The shadow of apocalypse, it seems, is on everything
Meanwhile, for mirth:
Things I’ve learned from British folk ballads
Don’t ignore warnings. If someone tells you to beware of Long Lankin, friggin’ beware of him. If someone tells you not to go by Carterhaugh, stay away. Same goes for your mother asking you not to go out hunting on a particular day. Portents about weather, particularly when delivered by an old sailor who is not currently chatting up a country maid, are always worth heeding.
Comments: shade and light
And never, under any circumstances, shove your cane with an 'orses 'ead 'andle into anything resembling a lion's ear:
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at September 9, 2005 08:14 PM
Aye - By Gum!
I'm sure there's an oz version to be written featuring the dangers of camping under coolibah trees and the doleful ghosts of shearers/drovers/diggers.
Posted by boynton at September 10, 2005 12:01 PM
Let's not forget, either, the dangers of taking a stroll along the banks of the Ohio River with Olivia Newton John. Don't let her squeaky clean white bread image fool you. This woman is dangerous.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at September 10, 2005 06:01 PM
She's quick to show OMG WTF remorse though...
Meanwhile, if things are crook when "Andy's Gone with The Cattle"...they could be worse:
Posted by boynton at September 10, 2005 10:02 PM