And not "Perther". Sandgroper.Gottit?

When I went there in 1950 the place was strictly for the birds.The most isolated capital in the world and,boy,didn't it show. One bookshop and no library.Everybody seemed to be drunk most of the time.9pm closing so an ugly rush was made at 8.30 to see how much you could get down yr throat by 9.
On Sunday only one caff was open so there was a hundred yard queue.I couldn't earn enough money to get out of the place and ended up in university for four years as an antidote to utter boredom.It changed my life. God bless Perth and all its citizens

you sound like a small minded bitter old codger. Why don't you go to America and settle down?Make sure you buy a gun

My tip for 2013.Buy shares in generators.The catastrophes ignited by power failures will make many buy home generators as backups for SandyII

I don't.God is exacting his revenge with his terrible swift sword for the murders of bin Laden,Gadaffi,Saddam,the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan, the drones murdering little boys and girls all over Asia,Guantanamo Bay,et al. Sink the bastards,please God. Always assuming you exist outside the minds of lunatic mid-west Yanks

I know.Wrong address.Dig DennisK will you please?

I'm glad you find my arrows insulting.That's the general idea. Agnostic,eh? Tell me,do you get a sore bum sitting on the theological fence like that? Afraid of commitment,huh?

What I never quite understand is that if these terrible weather conditions occur over non-NATO countries all the Christians nod their heads and intone "God's will is being done." But when God gives the eastern States a pasting,not a word.

The comment about nothing ever happening in the UK was,of course,made by one,Michael Fish.

Gamekeeper seeks titled lady for forest frolics

drag 'em?

clever one.will try that out.Thanks

Not everything boils down to money.that is decadent Yank philosophy. I want the pics to look at.Is that so odd?

I get spins like that.I'm born under Jupiter and you probably are, too.
May you have many more gifts from Jupiter :)

years and yonks ago I was caravanning in the south of England and spent a night in Canterbury. Parking the van up the road I entered a backstreet pub and ordered a pint.Drinking it my eye fell on a small wooden cask on the counter.Asking what it was brought no joy since the present landlord had only been in the pub a week. It contained beer,he believed.I asked for a pint from it and was given one "at my own risk".
The brew was black,fullbodied and tasted strongly of blackcurrant.The word "hussars" could just be made out on the wood. I had two pints from the cask ,which emptied it,then set off back to my caravan.
To my surprise,indeed,my dismay,I found I could not walk straight.Eventually I was reduced to clinging to one lamp post after another,inwardly praying no Plod saw me because I was manifestly drunk and incapable. Eventually I reached my vehicle,climbed in and fell upon my bed fully clothed.I slept for ten hours and `awoke to the sound of heavenly choirs; not a trace of hangover.
What I had drunk I never found out but it remains in my mind as the fiercest brew I have ever imbibed and I recall drinking a half bottle of brandy in twenty minutes as a student and walking home without so much as a stagger.