It also explains why wheelbarrows have long handles...

that will be 10p please

Ah, no I've got my Ancient Mons pass (you get it on your 150th birthday round here) - though I could give you a rather fine button, if you'd prefer?

a button will be fine: it also allows you two extra uses of the word "wheelbarrow".

i used to have a broadsheet of Irish jokes printed in about 9 font.

Among the jokes was: Why do the Irish think the wheelbarrow was a great invention?

A: It taught the English how to walk on two legs.

Posted from sunny Adelaide where the sun has just gone over to Western Australia and it black outside but not much cooler.

I have tried the Gormenghast books. Sadly never been able to actually get into them properly.

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

I love them, they're great, but I can see they might be a tad impenetrable.

Thank you, Skidmarks.

Wheelbarrow.

I'm saving the final one up.

Why - what sort of emergency would call for the use of the word *********** ?


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In Scrabble a word of eleven or more letters across two triple word scores especially if using Z and Q such as QUIZZISTICALLY.

'nuf said?

I'm sure* my scrabble set only had one Z... although that could be because pieces were lost.


*sure= have a vague feeling that could be entirely incorrect.

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That statement is either so deep it would take a lifetime to fully comprehend every particle of its meaning, or it is a load of absolute tosh. Which is it, I wonder?
Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

Use a blank for the Z of your choice.

However getting that particular 16 letter combination on a board so that you get the value of both treble word scores would probably mean you have to play until the heat death of the next universe but one to have enough time.

Yes, but what if you're playing Super Scrabble?

For all those times our Podean fforumites wondered if kangaroos hopped down Australian streeets, there is this: [news.ninemsn.com.au] .No, they don't hop down the street, they just commit break and enter. In a different report the wife describes the hero as "Kangaroo Dundee" but one assumes she meant Kangaroo Undee.

I didn't realise there were any people - I thought you were all kangaroos.

I had a similar problem when I went to England. There were no English there - just British citizens.

The roo was actually a CIA agent trying to develop an undercover device in order to detect left wing sheep before they were shipped overseas. Seeing itself in the glass window -which probably acted like a mirror- the CIA agent went berserk and tried to destroy the supposed opposition spy in the other kangaroo suit before the news got out that this was a CIA operation.

What they did not know that at the scene there was a wombat and a galah who were monitoring the events.

If it had been ASIS they would have said: 'Who cares?'

This raises an important question - who was financing the wombat and the galah?

Big business of course! Chuck in the Masons, the Catholic League of Decency, CNN, Mossad, and anyone else, just in case.

You mean it wasn't Tony Blair? I thought all roads led back to Tony Blair, Margaret Thatcher or Richard Nixon. Or am I confusing reality with Trivial Pursuit again?

E.

Leading down to Bronte Beach in Sydney is a picturesque walk through scrub locally called "The Gully".

When I were a lad, it had a little waterfall draining runoff from the street storm water gutters, a couple of tranquil pools of deep green and brown and a rivulet; with local wildlife including flash-as-a-rat sewer rodents, moths, ticks, and assorted birds, collectively and affectionately known as lice-farmers in our local dialect. A secluded little half mile frequented and appreciated by locals, covert lovers, tourists, muggers and flashers alike.

Us boys used to get paid thrupence a dozen for all the drop-bears we could pull down from their branches overhanging the track, for which task we used long staffs with a rope loop on the end, setting out in small groups, for protection, at around dawn each morning. This was to make the track safe for the unsuspecting tourists whose purchases of flavoured crushed-ice cups at the beach shop was the mainstay of the local economy. It is well known that once drop-bears have fallen, they won't drop again that day.

This raises another important question - who would win in a fight, an Aquatic Drop Bear or a Bunyip?