Saturday, 4 April 2009

When I Can't Think of Much to Say....

.... and I don't expect even a single comment, I simply update the Thought for the Day. I try to do this most days. Here's Captain Idle's Grand National tip.

UPDATE: The tipped horse didn't make it. Probably being fed to a cat near you right now. Good old Idle Talk finished the race again, though, without troubling the prize money.

10 comments:

electro-kevin said...

Got that wrong, didn'tchya.

idle said...

Yes. But good old Idle Talk finished the course again, without threatening the prize money.

Tuscan Tony said...

Has idle talk completed the course yet?

idle said...

Have you not got more important things to do, Tuscan, such as digging your family out of the rubble?

rvi (aka Olive Oyl) said...

Mr Idle; TT will now doubtless use the excuse of this minor shifting of the local tectonic plates to treble to cost of this year's crop of his jungle juice. Count on it!

rvi said...

oops: for cost read price. Simple mistake, all we economists make it constantly.

idle said...

rvi, my next post suggests that he will turning his talents to becoming a gaucho. Beef jerky will be his next epicurean venture.

rvi said...

Now you are incinerating that TT loves chaps!!! I'd watch my back if I were you, especially given his propensity with/for those sharp pointy things illustrated recently on his webpage.

By the by, now that you have another posting above this one, on my computer your arrow points to Alice as the favourite for the GN. Any idea what her sp is?

Tuscan Tony said...
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Tuscan Tony said...

Olive Oil futures - they're the new gold. Or possibly buy-to-rent property wheeze.

Ponzi's Finest - crushed by the virgin Tuscan thighs for your enhanced lingual pleasure.