tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post5293373627177285028..comments2023-07-07T15:02:48.367+02:00Comments on My Grappa Hell: Chopper Action!Ron Combohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05270358674385406494noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-50054798186945424892008-09-11T00:12:00.000+02:002008-09-11T00:12:00.000+02:00Blimey Ron, better get the black-out curtains up.Blimey Ron, better get the black-out curtains up.Peter Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00027878122724846472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-78895429678042681572008-09-10T13:30:00.000+02:002008-09-10T13:30:00.000+02:00Entschuldigung Freunden. Haben sie eine Euro fur ...Entschuldigung Freunden. Haben sie eine Euro fur der electrische-meter im der Grosse Hadron Collider?Dr. Endoff Duerr-Vorldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07996072000544403302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-21067581420156266872008-09-09T15:36:00.000+02:002008-09-09T15:36:00.000+02:00Now look here Chaps, when Sqdn Cmdr Tibbets opened...Now look here Chaps, when Sqdn Cmdr Tibbets opened the doors on Enola Gay, we all thought it was the end of the world. But it wasn't, so damned if I can see how someone driving into Hadrian's Wall will end the world. Nor where Naomi Campbell fits into it all. Bashing Fritz in '44 was so much easier.Norman de Landinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07849920568416230235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-12984036301777344342008-09-09T07:27:00.000+02:002008-09-09T07:27:00.000+02:00Very profound - and moving, Fred.All of a sudden t...Very profound - and moving, Fred.<BR/><BR/>All of a sudden the blogosphere is being turned inside out - a wife who isn't a wife, Camilla delivering her most important double entendre yet and Mr A doing something unmentionable enough to cause serious domestic disharmony. Maybe the scientific particle accelerator johnnies will bring things to a natural conclusion after all..."be careful with that, you'll have someone's eye out with it" as my mum used to say - it should be written on their Rowland Emett style device. If they've done their best, Fred, all is still not well and we're here. If not goodbye and thankyou for the fish.Jon Dudleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09717891707293701969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-76417854686440527622008-09-09T00:24:00.000+02:002008-09-09T00:24:00.000+02:00Alice, Camilla, Ron, Peter, Jon, Toby, Diplo, Afa,...Alice, Camilla, Ron, Peter, Jon, Toby, Diplo, Afa, Cindy, All. As the switch is about to be flicked at CERN, and the Large Hadron Collider bursts into life for the briefest measurable amount of time I want to take this opportunity to say goodbye. Soon we will not only cease to exist, but, in a billionth of a billionth of a billionth of a second, we will never have existed; an interesting construct.<BR/><BR/>Will I dream?Fred Fibonaccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07174020204048825147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-66662828999371289442008-09-08T22:57:00.000+02:002008-09-08T22:57:00.000+02:00Good lord Fred, how racy your life is! When you s...Good lord Fred, how racy your life is! When you said that Mrs Fibonacci was a hoax, I thought you meant she was someone impersonating a woman! Now THAT is strange...why would anyone do that?Camilla Jessophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11415244967611122503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-88429898709377783612008-09-08T21:01:00.000+02:002008-09-08T21:01:00.000+02:00Women eh?Women eh?Ron Combohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05270358674385406494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-79667506079084008372008-09-08T20:18:00.000+02:002008-09-08T20:18:00.000+02:00ps Alice, I shall be waiting in the usual place. I...ps Alice, I shall be waiting in the usual place. If the Fanuc's an ARCmate then by all means bring it along; I've got the goggles.Fred Fibonaccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07174020204048825147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-89870989104005877332008-09-08T20:14:00.000+02:002008-09-08T20:14:00.000+02:00Ah, now this makes sense. A woman bearing a striki...Ah, now this makes sense. A woman bearing a striking resemblance to 'mrs fibonacci' has been forcibly ejected from our delightful 1933 apartment block several times over the last month. I am fortunate to be protected from obsessives like this by my retinue of liveried staff. Whilst flattering to have one's very own stalker it does get a little wearing, especially for my long suffering neighbours. After all, the constant intrusion from the paparazzi is bad enough, without some psycho wandering around claiming to be my one true love "because of the way you drew your curtains last night" (this found scribbled on an opened out fag packet and shoved through my letterbox).<BR/><BR/>Peter: sorry you blew it. Try flowers; failing that you may find a Mercedes SL500 with all the toys might swing it.Fred Fibonaccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07174020204048825147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-24845398359762925532008-09-08T19:54:00.000+02:002008-09-08T19:54:00.000+02:00You're right there's no 'Mrs Fibonacci' matey boy,...You're right there's no 'Mrs Fibonacci' matey boy, because you are chucked. 32 years I've put up with your womanising. Well. Your clothes, if that is what you call them, are in a bin liner in the yard next to those broken scaffold planks you for some reason insist on keeping. When you pick them up don't bother to knock.Mrs. Fibonaccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18390689943756448943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-4459987701791286062008-09-08T18:17:00.000+02:002008-09-08T18:17:00.000+02:00So, does that mean that me and my little Fanuc mig...So, does that mean that me and my little Fanuc might come back into your life, Fred?Alice Scradczahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09391983361101986126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-42720427015817496732008-09-08T17:52:00.000+02:002008-09-08T17:52:00.000+02:00There's no future Mrs.Ashley now either, after my ...There's no future Mrs.Ashley now either, after my appalling behaviour on Friday night.Peter Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00027878122724846472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-21001594722497110562008-09-08T16:15:00.000+02:002008-09-08T16:15:00.000+02:00To my fans. There is no mrs fibonacci, there never...To my fans. There is no mrs fibonacci, there never has been a mrs fibonacci. The mrs fibonacci listed above is perpetrating a cruel hoax and you are to pay no attention. At some point a mrs fibonacci may spring into view, fully formed and ready to join me in my world of carpentry but for now I wander as free as air, as thin air; with nought but a song in my heart and my Reader's Digest Home Maintenance Manual for company.Fred Fibonaccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07174020204048825147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-24285048706354489012008-09-08T11:54:00.000+02:002008-09-08T11:54:00.000+02:00What a lovely photo, Mr Combo. I have always love...What a lovely photo, Mr Combo. I have always loved choppers although, as a mature woman, I do prefer the bigger ones. I find them so much more comfortable.Camilla Jessophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11415244967611122503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-74401812718934715652008-09-08T09:24:00.000+02:002008-09-08T09:24:00.000+02:00You told me you were struggling with some old draw...You told me you were struggling with some old drawers you bastard! I sat here all night, worried sick that you couldn't get them to fit properly and you'd lost your touch. I'd cooked you your favourite, well balanced, meal as well. It's now in the dog, who pines for you. 1664 eh? Does that mean she looks 16 from the back and 64 from the front?Mrs. Fibonaccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18390689943756448943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133802230513064516.post-32836366998886712232008-09-07T22:18:00.000+02:002008-09-07T22:18:00.000+02:00Ron, with you in spirit Poppet. My former travelli...Ron, with you in spirit Poppet. My former travelling companion took me out for some sport last night; just playing with me as usual. Three cans 1664, ice cold from her large refrigerator, two bottles of a pleasing white something or other with a Ruby Murray next door, three, possibly four, pints Czech lager at the smart yet raucous High Road House in Chiswick 'til the small hours, then back to hers to empty the frig. Having had her fun, she threw me out at about half two this morning. Sorry Alice, but it's best you know now.Fred Fibonaccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07174020204048825147noreply@blogger.com