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Be all that as it may, meanwhile:
In other news…
Friday: Highlight: the Chocsons joined us for a private dinner, that is, just the four of us, from about half
Reeve took some photos of me for a thumbnail I want to create with a hint of the real me, and he will work on magically enhancing them at his home. We even had to cut some gum leaves by torch light for the session, for me to put in my mouth, as would be completely normal for any koala bear.
I had to watch Lateline by vodcast in the wee small hours, having given up on our worse than useless Panasonic DMR ES15 DVD Recorder, unless it has RAM discs only, despite its being specified to take all the pre-Blu-Ray discs, and given that our single RAM disc is about full waiting for moi to go through the saved stuff on it, I dared not give it a DVD-RW disc to throw an electronic tantrum with. The (Leigh) sales graph: What a nice sight Ms Sales was, and what a pleasure it was to experience her in-studio interview with Tim Gartrell and Peter Van Onselen: here were two fellows on opposite sides of the political landscape discussing the politics of the week with nothing but refinement and manners to applaud, complimented by Ms Sales’ direction. Imagine a world of decent intelligent capable folk deploying themselves in the body politic with grace despite differing opinions!
Now that refinement was nicely balanced by Stephen Long’s offer to remove his trousers for Leigh, despite her protestations that she had her audience’s innocence to look out for, after all, this wasn’t SBS. As always, Mr Long’s summation of the economic realities of the moment was superb, and I look forward to his next weigh in.
At an absurdly late (early?) hour, I eventually crawled into bed, the sun well and truly upwith the aid of a Pramin and five white comforters to try to blunt the edge off a merciless migraine. I had been writing.
+paytontedwithlove+
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