STRAIGHT TALKING

I'm convinced Nic Gruen has a sense of humour. He just doesn't let it get the better of him:

Hmmm ... that kind of thing? Is it possible I've been caught by a cleverly crafted comeback?

Speaking of champagne comedy, anyone aspiring to greatness of gag ought look no further than Tony Robinson's Worst Jobs in History:

TR: "Why do we use cattle to plough fields, and not horses?"

Saxon farm doyen: "Cattle are beefier."

I mean, gold!

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[Tony.T]

No mentions of cunning plans, please.

[The (WHMECDM) President]

Having read through those fantastic jobs I now know my name derives from hours of standing in piss.

[Tony.T]

What, Weedon?

[Francis Xavier Holden]

Some of those jobs weren't all that bad.

[Tony.T]

Plenty of fresh ... well ... open air, anyway.

[Sedgwick of the non Kyra variety]

Horses for courses. Cows for ploughs.(Or should that be coughs for plows?)

[Nabakov]

I think just being a pheasant peasant back them was wasn't much fun anyway. Especially when Norman nobles sallied out on houseback with their hounds and started bellowing "Serf's up!"

And being a court jester wasn't all bells and whistles either. More than one got topped for pushing court gossip a little too far in between the capering, belching and farting.

And can I just put in here an unsolicted testimonal for George Shipway who wrote some of the best novels I've ever read about the whole Roman-Anglo-Saxon-Norman times. Beautifully researched, utterly unsentimental yet with surprising empathy, major sex, violence and witchcraft yet never gratitious with it and all rendered in clear sturdy and often elegant prose.

Think Henry Treece for grown ups or a bloodier George McDonald Frazer among the wattle daubers. This guy is a lost gem, especially if yer into medieval and ancient Rome stuff. I warn all you quivering kerns and gallowglasses here though that he's strong stuff.

[Nabakov]

Hmm, just unseamed myself from the nave to the chops there while showing off my boredsword action didn't I? You can see why I'm not working as a Saxon HTML coder.

Take two.

I think just being a pheasant peasant back them was wasn't much fun anyway. Especially when Norman nobles sallied out on houseback with their hounds and started bellowing "Serf's up!"

And being a court jester wasn't all bells and whistles either. More than one got topped for pushing court gossip a little too far in between the capering, belching and farting.

And can I just put in here an unsolicted testimonal for George Shipway who wrote some of the best novels I've ever read about the whole Roman-Anglo-Saxon-Norman times. Beautifully researched, utterly unsentimental yet with surprising empathy, major sex, violence and witchcraft yet never gratitious with it and all rendered in clear sturdy and often elegant prose.

Think Henry Treece for grown ups or a bloodier George McDonald Frazer among the wattle daubers. This guy is a lost gem, especially if yer into medieval and ancient Rome stuff. I warn all you quivering kerns and gallowglasses here though that he's strong stuff.

[Nabakov]

Oh for Odin's sake, I've made a complete wolfhound's breakfast out of this. Tony! Help!

[Yobbo]

Fixed?

[Yobbo]

now?

[Yobbo]

What tag did you use Nabs?

[Yobbo]

Test

[Yobbo]

Fixed. Im a genius.

[Nabakov]

" Im a genius."

Yeah OK. I still think you're a prick though. But you are a funny prick. OK, a funny genius prick. Well yes a funny genius prick who'd be very handy coming in at number three. And driving us to the party that night.

No wait, that's Tony's job. He doesn't drink and has a big new 4WD. Yobbo, you're dumped.

[Tony.T]

Drive you two? Not likely. Only with time in lieu with seventeen and a half per cent loading, otherwise I go on strike.