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God...... "Who, me"... .............................. Rabbi and a Mullah chewing the fat in a bar (as they do). Rabbi says.... "We paid for our boy to have a gap year on a kibbutz, last week he comes home and announces he's become a Christian. My wife is broken hearted". The mullah nods tearfully and sniffs... "Same here, we paid a fortune for our lad to study Koran at the best medrassah in Jerusalem, he's just back and now he's telling everyone that he is born again and he wants to train to become a pastor". At that the bar roof is rent asunder, a bright light fills the room and God's voice booms out...... "Tell me about it. The same trouble I had with my boy. Kids eh!".

Honestly! Just cos I like wearing nice shoes, everybody jumps to conclusions. I'm an old Osho sannyasin guys, there aint no sentient mammal that one time or other........., and that in myriad permutations. The old scally wag knew what he was about when he gave my sannyas name to be Swami Prem Ananto (Mr. Love Infinite). Ah happy days. Long gone, but memories abide.

Always a good idea to get it checked out by a doctor too.

8 Strands of Silk Brocade standing QiGong is easily learnt and surprisingly good. Here it is.... http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=zxm9GGUDYCM&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dzxm9GGUDYCM&gl=GB

Chocolates are the poison of spirituality Sinan. (Can I have one?)

DeQuincey you say? A fine player in his day, one of the old school. Sadly Opium's gain was Mornington Crescent's loss.

Playing Mornington Crescent is akin to a religion here in the UK, next to soccer it is possibly our most participated-in sport.

An easy and oft made error Apech.... Had there been no R in the month in an uneven ended year (May 2011 for example) then you would be quite correct, however as it is December 2012 the gambit may be played, provided of course each player remains comfortable seated during the move. Have you the old rules? We tend to use the 2009 amended, the one without the illustrations. It has far fewer advertisements towards the back than the now almost defunct 2001 edition which of sad necessity remains in use amongst expats and colonials. Next year's all comers open is to be entirely 2009 for the first time.

...... Mornington Crescent! I win. (Hubbelvests Gambit) http://www.mornington-crescent-rule.fsnet.co.uk/mornington-crescent-rules.htm

Yesterday but I have been busy. John's funeral. He was 94 and it was a blessed release when he left his body. Strict instructions from him on secular funeral. Introit... Sinatra's 'I did it my way'... Exit music... Tom Jones ... 'Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree'. A happy occasion and all left smiling with fond memories of a long life, well lived and thoroughly enjoyed.

((((((Blushing)))))

He shoots he scores! I win the bet guys. MH is reading his Bible.

Then three apocalypses (apocalypsyii ?) might well come at once if your London Bus analogy proves to be correct.

....... For his stomach's sake plus he held shares in a winery. The advertisement may be found at..... 1Timothy Chapter 5 and verse 23 ;-)

11pm London time it's due tomorrow that apocalypse thang apparently.

It's pretty specific in the original at Matthew Chapter 5 and verse 39

Booze is Satan's buttermilk brother MH. As the old song hath it..... .... For lips that touch liquor will never touch mine. http://www.temperancetantrum.com/The%20Lips%20that%20touch%20Liquor%20Will%20Never%20Touch%20Mine.htm

Carl Hiassen the Floridian author, he's jolly good.

Or devoutly atheist perhaps?

Revise that. Shop hours are insane if handy. Realised this evening at 7pm that I was one Christmas present short. Checked iPad for shopping mall times and big stores open til 9pm so off I went to mall. Never been night shopping before and presumed it would be quiet. Not so.... Totally wall to wall shoppers and I struggled to find a parking space. There is NO recession chums, people are spending money like there is no tomorrow, which... Come to think of it....

Mabel keeps shop hours thank goodness.

Remember that Graffito? God is Dead.... Signed Nietzsche beneath in another hand... Nietzsche is dead.......Signed God I like Fred.

Tea is sublime. Drink tea, know tea. Be tea. And biscuits of course. Little goes better with a lovely cup of tea than a nice biscuit, or at this festive tide, the three Aldi Deep Fill Mince pies (Holly Lane Brand, quite delicious) that I have just consumed along with a cheering cup of Red Bush by way of a light supper. Life is indeed good sometimes.

Grapefruits are not to be trusted. Bulb Onions overheat the blood so try substituting lemongrass or long leeks instead. Grow as many veggies as you can and eat them. You'll know what's gone into their cultivation. Meat is murder. Kills animals (bad show) Wrecks your digestion (bad show) Is chock full of every antibiotic and pesticide residue you could care to name plus GM Frankenfodder traces too. Fecks up LDT and Mr sex drive. Creates halitosis and stinky armpits. Filthy stuff. Best avoided is meat.

It's all metaphors, much the same thing being described but using different words depending on the tradition of the describer.