Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
How to Survive for Beginners. (thank you RS...)
http://www.uncyclopedia.org/wiki/HowTo:Survival_for_Beginners
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Voted the best Australian Joke of 2006
A bloke's wife goes missing while diving off the West Australian coast.
He reports the event, searches fruitlessly and spends a terrible night wondering what could have happened to her.
Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.
The Sarge says, 'Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news'.
'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first?'
The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.'
The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is.
The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we've brought you your share.'
He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five crabs in it.
'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess it's an ill wind and all that... So what's the other possible good news?
'Well', the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again!
He reports the event, searches fruitlessly and spends a terrible night wondering what could have happened to her.
Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.
The Sarge says, 'Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news'.
'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first?'
The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.'
The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is.
The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we've brought you your share.'
He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five crabs in it.
'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess it's an ill wind and all that... So what's the other possible good news?
'Well', the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Deepak Puri - The Wizard of India
The title barely describes the man. Wizard of most parts of this earth would be better. If you knew Deepak, you would know what I mean. He is charming, super efficient, and the best key to any door in most parts of the world. He can also produce for you the best tasting mutton biriyani at the drop of a hat (or the raising of a phone). Deepak has worked at the TIME Magazine office in New Delhi for over thirty years and his desk is the first step for any photographer or writer who needs a hand in India. The greatest testament of thanks from his many friends is on his walls. He has one of the greatest single collections of photography that I have ever seen. Signed prints, each dedicated to him by the likes of Raghu Rai, Sebastian Salgado, Steve McCurry, Namas Bhojani, James Natchwey, John Stanmeyer and a host of other greats line his office walls.
Thanks Deepk, you have been a true friend to Naz and myself.
Thanks Deepk, you have been a true friend to Naz and myself.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
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