I am pleased to announce that the first day of summer is here, heralded by the arrival of this year's Wisden.
I will not be swayed from this proclamation, despite the outside temperature being -7, one of the cricketers of the year being Ashley Giles, and that awful idiot Shane Warne being declared World Player of the Year for 2004.
I am happy to be ecumenical in my outlook on this great day of rejoicing.
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What's this stuff you call "cold"? we don't have it here in the South.
Adam, sweety, I cannot possibly compile a dictionary of all of the terms for which you do not have a Southern equivalent.
Intelligence.
Tolerance.
Education.
Five digits on each hand.
Spouses to whom you are not related.
And that's without even beginning to think.
Vicus:
Did the guest book. Fallling on sword.
You are so much trouble.
PS: Who was that fat bloke trying to sell me something?
You realise you're going to lose half your audience with all this talk of cricket, don't you? (But not the Australians, obviously). I insist you get back to the Royal nuptuals instead. They must be terribly distressed at the 24 hour postponement...
The phrase 'Royal nuptuals' has just brought a horrible image to mind. I wish I hadn't said it now...
Not doing too well today, Morphess, did not get the reference to the fat bloke. I am a fat bloke, but do not recall trying to sell you anything.
Please clarify.
Summertime, and the livin' is easy...
Aahhh! Thanks alot Mark! Now I have horrid 'Royal nuptual' images floating about in my head...
Get them out, get them out!
You still have five digits on each hand? I thought a few of them would have frozen off by now.
Look, I'm not going back there to check what I saw. Had to take a valium last time.
It was possibly just a picture of you, Chubbster.
OK. I went back beacuse a) you have posted another countdown and b) you are a fat bloke and I feel sorry for you.
It's pop-up city there. Brrrr, where's my diazepan?
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