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Recycling other people’s jokes

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

An ancient Greek goes to a tailor with a torn pair of trousers.
“Eumenides,” he asks?
“I don’t know,” replies the tailor, “Euripides?”

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Karl Marx goes to visit his friend Friedrich Engels, they have tea and cake, and Marx excuses himself to use the bathroom. As he flushes the toilet, he hears the unmistakable sound of a string quartet. He shrugs and goes back to Engels.
Over the next few weeks, Marx continues to visit Engels and use his bathroom, and every time he flushes, there’s the sound of a string quartet.
Finally he confronts Engels: “Look Friedrich, every time I flush your toilet, I hear a string quartet, what’s that all about?”
“Oh that,” says Engels, “That’s the violins inherent in the cistern.”

Laden with snow

Sunday, January 10th, 2010 | Country Diary | 1 Comment


Laden With Snow, originally uploaded by Jez.

It was somewhat challenging to capture any decent images while attempting to control my excitable dog. Most of the activity in Heaton Park these past wintery days has been children sledging, and the snow carpeting the many hidden paths around the frozen boating lake was scarcely disturbed when I went there the other day.

With a few minor adjustments to the original photo, I’m fairly pleased with the result, with spider’s web intricacy of the tree branches contrasting well with the bright sky.

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