Category Archives: Don’t ask me

>   Is it mere coincidence that the majority of RS’s 500 GSOAT were made during the vinyl (i.e. a petroleum product) era, meaning that the spike in US oil production was necessary to supply the presses. Or do we … Continue reading →

> I don’t spend much on clothes these days. I’ve still got all my business suits, button-down Oxford cotton shirts from Ralph Lauren and Cole Haan shoes, but I tend to wear shorts and t-shirts from April to September and … Continue reading →

> I know this to be true

> Popped into Caffee Moguntia and was a bit miffed at the absence of my mate Hans-Josef Schwarz who drives the espresso machines with great skill. Appears that he’s been traded in for this chappy. At least they got the … Continue reading →

> ..(Captain Bumchumwallawalla, if I heard correctly) either has Parkinsons or the DTs. TG491 Bangkok-Auckland

> Damian Christie over at Public Address laments about his never having walked the Auckland Harbour Bridge and is going the rather masochistic route of running a HALF MARATHON in order to fulfill his dream. Silly boy. I did it … Continue reading →

> ..that Mrs jb’s shoes were expensive. Shame that yellow’s not my colour….

> That’s what Excel would say to this. Unless, of course, it’s a street sign in South Tyrol, where everything’s in German and Italian. That could be it…

> Now, HERE’s a latte machiatto served by a really hot flossy in a cafe in Bolzano. She appears to have taken a liking to me. Nice labrador, she had. And a very stylish white cane…..

> If you talk to God, that’s called “prayer”. If God talks to you, that’s called “schizophrenia” Thomas Szasz