Really just to get that hideous crackpot paper off the front page, (people are actually reading it), here’s a taste of Fremantle pussy I saw on Sunday. And speaking of Fremantle, a picture of Carmen Lawrence I took at a Burswood conference on Friday. Both are worsts in their own ways.


I can’t believe you wrote “a taste of Fremantle pussy”, and not one person has made comment (except this comment of course).
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Was this pic taken through the glass of Mr & Mrs Shazza’s parlour window??
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that pic is of mr and mrs shazza?
shazza, are you really carmen?
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I don’t mind Carmen, but no she is not I.
And as I am not a fan of porcelain dolphins cannot lay claim to owning the pussy pourer either.
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That’s no mere porcelain dolphin, shaz. I spy Wembley Ware !
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I think the phrase could be justified in the context of the first part of the post.
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What needs justification?
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I thought you were complaining.
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Not for a minute.
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Still no one willing to play Captain Peacock to your Mrs Slocombe LA?
What do they say? Crazy attracts crazy? The TWOP lot will be banging on about the loons for days.
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I guess there is vague resemblance.
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The conference looks like a sell-out.
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It was a sellout. I went back early from lunch.
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Love yer work, Carmen!
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What about me?
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