ghElWZbgfBibpeKLADFkVYv01qDMnewNO_EChTZ8aFCiW/s3000/fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="3000" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnDCglx3hGNjHoIn6Al-1N_RvgKWSoICsyg86vGdsoaRWLJuiCDzOG35UFMzRtjY6akfPGOuD0GQOWQadeLZ7tkelUZkkCIKC4ssFCBzLIu8X3y6gbj_AaA7PgtzPG_Qg4lUX0kaSk0OfcY0ghElWZbgfBibpeKLADFkVYv01qDMnewNO_EChTZ8aFCiW/s320/fish.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;">I think it's time that these two bloggers were investigated!</h3><div><br /></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-59741334931440065822024-02-21T09:12:00.000+13:002024-02-21T09:12:01.045+13:00Latest from the blogs.<p> Good morning. It's Wednesday and I have the day off because it's sports day at Settentrionale College.</p><p>So, what's new around the blogs? </p><p>Nothing of interest.</p><p>The Curmudgeon is evidently making a feature film about him throwing a gumboot. The post has been up for a while now. Yawn.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhKDv1dDmVaWZAeSn44Cv23mw19gUK0ZIiGu0tlIE88JSe95_6L-cfX4cj2pYgM-fBsByB7TNzqD6PLhYxLZi29TDdvnXoE3GB0bnkjj7GDkLbeYEQOjSRaw7KrowH3W2CGpXS0KfRNpXLLu875ZA5JgySs7yb0RQn81Ksm9r85787tgKgiwJRChC0obL/s931/Screenshot%20(280)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="584" data-original-width="931" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhKDv1dDmVaWZAeSn44Cv23mw19gUK0ZIiGu0tlIE88JSe95_6L-cfX4cj2pYgM-fBsByB7TNzqD6PLhYxLZi29TDdvnXoE3GB0bnkjj7GDkLbeYEQOjSRaw7KrowH3W2CGpXS0KfRNpXLLu875ZA5JgySs7yb0RQn81Ksm9r85787tgKgiwJRChC0obL/s320/Screenshot%20(280)(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Robert's latest shows a picture (detail not shown here) of an injury his wife sustained from a cat (yes, a cat) attack.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoT3X_u9N4qjHXWVLp5PEkcJG_n7uWdE29lNMjatyK8s_Zjks6qLORczsJEjF8zcjUcsWrZ-JosYGTJXl0OEW_e_XQL20zdehoimM4mV7uVDyGpWxT2s64lCZSIIRoeqxGLkj6hgDYe-K0GJtcoUCjzxwfSTRlb2I_cIjPjhK9C-7_Q4RHNrXOKegr3A3z/s1101/Screenshot%20(282)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="1101" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoT3X_u9N4qjHXWVLp5PEkcJG_n7uWdE29lNMjatyK8s_Zjks6qLORczsJEjF8zcjUcsWrZ-JosYGTJXl0OEW_e_XQL20zdehoimM4mV7uVDyGpWxT2s64lCZSIIRoeqxGLkj6hgDYe-K0GJtcoUCjzxwfSTRlb2I_cIjPjhK9C-7_Q4RHNrXOKegr3A3z/s320/Screenshot%20(282)(1).png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gruesome part of picture not shown.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>These bloggers certainly know how to have fun!</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">NOT!</h3><div>Why couldn't Peter (The Curmudgeon) just throw a gumboot at Robert? Now that post would have promise.</div><div><br /></div><div>Like I said, I'm off work today. That'll mean some practice being done. Tomorrow we're heading up to Marton. Yes, I know, no one heads up to Marton.</div><div>Well, some friends have rented a posh house in the country, near Marton, and we are part of the ten people stating there for three nights. </div><div>The idea is that we visit exciting local attractions, like expensive-to-see gardens. Sounds just like my thing!</div><div>I suppose that I could stay in the house near to nowhere and do some violin practice. Well, actually, I'm already paid up to see the expensive gardens, so I might as well have a look - there's nothing like a good walk.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll leave you there for today. If you're bored, go out and throw a gumboot. Maybe I should throw a gumboot around in those expensive gardens?</div><div>Ciao.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqjSmSVlvJW9mat7s5PcszGOGoxEOyH64-iJq598fSmmRgF4J5uCIyLQa7ilaKWuUIPu-o0bWjAXc8O1txx4k_gbqr5G-i7cXtaVVus7SL9juFhtXv9wT_3Z-smpgKud-b9TZyRprk6oFwXhXxIPbvDB-b2w93DuYxoj96R0WsA9rxxnjCft7q8RYvq51/s246/g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="246" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqjSmSVlvJW9mat7s5PcszGOGoxEOyH64-iJq598fSmmRgF4J5uCIyLQa7ilaKWuUIPu-o0bWjAXc8O1txx4k_gbqr5G-i7cXtaVVus7SL9juFhtXv9wT_3Z-smpgKud-b9TZyRprk6oFwXhXxIPbvDB-b2w93DuYxoj96R0WsA9rxxnjCft7q8RYvq51/w304-h228/g.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-46340155721083600362024-02-18T08:23:00.002+13:002024-02-18T08:23:48.210+13:00A rumour has arisen that is bigger than Jesus waking up!<p> Sunday morning.</p><p>Robert was at church early because he was on duty at the church shop.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOXNR7_ZBwRDw4x1TqSz46ct7g55dafsD7om1H875S94054iOynQXbQWsxsS9-kdKCA0tCtMvi55M1v71_fM0lM-yoc3hb89vUWxKOas7RhLUHmlHZivme3aCq7ZWerZLwegaBa8Dqu8XOwuVZvEajerAyzd87bCXmdr-icxq4Jss7LdQZXfVGppvne5M/s243/durex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="212" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOXNR7_ZBwRDw4x1TqSz46ct7g55dafsD7om1H875S94054iOynQXbQWsxsS9-kdKCA0tCtMvi55M1v71_fM0lM-yoc3hb89vUWxKOas7RhLUHmlHZivme3aCq7ZWerZLwegaBa8Dqu8XOwuVZvEajerAyzd87bCXmdr-icxq4Jss7LdQZXfVGppvne5M/w119-h136/durex.jpg" width="119" /></a></div><br /><p>Richard (of RBB) arose just after 7am with the intention of getting some double bass practice done this morning. He would be attending a rehearsal at midday.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCf00MV-l0cfWTczfbGr74wtbMuHH66ET28XyAqmdoiU7wg_Fjuql3qjbPQbG_qPZ8l7ou2_Cof53Om0rTXJavczkmvzHNWAWr1YfTS9yhWsscTQ_EBpq99bqsG1I_BsrhNGQMRkyWJlohav8qhA3kuHcOYw3FlorJXrK-7da7Cxto1rIdZ597ZDqROwTw/s419/Gypsy%20Feet%20photo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="233" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCf00MV-l0cfWTczfbGr74wtbMuHH66ET28XyAqmdoiU7wg_Fjuql3qjbPQbG_qPZ8l7ou2_Cof53Om0rTXJavczkmvzHNWAWr1YfTS9yhWsscTQ_EBpq99bqsG1I_BsrhNGQMRkyWJlohav8qhA3kuHcOYw3FlorJXrK-7da7Cxto1rIdZ597ZDqROwTw/w100-h180/Gypsy%20Feet%20photo.png" width="100" /></a></div><br /><p>All very good, but there was bigger news out this morning...</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">Peter might be moving to Gumboot City!</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKW3eKXAQ7n9zdj0WXDmQUH8Iu1-vHTMF2KJEic-vOa6EGFy6djGjrfBZM4I61JIaza2iF8XVtGS3a70Cl6OKHk2jVkyvahqlcwdRvkNkeLUbkSPvGDZvuXxX5kX1A_7ypos-kQik_JrTXpjFqJbJ9YsgK5Qxn7wt5v8Uzq0L2dXPm1pqJiY3m-qWBmq5a/s437/gumboot%20city.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="437" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKW3eKXAQ7n9zdj0WXDmQUH8Iu1-vHTMF2KJEic-vOa6EGFy6djGjrfBZM4I61JIaza2iF8XVtGS3a70Cl6OKHk2jVkyvahqlcwdRvkNkeLUbkSPvGDZvuXxX5kX1A_7ypos-kQik_JrTXpjFqJbJ9YsgK5Qxn7wt5v8Uzq0L2dXPm1pqJiY3m-qWBmq5a/s320/gumboot%20city.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Well, the signs are all there.</p><p>Recently he <strike>wasted money on</strike> made a purchase of gumboots with long black socks attached.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL3TEqub7rziHnD_O6DlEBGacNWXdhlmhKA1L9n4soQOvF-MpwDUy04xgeA0cIzhYHEWPo_9RXutTcBjxiIgYRbUVr1bm_XwDYmiePdWrCHdtxQBOPgiXJG_PmxArxoxftL-dciIf2yS48s6lyDOiBYqx4ZhPNvezMkAM4UDaVAVR1vZiLXUx6xrKVftrk/s217/boots%20with%20a%20spare%20pair%20of%20socks.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="217" data-original-width="163" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL3TEqub7rziHnD_O6DlEBGacNWXdhlmhKA1L9n4soQOvF-MpwDUy04xgeA0cIzhYHEWPo_9RXutTcBjxiIgYRbUVr1bm_XwDYmiePdWrCHdtxQBOPgiXJG_PmxArxoxftL-dciIf2yS48s6lyDOiBYqx4ZhPNvezMkAM4UDaVAVR1vZiLXUx6xrKVftrk/s1600/boots%20with%20a%20spare%20pair%20of%20socks.jpeg" width="163" /></a></div><br /><p>He is exhibiting a serious commitment to gumboots, and it stands to reason that the pull of Taihape was just becoming too strong. With his special boots he could really rise through the ranks in Gumboot City; it's possible that he could even finish up as mayor.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><i>Mayor The Curmudgeon</i> has a nice ring to it.</h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><i>A gumboot boy comes home.</i></h3><div>In years to come this could be made into a film.</div><div>Well, there is already talk of a book coming out later this year.</div><div>"The man in the boots."</div><div>Or maybe just, "Wearing the boots."</div><div><br /></div><div>This could really lift Tiahape's profile. There's talk that the name 'Gumboot City' could be replaced by 'Land of the Boot' or 'Long Socks' or 'Rubber Dubber'.</div><div>The PR people in Taihape are evidently already working on a title that will appeal to young cool people.</div><div>'Taiboot' was also suggested, along with 'Boot it!' and 'Bootrap'.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some Christians are seeing this as the start of a new, better religion.</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Time will tell.</h3><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGzq-NcbSxI7VQHYC2T4YCAGv2inU9prEdUgbJy9ycsqpsSh_TMsEw5JzwLnTGT5-Vixvx3bdj1Xd5s1h0gJUTA4uS2GOp5B_n0sOszRCIUylbEWkyldFINrln_SC1VCgA5DSdrmRaW-txRjk0X0bz1-r_ZMgpDayumICNabFgpc26rAhrPXiHg43ymJD/s288/bboots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="216" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGzq-NcbSxI7VQHYC2T4YCAGv2inU9prEdUgbJy9ycsqpsSh_TMsEw5JzwLnTGT5-Vixvx3bdj1Xd5s1h0gJUTA4uS2GOp5B_n0sOszRCIUylbEWkyldFINrln_SC1VCgA5DSdrmRaW-txRjk0X0bz1-r_ZMgpDayumICNabFgpc26rAhrPXiHg43ymJD/s1600/bboots.jpg" width="216" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Will these be the next big thing?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194137907503704626.post-29621234920419946682024-02-17T09:13:00.001+13:002024-02-17T09:13:15.242+13:00Great News!<p> The Curmudgeon has new gumboots!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfME47bYjPCMYtBrac8PiE6LMMrcN4qV3u23fnd2CI5JgrdUQ7xL3EqEPsllS-4MEn0sxUUNWG4UFR7WoO8_D2WEUuGmnqqBBD3PNRrOWrijIBrS70GqON49n_0jmPOOntBOTGPlGia9WbuZA01wF1UBsJMf04X5BPLHoDv9VS1aXgsu73we62MWqVGV5/s342/boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="273" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfME47bYjPCMYtBrac8PiE6LMMrcN4qV3u23fnd2CI5JgrdUQ7xL3EqEPsllS-4MEn0sxUUNWG4UFR7WoO8_D2WEUuGmnqqBBD3PNRrOWrijIBrS70GqON49n_0jmPOOntBOTGPlGia9WbuZA01wF1UBsJMf04X5BPLHoDv9VS1aXgsu73we62MWqVGV5/w124-h156/boots.jpg" width="124" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Something like this.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>It seems that they're good, except that he can't get them off.</p><p>Will he wear them to bed?</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVoq2fZ7ygn8IEJYkqVC6Q11TGJNPezIDX6ulsFoRo-GchiDM1fvU-q9timGWWQIN9ESi-qLWnWIUIDDwCrek4IBjKXbc7a0JsLpn7cfYBRuAclXQudp5lTG_sn97UX6D1ESwPKNKXc8biwhdeLXugYJ2y8OA1SuHlWTm8mduFMnbCrxuo65WFa9awbD0/s313/bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="313" height="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVoq2fZ7ygn8IEJYkqVC6Q11TGJNPezIDX6ulsFoRo-GchiDM1fvU-q9timGWWQIN9ESi-qLWnWIUIDDwCrek4IBjKXbc7a0JsLpn7cfYBRuAclXQudp5lTG_sn97UX6D1ESwPKNKXc8biwhdeLXugYJ2y8OA1SuHlWTm8mduFMnbCrxuo65WFa9awbD0/w221-h127/bed.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, he might have to.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Unless he learns how to take them off. <div><br /></div><div>He'll need to get them off on Tuesdays, because that's tennis day.</div><div>I mean, you can't play tennis in gumboots.</div><div>Mike will thrash him if he tries to play in gumboots.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p><i><b>What's on my mind?</b></i></p><p>Why would you thank god for his help in a war?</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZaXe04TejIJCItUlK7JevdykwFkHEOaP3AL1MYsRHcPD_ZcGsTmZSsYU3RX55QNJx8S_t84QvVAC16nCNQB9pBBH4Qy3aNmCphZauCs1jMXMb78fIFQW4QO8D6PCcZbJGdHo8JVVFAoB7b-rKCywGX0J5EOdDazzk9v_KTzx24Bq7Idkmej248IWVVPe/s381/god.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZaXe04TejIJCItUlK7JevdykwFkHEOaP3AL1MYsRHcPD_ZcGsTmZSsYU3RX55QNJx8S_t84QvVAC16nCNQB9pBBH4Qy3aNmCphZauCs1jMXMb78fIFQW4QO8D6PCcZbJGdHo8JVVFAoB7b-rKCywGX0J5EOdDazzk9v_KTzx24Bq7Idkmej248IWVVPe/s320/god.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is god really bald?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUm0W7cAAkKV-TnkY7Vsg8yvdNL9mdoZQEv2ONO0PqwkJ6dG5cmrqHJ9cLCitJJy9Te1uEBc6pWwbRkVtLyh-WrROsczJNHpmNuhRX2tTlIbSOL13gP0sPNUm9WBbtjIah5z95u4zJr2FmD_kpiPGnR02cWPSQd1e6s57Xz33Bpbx92CiIGVdUflfrO77/s455/war.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="455" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUm0W7cAAkKV-TnkY7Vsg8yvdNL9mdoZQEv2ONO0PqwkJ6dG5cmrqHJ9cLCitJJy9Te1uEBc6pWwbRkVtLyh-WrROsczJNHpmNuhRX2tTlIbSOL13gP0sPNUm9WBbtjIah5z95u4zJr2FmD_kpiPGnR02cWPSQd1e6s57Xz33Bpbx92CiIGVdUflfrO77/s320/war.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">War. You don't know if these guys are bald<br />because they have helmets on.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I've played The Last Post at our local ANZAC Day ceremonies for about ten years.*</p><p>What really started to annoy me is that, during the main ceremony, they spend quite a lot of time thanking and praising the Christian god. Last year I handed the role (for this year) over to a friend, who is a Christian, but he wants to get paid.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">WHAT!</h3><div>He's a Christian and he wants to get paid? No one gets paid for being involved in a ceremony like this. Does he really want to get paid for thanking his god? I got in touch with one of the organisers and said that I'd do it if there was a problem (with the guy who wanted pay). He never got back to me. However, he did say that he doubted that the guy would get paid. Since I didn't get the courtesy of an answer, I guess it's not my problem anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why would some artist depict god as being bald? If god is perfect, you wouldn't really expect him to put on weight, or go grey or bald. Was the artist havin' a bit of a laugh?</div><p>When Peter bought his (expensive) new boots, did they throw in a free pair of long black socks?</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRAZoeJB5BfWlMu3M_b4eVyDz0IFlNg3TaD3qyPDGFURT2zhol9RuyNG8fRXDqgh3lfMshz5MOHdiCzl-i5pmwTOSbJia_TBvLqpwiC2eyn69cPdeOxlm_MulYWOQ0Z8gu8Cr2FotdLU6cPw8Jm7D1DWI4s1WnLG8FL3LvpRxtQukydsoWTwsJen8MKyZ/s320/boots%20with%20a%20spare%20pair%20of%20socks.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRAZoeJB5BfWlMu3M_b4eVyDz0IFlNg3TaD3qyPDGFURT2zhol9RuyNG8fRXDqgh3lfMshz5MOHdiCzl-i5pmwTOSbJia_TBvLqpwiC2eyn69cPdeOxlm_MulYWOQ0Z8gu8Cr2FotdLU6cPw8Jm7D1DWI4s1WnLG8FL3LvpRxtQukydsoWTwsJen8MKyZ/w163-h217/boots%20with%20a%20spare%20pair%20of%20socks.jpeg" width="163" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe Peter already had<br />the socks?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Don't be fooled - without the socks the boots wouldn't look so 'cool'. Actually, the main part of the 'look' is the socks and it could have probably been achieved with boots from The Warehouse, worn with long black socks. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T4nIqetzFLC6t_DykJN5m1GYK5h5QrCB4A3pF7qFgwl5PCmKJ7HpLAbXBYNgBzFHsVi8zDvKKFJbSuKxuFZyfa5hHypInJj9NIIcCo5r2PSuD1lSClLixLMhnIZYwjOZFwPkZCzzWwc5ayk4lSB_R1c8XpIXVphvwGQtc3gsMH8bieXPB_ytLhlD1wkn/s426/w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="426" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T4nIqetzFLC6t_DykJN5m1GYK5h5QrCB4A3pF7qFgwl5PCmKJ7HpLAbXBYNgBzFHsVi8zDvKKFJbSuKxuFZyfa5hHypInJj9NIIcCo5r2PSuD1lSClLixLMhnIZYwjOZFwPkZCzzWwc5ayk4lSB_R1c8XpIXVphvwGQtc3gsMH8bieXPB_ytLhlD1wkn/w232-h145/w.jpg" width="232" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where everyone gets a bargain,<br />and a long pair of black socks.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Well, I'll leave it there for this morning. Please feel free to leave a comment and don't forget to check out those gumboots at The Warehouse.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>* I don't wear gumboots when playing The Last Post.</p></div>Richard (of RBB)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245921253761836268noreply@blogger.com4