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Hi, and its another cracking day in Andalucia, pity i'm painting indoors....but will find time to have half hours break in the sun i'm sure.

Manolo (carpenter) just been round with the doors my friend Andy took off from the cupboard in the kitchen.  He's making good the wood and getting some mirrored glass in the centre panels so I can paint and hang up really rustic mirrors.  As his dad or

It is time for the last installment of this project. Our alphabet is complete (OK, there are a few more letters, but they cannot be used for the present purpose) and the most macabre creations have been reserved for this occasion with the letter Q. So meet the sole Norwegian of the series:

In his prison Mr. Quisling
did not enjoy his last bottle of Riesling.
It spun dreams of the late Mr. Terboven
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 This penultimate posting contains a brand new word. E. C. Bentley had his «skellington» and «muleage», and we have to keep up the tradition:

Before an attack Queen Zenobia
would serve any military pro beer.
Then she made it quite obvious in Latin
she expected no less than a splat-in.

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 Last composer ut — and if you know your Háry János you understand why:

When a czárdász was offered as Kodály's
the composer himself replied, «No dice.
It's actually a camp
arrangement of the snores of my gramp.»

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It is now 8.30 am in the morning in Bali on our Island in Paradise.

We rose early this morning, gently coerced to consciousness by the sweetest of repetitive bird song to a beautiful day; there is not a cloud in the big wide sky and a welcome breeze across the lawn, which plays gently on the patio as I write this blog in the dappled shade of the veranda. The sound of the surf can be heard

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Only four more to go before we reach the end of the road. Today we go back to the Antiquity for the last time — monsters were monsters, heroes were heroes. At least the way we remember it:

The ancient world of Ulysses
was indeed no place for sissies.
There you could not treat the caves of the Cyclopes
as a mere showpiece.

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Violinists have such irresistable names, so we include one more. And this verse proves why clerihews are less popular than limericks — as if you did not know already…

Whilst tuning his fiddle Ysaÿe
would pluck the last string and ask, «Why E?»
But a talent like that was no brat
— it takes guts to tune strings in F flat.

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