"Bovine Spongiform Encephalitis" was a disinfectant used in the second world war by the British explained the salmon, flamboyantly (that word is not used nearly enough say it out loud everyone "flaM-boy-ant-leeee") waving a protractor in a complicated five pointed crescent motion (and here's you thinking crescents don't have points; the shame the utter Shame) while striding across the isthmus between North and South America of the Earth 3rd edition (I make fjords you know!). His bustle hustled out from under him while he tousled his dorsal fin in a ragged, windswept and interesting sort of an unkempt way (or so Billy Connolly and he liked to think anyway).  He was on the lookout for a new Mrs. Salmon as his wife had walked in on him and a Moray eel in a rather compromising position. He maintained that he was simply being a gentleman and extracting a fishbone for her. No matter what it looked like. Or what the eel said. Or the news reports. *Cough* Global news reports. Funny how the other countries only want our news when we don't need it spread around isn't it? The vineyard around him coughed importantly, impetuously, impudently, impatiently and with somewhat of an impish twinkle, the likes of which only a vineyard can interject into its "get on with it or else" coughs; It only had three years to learn the revised history of the French revolution (Cantonese edition [history is written by the winners apparently- what text did I get this one from? I always forget to whom I should attribut this wisdom..]) and it still had important appointments with a towtruck to keep, bearing in mind the corn that owned the servo was a very pernicious knid-like "indervidual"...and that's baby corn, baby.

 

 

 

 

I don't really owe you an apology for not writing but still I somehow feel like I should write something and I've got a good idea (that i had on the tram this morning :P) coming but for now I am pretty busy, what with juggling club, street latin dancing, matrices, debating, working at the newsagency and sorting out text books not to mention regular lectures and tutes. That mix is pretty eclectic but it just about suits me perfectly. Jill of all trades, damn straight (but I hope to master at least one!) Oh and unicycling; I REALLY want to learn to unicycle...

 

PS. Wouldn't it be really totally extremely cool if you could inhale or sniff so hard that your brain got blown out of the back of your skull by the force of it....? (images of a perfectly brain shaped hole in the back of someones skull- a bit like in comics when someone busts through a wall and their shape is left in the wall...)