Monday, 19 October 2009

Find The Fault, I Wish Somebody Would

Only Daughter speaking. Intergalactic radio waves failing to get into Father's village. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

8 comments:

Circe said...

Perhaps sunspots? Good luck with that! Thank you, dutiful daughter!

(Enjoy the peace as though it's 1970-something... when technology was simpler.)

Philip Wilkinson said...

May your band soon be broad once more. But meanwhile, try to enjoy the splendid isolation.

Diplomate said...

this could be the social isolation from the previous post. My guess for the forthcoming FTF would be: The knock-ons on the near side of the e-type don't appear to be left hand threaded.

office pest said...

The back wheel only has half the spokes, and, the vicar is wearing a Bishop's mitre.

That's my guess for as and when the situation is normalised.

DC said...

The stripes are the wrong way round and there's no exhaust-pipe. And don't get me started on the shade of carmine!

Diplomate said...

I was wondering whether we might be able to use this space (in Ashley's absence) to discuss the proliferation of poly-tunnels in the countryside, the associated re-routing of rural footpaths and the ease with which Linda Snell has been fobbed of by Brian's offer of a bit of waste ground for her dogs to pooh on.

Bucks Retronaut said...

The picture has a moustache and the rainbow has a beard.

Bucks Retronaut said...

And while I`m on this 1967 trip,the lyrics to Cream`s World of Pain seem to have a strong resonance with Mr A`s problem with the tree outside his window.

Too much,Maaan !

Yes,that`s quite enough.(Ed).