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  Wed 25th December 2013

A couple of friends of a friend did this after a night on the lash in Morecambe the last time we had snow, a couple of years ago. It's the finest example of public art I've ever seen.

To all readers, commenters, lurkers, bots, image thieves, seekers after knickers and the eternally disappointed person from Pakistan looking for "gay narzi sex", a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thank you very much for your company this year. We've lost some good people, but I'm pleased to have picked up some interesting new waifs and strays wandering around on the hard shoulder of the information superhighway. Cheers!


Merry Christmas, sir, to you and your clan. Has it been another year already?! Good heavens. Time waits for no man. Make a wish for the new year.

Wed 25th December 2013 @ 14:42

Good heavens! I thought I was commenting on someone else’s blog! Hence the “clan” remark. But it mostly applies. Are my musings all so generic?

Wed 25th December 2013 @ 14:46
Comment from: PendleWitch [Visitor]

Happy Christmas, Looby

Wed 25th December 2013 @ 15:24
Comment from: [Member]

Everything you say is the same Exile. Chef’s over there —>

PendleWitch–thank you, and the same to you, O Person of Mystery from the East.

Wed 25th December 2013 @ 18:01
Comment from: Chef [Visitor]

One can no longer linger in the wake of sieved gravy, after dinner farts and the Vicar of Dibley guffawing loudly like a heinous gobshite on heat. The house is awash with relatives slumped, burping, dancing and sleeping off their Christmas cheer. Time now for the gentlemen of the house to partake of the finest Irish whisky, Cuban cigars and talk of fitba, politics and of course quim. We meet in the library at the hour of 9. The secret opening to the wooden panel can be found in here:

O milites nocte ac viridi aurum vexillum nostrum iterum occurrunt Celtic radices. Rogamus autem nocte illa influit in aquam, donec cockerill cantet ter. Posito quod deus tuus colligimus in virtute magna auxilia ignis noster.

Wed 25th December 2013 @ 20:59
Comment from: Hipster Yaya [Visitor]

When I say that the Chef speaks divinely, I really mean it (*reads back previous comment*). Let me admire again his command of latin and the core message (should there be invisible virtual ink, it would have been perfect for a mystery play!).

Anyways, Loobyloo… Merry Christmas to you too! (Am I not a poet? ;)

Wed 25th December 2013 @ 23:51
Comment from: Leni Qinan [Visitor]

2013 hasn’t finished yet Looby, but it could be if not for my persistance. Why is your blog preventing me from commenting? What have I done to deserve that? :(

But I’m not easily dismayed and I’ll keep on trying until I publish my comment or the month of February arrives (whatever comes first). Yes, you too were one of the highlights of my blogging story this year.

I wish you a very Merry Christmas and a great 2014!

PD.- You should know that you have exceded your annual flattery quota for 2013. You have been warned. LOL.

PD2.- That’s a great picture, very funny. Made me smile/laugh!

Thu 26th December 2013 @ 00:10
Comment from: Leni Qinan [Visitor]

At last!


Thu 26th December 2013 @ 00:12
Comment from: [Member]

another year successfully avoiding my family. merry christmas! let it snow. let it snow really hard…

Thu 26th December 2013 @ 03:33
Comment from: [Member]

That’s a fine flourish to (nearly) end 2013 on Chef. In sympathy with your visitors, I must admit I’ve had a similarly troublesome outcome with the sprouts and nut roast.

Hipster and Leni…I was of course thinking about you when I wrote of new people I’d picked up (so to speak) this year. Your seats in the charabanc are reserved for 2014. Sorry that you had to keep pushing at the door Leni–it would always be held open for you.

DF: We’re too near the coast for snow unfortunately. Thus, on the rare occasions when it does, it sends people into a frenzy of salacious snow sculpturing.

Thu 26th December 2013 @ 12:38
Comment from: Leni Qinan [Visitor]

Dear Looby, now you made me smile! I feel honoured and very pleased to read my name in your sidebar!

Thu 26th December 2013 @ 15:23
Comment from: Hipster Yaya [Visitor]

Looby, it is my duty to inform you that your prude blog won’t allow me to blow a kiss towards Lancaster because the triple X is considered as spam!

PS.- Care with the storm. Load you pockets with stones to not let the wind wipe you out on your way to the pub! (The news from Burdishland is alarming).

Thu 26th December 2013 @ 15:38
Comment from: [Member]

We can’t have that, Hipster. I’ve removed the xxx ban in my backoffice (ooer).

It’s nothing to worry about–gusts of wind up to 60mph, and heavy rain. My chimney pot has already been damaged and will be leaking water in. Possibility of floods in low-lying areas.

Just a normal weekday in December then.

Thu 26th December 2013 @ 17:16
Comment from: smallbeds [Visitor]

Just catching up on my post-Christmas blog reading and - oh, my word.

… Merry Christmas!

Mon 30th December 2013 @ 13:38
Comment from: [Member]

Thank you! Happy New Year!

Mon 30th December 2013 @ 13:51

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