NormWhat's black and white and read all over?
Daics and Rabelais really did things differently, equally. Like sand through the hour glass so too words for Rabelais. Dry, separate and steady, his dictionary-entity arrangements are really worth a look. Now, posterity has it that bums sit on seats and Rabelais was a monk. As such, words you will find he used include shit, fuck and see for yourself. Daics wasn’t really one for a game that wasn’t played in the right spirit. I don’t suppose he had the physique to go crashing through a pack of ockers, but he sent yobbos and bogans into rapture like few wogs else. He probably grew up without any sort of racist attack. Australians are truly tolerant and enlightened. Like a worm-burning-spinning-top he could do things with the pill that only the mail order wife of a millionaire could match. A rose by any other name. Masters of spin, Daics and Rabelais did works that really have a different look about them. You just wouldn’t know what to expect next. Technically proficient and ingenious, they’ll both have you rolling around with sheer delight, even if you’re on the receiving end. The Macedonian Marvel and Rabelais: relative equals.
You might note that James Joyce has been said to bear some trace of Rabelaisian influence, and you can certainly see the trace of Daics in the work of Fev around goal.
You might note that James Joyce has been said to bear some trace of Rabelaisian influence, and you can certainly see the trace of Daics in the work of Fev around goal.
Kicking goals on my blog ... Daicos style ... and fuck me dead ... don't I just love the roar of the e-NORM-ous CROWD (of 1) at a packed-to-capacity 'G' ... spot ? ....
Just put the leather insole to the pig-skin ... just on the tip of the Sherrin ... delicately ... with grace and style ... carress the ball in drunken bounces .... towards the 10 metre square ... watch it wobble drunkenly through the big STICKS! ...
Yep, nothing like kicking a lazy nine from the forward flank ...
Ablett? GOD ... Now we're talking the best footballer of all time ...
Never in my life will I ever see a footballer like Ablett ... That man? .... the one they called God ... the one who used to read his Bible on the way to the MCG? ... The one Blighty made allowances for? ... Blighty? He understood Ablett's religious eccentricity ... and allowed it to blossom on the field into ELECTRICITY! ....
I met Blighty one night ... It was the night the Crows won their second premiership ... Tracey (of Percival Street Chronicles Fame? ) .... We went into 'town' ... 'Town' in Adelaide speak = the city centre ... going into town = going into Adelaide city ... not the bogan outer suburbs ...
The town? It's crazy ... Crows supporters frenzy (more on this in the PSC ...
But we go, 'Let's go to the Stag Hotel in Adelaide's East End ... should be quiet ... It was quite alright ... there was only about 24 people in there (the Crows premiership players and Blighty and his son ...
That Andrew McLeod? He loves getting head jobs in the male toilets .... ***
David ... (not from me either ... *
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classic comment! not pagan at all, some christian references and now i'm rambling.
God God was next to cleanliness, cleaning up opponents. I used to love watching him do the simple things strangely, like taking marks on the lead with one arm without apparently looking at the pill. And his left foot snap from fifty? OOOOOO!
There'll be his opposite come along and he'll do what Ablett couldn't and he'll be just as great and he'll play for us!
Cheers now, Norm.
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A scarecrow in the sun?
Tis the Norm.
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Dusk, Phenomenon au Naturale...I'll have to think on it.
Thank mum for the rabbits,
Norm.
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I did some research...
I hope you are well ParaNORMal...
Dusk
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
Oh I say that's a sizzling retort!
Wizard to see you Phenomenon.
Well like a waterhole....Normie