Lait
Painting and Poem by Lehan Winifred Ramsay
achieve
approve
arise
backlash
barrage
beach-side
better
brands
business
car oil
cast
cheesecake
cogent
collapse
commercial
complacency
conformity
co-operation
critique
danger
deep
deep down
degrading
desire
direction
domestic
economic
emaciated
embrace
engagement
eroded
escalating
escape
family
for granted
finished
forge
fresh
hard-fought
hen
hit
home deposit
injury
laugh
leave
legs
luxury
manifesto
materialism
money
names
negotiating
ok
overdrive
partnerships
pass
pathetic
power
property
purely
reality
rear their heads
re-ignited
reinforce
relentless
remarkable
rigid
rise
rooted
run
sacrificed
self-fulfilment
shackles
show
shower
significantly
squeezed
starvation
steam
stifling
strident
structures
subjugation
subtle
taking
task
tension
tough
transform
under 40
unequal
unheard of
verbiage
vigilant
violence
virginal
virtual
wildly
work
wrong
yearned
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
Over the weekend I received an amazing piece of spam. It purported to come from Gina Rinehart and was asking me for $100,000,000,000 to give to charity……..work that one out. I felt like asking who Charity was.
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Errrr… G’day Venise… my name’s Charity…
😉
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Well hello there Charity! I don’t even have enough cents to parcel out. The spammer must have a great sense of humour….or a mental problem.
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Oh well… no ‘arm in tryin’…
😉
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Charity, the sister of Pavlova, both mythical figures in Sydney social tennis circles.
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If you see First Dog, tell him the best things in life are free, and I wish there were more of the best things.
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Me too.
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The mind reels at either Rinehart or Pavlova playing tennis. But it’s a great reply.
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They play doubles. But only for benefits.
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Hello Benefit, call me Jonquil! The next time you have one of your benefits, please may I have a pic’ of the two contestants: sort of the thin and the fat of it, as it were.
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It shall be done, Venise!
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Lehan, you are my Picasso when I can’t get to the Louvre
my muse when I am foresaken by Claudette Colbert
my conscience when it is aroused by Marilyn
my Darwin as I was born a natural loon
my feathers bedraggled; I could never be a swan
…..how I love ya how I love ya down by the Swannneeee…
I have you on my wall.
I have selected to learn off by heart today
…
leave
legs
luxury
….
Thank you.
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I like the film of The History of Mr Polly that featured John Mills very much. I found this version on Youtube for you to stash away for a rainy day. 🙂
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LORDY, SHOE! Thankyou for the entertainment this fine afternoon.
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Ah looved that movie too ‘Shoe… so this is a more recent vorsion of it, eh? Ah’ll gi’e it a gander then…
I looved John Mills and Charles Laughton in Hobson’s Choice too… ‘eeeeeh lass! the’ doan’t mayek fillums lahk thar’ any mower!
Fuh soom reason thinkin’ abaht t’ old black’n’whaht English fillums brings me aht in a Yorkshire axent… ‘Ope it’s not catchin’…
😉
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T’ main character remahnds me a lot o’ Norman Wisdom… joost imagine ‘im wi’ an oald cloth cyap on ‘is ‘eed an’ in black’n’whaaht…
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Dammit ‘Shoe… nah thah’s gone’n’ got me ‘oooked! Ah’ll ‘ave tuh watch t’rest o’t’ series nah, wunn’ I? Ah maht joost dahnload it from t’ YouTube…
😐
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asty ‘e din’ arf get m’in wiv im lookin’ like Cahward. 🙂
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derh… Norm not Cahward … Noel Coward’s nothing to do with it except he was similarly brilliant.
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