The Daily Telegraph asks:
“Just what do chalet girls get up to?”
I have been skiing several times and judging by the partying I er, saw (honest, guv), quite a good deal. As for the chaps, well…
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The Daily Telegraph asks:
I have been skiing several times and judging by the partying I er, saw (honest, guv), quite a good deal. As for the chaps, well… Apparently, the reason Senator Hillary Clinton (New York) won the recent New Hampshire Democratic party US presidential primary was as follows:
I wonder what we should call “single women and women with less than a college degree”? Not “Soccer Moms” obviously. I have a horrible feeling I know what Chris Rock would call them… BTW, I note there are no Samizdata category sections for “witchcraft” or “elections”. This might be a case for either or both. “The loss of a leg may generally be regarded as a more real calamity than the loss of a mistress.” – Adam Smith. I think I agree, although I guess it depends on the mistress. I am feeling rather groggy after a wonderful party yesterday – I also watched the excellent Barbarians-South Africa match in a pub – but this item on a website called Sharp as a Marble is an instant hangover cure. Good heavens – the stuff you can find on the web. Important data on the meaning of curves and wiggles. Standing ovations have become far too commonplace. What we need are ovations where the audience members all punch and kick one another. – George Carlin, US comedian. David Friedman has some thoughts on the whole business of human mating and money. I suppose I will be deemed incorrigibly flippant, but I could not help but immediately think of this crackerjack of a funny post on such matters by the one and only Harry Hutton. Deplorable, obviously. I just ran across the apocalyptic biblical quote:
In a sudden heavenly flash of deep preternatural understanding and prognostication the true meaning of this ancient prophecy suffused my being. We are going to capture all the suicide bombers and lock them up for life! I also inferred from it that we will soon have the nanotechnology necessary to extend life to lengths most find unimaginable. This will allow us to lock up these self-portable munitions for even longer. The British master of literary parody, Craig Brown – who lives in my old stamping ground of Suffolk – had this absolute blinder of a sendup of the whole, ghastly Prince Diana industry of ropey biographies and kiss-and-tell stories that cropped up after she was killed in that Paris car crash almost 10 years ago (I remember the headlines the following day so clearly, I cannot believe 10 frickin’ years have elapsed). Here’s a sample of Brown in action:
I nearly spilled my coffee all over the desk at that one. I can also recommend this for students of history with a twist. |
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