Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
news:qjgfh2dqstg7h29ucdeaf258o6a6enmsg0@4ax.com:
> On Mon, 25 Sep 2006 11:15:19 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high>
> wrote:
>
>>I shall shortly be posting 6 cds of Ambient mood music as follows:-
>>1. Icecaps and Deserts.(9 tracks)(sorry but no singing camels)
>>2. Oceania. (7 tracks)(Fishing not allowed)
>>3. Eye of the Storm. (7 tracks)(raincoats and umbrellas recommended)
>>4. Dawn of Time. (for the aged amongst us) (7 tracks)(No further
>>comment). 5. The Enchanted Rain Forest. 1st-5th movements inclusive (5
>>tracks) 6. Celestial Space. (7 tracks). (Beam me up Zeus)
>>
>>It is therefore a requirement that Mephi remains awake and attentive.
>>DarkShadow puts his chair and table into a shady spot, his foot-stool
>>close by.
>>Y-Not to arrange a extra delivery of choclolate doughnuts, complete
>>with tissues to wipe the cholcolate off his nose as and when required.
>>
>>Mercury.
>
> Glad am I indeed to hear from you again.
>
> I will try my best to be present at each & every performance, though
> currently I am much given over to saving the environment for those who
> come after, & this does take some time. At present I am channeling my
> efforts into saving the cowslip, to ensure that the blackbird's song
> never becomes just a folk memory forever mummified on a compact disc.
>
> This very morning I was only just in time to rescue a befuddled toad,
> one of the few to have safely negotiated the perils of the 3-lane road
> ( for Evolution never saw the Coming of the Motor Car!), to reach
> sanctuary in my garden, only to finish up lying on its back in almost
> petrified exhaustion with its feet in the air in my dried-out,
> dessicated lily pond.
>
> Others write about the environment, you see, but I get on & do things!
> I wasn't a Boy Scout for nothing. So, if you occasionally see my empty
> chair in this eclectic auditorium, you will know I am out & about,
> Saving the Planet.
>
> Meanwhile, Sam, play it again! (Casablanca, I think)
>
> Mephi
>
>
I am doing the same, making plastic parts for one legged sheep, making
litle holes in my walls to trap unwary wasps, persuading the neighbours
dog that my leg is not a method of satisfying canine lust amongst other
things. Finally, and of great import, trying to ensure that English in
my town does not become a thing of the past, with much wailing and
gnashing of teeth, albeit cosmetic ones, but at least they still to a
great damage to a bag of peanuts.
Mercury.
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