Yeknodathon

Did someone just mention Australia Day?

[...meanwhile, something grey and heavy is remorselessly grinding two thighs together for super-heated spectacular flows...]

Fascinating as it is to hear Boo expound on meteorological phenomena one must politely inquire as to when the next Polar Vortex will consume him?

It would quite likely lead to cassock failure and self-strangulation. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing.

... quite a stampede to the lifeboats

Boo on a ship? A maritime disaster waiting to happen.

Miserable.

I'd gladly pick up a Boo in a thrift store when my Michael got all loose and shabby and gets picked out for donation because you just don't get the quality and ruggedness from Chinese manufacturers.

You know I can't snort without you I can't snort without you I can't trot and I can't walk I'm findin' it hard even to talk And I feel glad when you're sad I feel sad when you're glad And you must know what I'm goin' through I just can't snort without you You came along just like a pong You blighted my day Who'd believe you were part of a scream That only seemed light years away And you know I can't snort without you I can't snort without you And you must know what I'm goin' through I just can't snort without you

I remember all my life Raining down as cold as ice Shadows of a man A face through window cryin' in the night The night goes into Morning just another day Pengy people pass my way Looking in their eyes I see a memory I never realized How grumpy you made me Oh Emrys, well you came and You gave with more talking But I sent you away Oh Emrys, well you brushed me and Started me to shaking And I need you stop oh, Emrys

His name was Michael, he was a showboy With yellow panties in his hair and a gown cut down to there He would meringue and do the Cha-Cha And while he tried to be a star, Radley always tended bar Across the crowded floor, they worked from eight till four They were strung and they had each other who could ask for more? At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa They fell in love His name was Nidan, he wore a carrot He was escorted to his chair, he saw Michael stumbling there And when he finished he called him over But Nidan went a bit too far, Radley sailed across the bar And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two There was blood and a single nose job but just who snot who? At the Copa, Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana At the Copa, Copacabana Music and passion were always the fashion At the Copa He lost his love Copa, Copacabana Copacabana Copa Copa, Copacabana Like in Havana Like a banana Music and passion Always a passion

If I went to a Radley Manilow concert and he had torn my best Y-fronts from me I think I should have to be stern and demand they are returned promptly.

If I went to a Barry Emrys concert I would be compelled to throw my underpants at him.

I'm sure the bubbles in the brain jar just fizzle with activity on this one.

Deagol and Smeagol

If it wasn't for Louis Pasteur I would suggest pickling. But close-packed canning after heating and cooling would slow spoilage caused by microbial growth.

I just wanted to say that bats hang upside down and produce copious amounts of guano. I will allow the more intellectual readers to draw their own obvious logical conclusions from these salient facts but will prod them further by observing that squeaking and furry bodies doesn't make them cute or even remotely useful.

Morituri te salutant

[...and so the Paddock shed doors are slowly creaked open to reveal the musky, dark secrets of the donkey pleasure dome. An establishment to which a certain Michael Emrys Esq has enjoyed full member status privileges for quite some time with unlimited access and special attention that Platinum Fastrack VIP accounts always confer. And as the treadle mill is brought up to speed preparations are being made for Michael's very specific and unique needs]

He's been thinking of me. I've been thinking of him. So I've popped up.

Hogging the two lanes on the Ausseibahn... Nazi driver scum

The sterile hell itself. You won't see cleaner Nazi scum plying their dastardly skills anywhere else.

BRAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINZZZZZZ!

Fascinating new research reveals the depths of SS experimentation. As the allied local air superiority saw more audacious attacks newer, "funny" technologies had to be found as a counter to protect the Führer's Reich. Here a Königstiger Speiseeiskampfwagen II with Henschel jingle jangle is coated in a Zimmerit non-magnetic coating adapted to show only as a small hillock. This experiment is bending the laws of physics and nature so that a normal, placid fawna of the pasture is encouraged to participate in weaponised, cannibalistic bovine behaviour. Truly these actions show the SS at a new scummiest biotechnological level of depravity while hiding like cowards. What next, undead zombies!!?

I thank you, sburke for the kind words. I too have come under great strain grappling with the truth, collating sources and publishing these startling findings in a format that can be assimilated without causing public panic or disorder. Indeed, even just yesterday I had to retreat from the endless hours of scouring Google images to lay down by the sofa and take some rest and chew an un-buttered bread crust that was hard to swallow, even though I might have missed that one image to change the world. I do this not for glory, fortune or eventual celebrity, I do this as a selfless act of stoic heroism. My path is lonely and fraught with unspeakable obstacles but with the help of such as you, who I will guide and shepherd in case you stray, and my training as an analyst at Hews, Buell and Cowepat I will plod on, image by image, truth by truth until we get to the bottom of all this.. but I fear I may be abducted by friend or foe even as we type so time is short! Please visit my PayPal account and make substantial and repeated contributions as truth costs $s and I've nearly reached the monthly data transfer limits on my ISP account and its only just August 2nd. What shall I do for the next 29 days!!! ..or 28 Martian days depending on where I am.