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Somebody has asked to see Gandhi Wearing A Scotch Egg on his head again - as always happy to oblige!
Somebody has asked to see Nelson Mandela with a walnut whip on his head again - as always happy to oblige!
Someboday has asked to see the David Niven With A Wagon Wheel On His Head Image again - as always happy to oblige!
At least five pornographic websites are among Egypt’s 100 most frequently visited online destinations this year, according to Alexa, a division of Amazon.com that tracks online traffic patterns globally.
The statistic proves particularly significant as Egyptian web surfers may soon be stripped of all access to Internet pornography sites.
Egypt’s Prosecutor General ordered the government’s ministries of telecommunications, interior and information to begin enforcing a ban on online porn last week.
The five most visited porn sites in Egypt rank at numbers 15, 23, 29, 67, 83, with two X-rated sites appearing in the country’s top 25 most-browsed sites.
Similarly, there are seven pornographic sites in Tunisia that appear among the top 100 most visited sites, coming in at numbers 14, 16 and 20 and 49 60 and 93 and 97.
One is often asked, as one is something of a local celebrity, to attend functions, seminars, lectures. To give an almost papal blessing by opening supermarkets, theatres, sports facilities and museums. Such is the honour which befell myself when I was asked to do the Tombola at St Marigold’s.
St Marigold’s is one of the most wonderful diocese in the country, boasting over fifteen hundred people in the small Lincolnshire village, and those that had heard of me turned up to see me spin the old tumbler. I hate large crowds anyway.
It was something of an honour for me to pull out from the barrel the name of the person who has won the Vosene gift basket. Mr Harrington was delighted and gave a small speech, during which he mentioned my good self, although I had to correct him that I was not in fact Ms Windsor.
Posted By Ed to Mcphereson on 10/10/2012 09:45:00 AM
I once again apologise for my lack of entries into this, my online world. I am afraid I got embroiled in a particularly strict game of Farmville, which resulted in broken arms.
On the plus side I must say having your arms broken by a group of otherwise lovely friends is a real eye opener. I have not been able to do anything for myself for a while, and this has made me appreciate my arms all the more. Arms are wonderful things, allowing you to signal, lift, wave and all manner of other activities which normally we take for granted. Where, I wonder, would Magnus Pyke have been in his televisual career had not we evolved arms? He would have been explaining things wobbling around like a weeble.*
I am not sure how the human race would have developed without arms. Certainly from a performers point of view key works would have been presented in an entirely different way. Shaw’s Arms and the Man would have had to have been retitled, Hans Christian Anderson would have another name and I don’t even want to mention Goldfinger.
All this thinking got me thinking, and thinking resulted in creativity. Why not, I surmised, why not do a musical based on arms? If Lloyd Webber can do Cats and someone else can do some nonsense connected with engine lubricant, I am sure I can do one about Arms.
I began the laborious project of working out how this would work. How would we have a collection of arms, just arms, on stage, singing songs about being arms?
Would they have left civilization after some catastrophie unknown? COuld there have been a disease which makes them fall off or have to be amputated? The obvious problem was how to get them to sing; it would have to be a disease where your mouth ends up on your upper arm, otherwise it would just be a load of severed limbs on stage thrashing about, and I think we’ve all seen Billy Elliot.
I’ll have to think carefully about this. It could be a winner.
So, arms now working as good as ever I am entreated to some marvelous physiotherapy.
*It’s been pointed out to me that Magnus would not have been wobbling at all, due to the fact he had legs. Well, suppose something had happened to those legs? Suppose he had upset Wiltshire Women’s Guild during a demonstration game of Canasta? I would venture to suggest his scientific pontifications would not have been quite the profound insights into the universe and the laws governing it, had he been a-wobbling around like an egg, that was my point, but oh no, the lady proof reading this has to point out these things like some spoil-your-conversation Nazi and insist I of all people write a full and hearty explanation of why my comment relating to Dr Pyke was flawed in almost every respect. Like there was going to be any comeback anyway.**
** I have been contacted while I was writing by the estate of Magnus Pyke to the effect that I must make it perfectly clear he was not a weeble, and that any connection between his eminent work in science and wobbling whilst failing to fall down is mine and mine alone. The modern world, eh??
Posted By Ed to Mcphereson on 11/07/2012 08:20:00 AM
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