Wednesday, 18 November 2009

One for Dearieme

From The Metro, "Roadkill calendar proves surprisingly popular".

16 comments:

MTG said...

What boundless good taste. Perhaps the producers exhumed a couple of their own relatives for the Mr and Mrs December shot?

dearieme said...

Word to the wise - don't try mole; it's foul.

Mark Wadsworth said...

D, are you sure it was a mole?

ScotsToryB said...

Qhack a mole?

STB

ScotsToryB said...

Oh for goodness sakes, man!

qUack

not WH.

STB.

The Economic Voice said...

Mark you must check out the timing on Pink Floyds "Money"....Its 7/8 going into 4/4 for the solo.

Just watched Dark Side Of The Moon on Classic Albums and I had completely forgotten about the time signature in that song.

Mark Wadsworth said...

EV, sure, it's in 7/8, and "Four sticks" is a mixture of 5/4, 3/4 and 4/4, but that's just "funny timing" and not missing beats like "Heart of glass" or the studio version of "Hell in a bucket".

James Higham said...

A serious post, I observe.

Mark Wadsworth said...

JH, people know I love a cow attack story, so they email me them. Similarly, D has mentioned roadkill in his comments on more than one occasion so "I saw this and thought of him", as the saying goes.

dearieme said...

I ran down a kangaroo joey once, but the daughter wouldn't let us stop to assess its culinary potential.

dearieme said...

And on the subject of cow attacks, I killed one of those once too.

Mark Wadsworth said...

D, did you eat the cow at least?

promotional items said...

I'm a nurse and not great with names. I call most of my patients sweetheart or honey simply because I forget their names. lol.

dearieme said...

Nah, too shaken. To whack into a cow at high speed, in the dark, on a highway, is more than stirring.

Mark Wadsworth said...

D, I am now intrigued. Did you have your lights on? What happened?

dearieme said...

Lights on, but dipped because lorry coming the other way, also with dipped lights. And in the dark patch on the crown of the road - coo. Bang. Come to abrupt halt. Coo slides a few yards. Lorry brakes, driver jumps down, "Not your fault, son", observes poor beast suffering, dispatches it with a couple of kicks. Police take me back to station and summon father (whose car it was - I was 17). "Not done the engine much good", he said. "Sorry, Dad", said I. "Oh well" he said "you've taken bigger tackles".