From The Metro, "Roadkill calendar proves surprisingly popular".
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From The Metro, "Roadkill calendar proves surprisingly popular".
My latest blogpost: One for DeariemeTweet this! Posted by Mark Wadsworth at 15:42
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16 comments:
What boundless good taste. Perhaps the producers exhumed a couple of their own relatives for the Mr and Mrs December shot?
Word to the wise - don't try mole; it's foul.
D, are you sure it was a mole?
Qhack a mole?
STB
Oh for goodness sakes, man!
qUack
not WH.
STB.
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.
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".
A serious post, I observe.
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.
I ran down a kangaroo joey once, but the daughter wouldn't let us stop to assess its culinary potential.
And on the subject of cow attacks, I killed one of those once too.
D, did you eat the cow at least?
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.
Nah, too shaken. To whack into a cow at high speed, in the dark, on a highway, is more than stirring.
D, I am now intrigued. Did you have your lights on? What happened?
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".
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