GrandmasterP

I avoid my relatives. By and large they are a rum crowd.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Road-Heaven-Encounters-Chinese-Hermits/dp/1562790412/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1354916646&sr=8-1-fkmr0 There's this. Slightly dated but not too far back. Maybe a few Taoist hermits still out there.

We need some statues in here.

..... Put your hands up... And move away from the gong!

Any chance you might change tomorrow's lottery numbers et? There's a drink in it if you can.

So is your mum's borek. ;-)

Golden Dawn cove I suspect but Madame B was in on the ground floor when spiritualism kicked off in England so maybe. My friend Lucy the Sufi (reading at Tea with Spirit tomorrow) claims to be Madame B reincarnated. She does rather look like her.

http://www.jubileedebtcampaign.org.uk/ These people have been trying for years. Nothing much has come of it, but their heart is in the right place.

Eat something already! Your mother made borek.

I empathise fully. Higher Education does tend to eat into one's cultivation time. I've been at it these 35 years past and never yet acquired the taste..

Caveman Bob said....... Bird fly. Me can't fly. Bird magic. Me paint magic bird on cave wall. Caveman and Mrs. Jones from the next cave are round at Bob and Mrs. Bob's for dinner, admire the bird painting and commission Bob to paint one on their cave wall. Pretty soon Caveman Bob has given up his day job at the quarry in favour of full time bird painting and cave interior design. 'Bob's Magic Birds' does so well that after a while Bob comes to be known as 'Magic Bird Bob'. In order to grow the business Bob realises that he needs to diversify and add value so comes up with little rituals and takes to wearing a bird feather cloak whilst he does those, then he paints your magic bird. Bob advertises under the new slogan... 'Magic Bob's birds for that look of luxury, plus they bring good luck to your cave and family'. Bob prospers and wants to spend more time with the guys playing golf so he takes on staff and trains them in bird painting and ritual. Pretty soon the company is running itself and has branches all over the known world. The further away from head office the more culturally varied the artwork and rituals became in order to suit the tastes and artistic preferences of various tribes. Echoes of Bob's firm are still with us today.

Am I alone in still finding Popeye cartoons scary?

I was having my tea. (Spanish omelette). Very placid creatures Water Buffalo. We had them in India. The milk is awful.

She made mincemeat of me. Very tough sorts buffalo girls. All the strength is in the hands. Comes from their wrestling the buffalos all day apparently. Never been able to look at Mozzarella Cheese since, let alone eat it.

I once asked a buffalo girl to come outside. By the light of the moon. Happy days.

How about a shrine room theme?

Did Lao Tzu mince do you think? I rather had him standing very still for ages. That or riding a buffalo

As long as one had Amex.

10 Mince to the pound when I was there last and for 20 Mince you could buy a three course meal for two,see a show, take a taxi back to your hotel and still have enough left over for chips.

Very nice at this time of year Minsk. They have a Giant Mouse... Behold...... http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=15t-L9lP9rU&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D15t-L9lP9rU&gl=GB

That's where I have to park when the faculty car park is full.

Minced mouse is not uncommon chez nous. Emily cat will bring them in and oblige. My job to find and inter the poor things of a morning. One can always tell when there is one somewhere by Emily's rather smug expression.

Face Palm (Blushes)

Beyond, possibly, someone in need of same; listening to Jehovah Witnesses on the subject of blood transfusion.

Mmmmmmm Ponyboy says that too. Those steampunkers are hospitable folk