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Archive for December 15th, 2007

It is 10.20 pm on Saturday – a modest time. I returned from The Bollo, using every skill I possess to escape (Infra), to find that John Bolch of Family Lore has described me as an ’eminent oenophile’.

Yes.. A fair cop Guv on the ‘oenophile’ bit.

An oenophile is… Wikipedia has the answer

I am now taking advice on the usage of the word ’eminent’. Sadly, most of the people I know who enjoy a glass or two were out this evening being ’eminent non government approved oenophiles’ and were not able to confirm if I deserved the honour of being ’eminent’. At 10.15 pm on a Saturday night, returning to my Staterooms to blog … I am clearly an amateur. (Binge drinkers get ratted / off their heads / use ‘field hospitals’ set up in City centres at weekends and at Christmas / New Year by a hard pressed NHS).

Oenophiles merely get over refreshed.

Buona notte.

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John was also kind enough to pass on the chain-joke about Christmas at the same link (Infra) It seems that I am doing a bit of seriatim here.

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Merry Christmas from Charon to one and all..

I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas…and, here is a short animation card for you.

Hit the link… and you too can have this type of card

My Saturday Review has been delayed for technical reasons. I was kidnapped late this afternoon/ early evening by persons unknown at The Bollo…and they have intimated to me that release may come later this evening.

I shall do a Sunday review instead.

So.. Happy Christmas from Charon… view animation

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A Christmas Story 1

I found this on the Presurfer blog. A chain joke… the idea is to give credit to the blog where you find it and if a lot of blogs like it (and include it in their posts) the chain will grow. I rather enjoyed the black humour in the joke… but I would.

A man in Chicago calls his son in New York the day before Christmas and says, ‘I hate to ruin Christmas this year, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.’

‘Pop, what are you talking about?’ the son screams. ‘We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,’ the father says. ‘We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Atlanta and tell her.’

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. ‘Like hell they’re getting divorced,’ she shouts, ‘I’ll take care of this.’ She calls Chicago immediately, and screams at her father, ‘You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?’ and hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. ‘Okay,’ he says, ‘they’re coming for Christmas and paying their own way.’

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