Sunday, December 10, 2006

Signing off

First off can I thank everybody who entered into the spirit of things and made The Blog of the Year Awards such fun. Your witty Comments meant that the blog has ended the year on a high note. Indeed, over the course of the past year you've all given me a lot of pleasure and made the effort well worthwhile.

From Monday I'm going to be travelling pretty solidly on a mixture of business and pleasure. I'll be spending Christmas and New Year in New Zealand with my eldest son and his wife and then doing some more travelling. I know from experience that I can only blog when I get into a rhythm and not when I'm hanging around airports and the like, so I'm not even going to try. I'll be back in the UK in mid-January and will start blogging again as soon as I get back.

I'm going to miss you all - every single one of you. I'll still be visiting blogs and - when I get the chance - leaving the odd Comment or two.

So, for the time being, I'd just like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year.

107 comments:

  1. Anonymous3:17 pm

    Have a good Christmas and safe travel.

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  2. Anonymous4:24 pm

    Safe travels and have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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  3. Anonymous5:12 pm

    Enjoy your trip, and Christmas, Bill. Look forward to reading you again when you're back.
    all best.

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  4. Anonymous5:42 pm

    First off, I'm jealous 'cuz you're going to New Zealand and I'm not; second, I'm going to miss your posts -- I mean, that's almost a whole month.

    Third, well, have a nice trip, come back safe and sound, and say "HI" to Santa for me. I hope he brings you lots of presents, much joy, peace and happiness, and many, many blessings.

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  5. Enjoy everything to the hilt.
    Merry Christmas and thank you, again.

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  6. Anonymous7:41 pm

    Have yourself a great Christmas. Glad you are coming back for me birthday! Nice.

    Will miss you anyway.

    Tissue anyone?

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  7. Anonymous7:43 pm

    Woe are us Duce.......have fun, enjoy your break.....amd don't feel at all guilty for leaving us like this...............

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  8. Anonymous8:45 pm

    I dunno, you promise us a rose garden then you're off

    laters Bill

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  9. Have a good Holiday and stay out of trouble. You'll be missed. -blue

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  10. Anonymous3:48 am

    That is so funny, Bill! Airports make me lose my rhythm too! I bet it's those x-ray machines.

    Have a wonderful, peaceful Christmas and a happy, festive New Year (and since you'll be in New Zealand, 2007 gets to you before it gets to me...so wave hello to it for me).

    I will anticipate exactly 2 comments from you while you are out of rhythm. I don't know how I came up with that number. I just like even numbers. And the number 2. It's seems nice. Unlike 3, which is not.

    Happy Holidays :-)!

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  11. Anonymous1:39 pm

    Tell the truth - you're on the run aren't you?

    Whatever the truth of the matter, I hope you have a safe trip and that all our dreams come true in 2007!

    Oh and I forgive you for that business with the chocolate - or lack of ...

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  12. Anonymous6:13 pm

    Here wishing you a good journey and a happy Christmas, Bill. New Zealand seems the perfect place for a holiday--so many sheep, so little time. I know you'll be on your best behaviour. That said, enjoy yourself--you've earned it, and God knows we have.

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  13. Thanks, guys. jta, you're right. The sheep, the sheep. I'm giddy at the prospect. A lot more about sex when I get back.

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  14. Enjoy your travels and holidays. I look forward to reading your blog posts when you return.

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  15. Anonymous11:51 am

    Not more tissues, guys!

    Have a wonderful time down there and see you when you come back up ;)

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  16. Anonymous9:53 pm

    Hey guys! Pundy House seems to be empty! Plenty of hootch in the cubby--why don't we party on down?

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  17. Anonymous9:17 am

    Are you sure he's not lurkin' about somewhere? I mean, leaving all that lovely booze unattended.

    Narks! Is this his music? I can't dance to Joni Mitchell. Ah well, got any peanuts?

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  18. Anonymous1:14 pm

    No peanuts, I'm afraid, or none that I can find. But there's loads of haggis...

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  19. Anonymous5:45 pm

    Keep your voice down jta, I'm hiding from Christmas.

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  20. Anonymous4:05 am

    Minx, you can't hide from Christmas. Christmas will damned well find you and teach you who's boss. Forget it. Come here, try some of this Clynelish. It's thirty-six years old. Peat smoke and roses. The man knows how to live. Or how to drink, anyway.

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  21. You can have all the haggis you can eat, but for Pete's sake leave the Clynelish.

    Now, the beach beckons...

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  22. Anonymous11:48 pm

    Ooh, Pund, there you are, err, umm.

    You can keep your haggis and no worries on the Clynelish front. I am more than a bit partial to a Brora (50 years old and retailing at about £1,999).Common? Me? I don't think so, but where the fuck are the peanuts?

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  23. Anonymous1:18 pm

    Brora? You mean Old Clynelish? Leave that alone, deary. At fifty it's probably not even whiskey anymore. Take it to a museum. You'll find some of the peanuts in a wee dram of this Clynelish, but just at first--then the finish will knock your stripey socks off. Sheesh. I hope it will, anyway.

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  24. Anonymous9:59 pm

    Whooo - shtrong shtuff that Clynelish. What's he doing on the beach anyways, and has he got me socks?

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  25. Anonymous3:46 pm

    I'd be very much surprised to find him on the strand, Minx. Likelier tending the flocks and seeing to the fitness of the breed, innee? Recharging the old butteries, I imagine. Following a star in the east, or something. Could you just top that up for me, then? Eternal thanks be yours. And as for your socks, he's only--HOLY GOD YOU MEAN THOSE ARE YOUR LEGS??

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  26. Anonymous3:47 pm

    I'd be very much surprised to find him on the strand, Minx. Likelier tending the flocks and seeing to the fitness of the breed, innee? Recharging the old butteries, I imagine. Following a star in the east, or something. Could you just top that up for me, then? Eternal thanks be yours. And as for your socks, he's only--HOLY GOD YOU MEAN THOSE ARE YOUR LEGS??

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  27. Anonymous3:52 pm

    Hmm, I think I'm starting to see double...this could turn out to be fun...

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  28. Anonymous12:05 am

    Oh don't be stupid jta, that's the carver. You Americans, honestly, can't tell a pair of bow legs from a pair of, umm, well, bow legs.

    Now, stop 'reeling' around the room and put on some funky music because Amy is going to teach me how to do clogging.
    Clogging? Not sure, but me hair does that to the drains - should be an interesting kind of dance......ouch!

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  29. Anonymous4:20 pm

    As a witch, you may think yourself familiar with the broomstick, but perhaps not with its use in clogging... . That posture: do you think it's natural?

    Oh, well. Live and learn.

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  30. Anonymous10:26 am

    How rude! I was aiming for a 'Riverdance' kind of look and not 'pond skating' - ah well.

    Not much going on here for New Year - guess I'll go and crash that party down the road.
    Oh Happy New Thingy, Pund. Love and light to you and yours.
    Now, who's nicked me pointy boots?

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  31. Anonymous3:16 pm

    Cheers, then. I'm tail lights...

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  32. Anonymous3:30 am

    Okay, I'm getting tired of waiting, and bored to boot. When is he due back? Enough of the Holidays. Bah Humbug. I need something to read and respond to.

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  33. Anonymous11:44 am

    I've just found the peanuts!

    Come back, all of you ... I just know he'll be delighted to get back all jet lagged and sheep shagged and find us all here waiting for him, glasses in hand and well-peanutted ...

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  34. Anonymous1:20 pm

    No! Debi! Don't eat those.
    Jta was using them as ... well, best not talked about really. Put them down!

    And I'm not standing here waiting for him, we drank all the booze anyway. I should talk amongst yourselves - he'll never let those sheep go now he's found so many of them.

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  35. Anonymous6:12 pm

    Ah, Debi--welcome back, and welcome to Pundy's cellar. We haven't even gotten near the bottom of even the single malt, never mind the rest of it. Case in point--this little Speyside here--very nice, indeed. Twelve years. Almost taste hazelnuts at the finish, no? Thank you, Mr. P., very much indeed. And Debi, don't listen to Minx about the peanuts--what she was on about I don't know, but in any case the salt should see you through...

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  36. Anonymous10:39 am

    Interesting cellar....but why has he got all those chains and handcuffs hanging on the wall. Are they for the burglars?

    And Debi, don't listen to the American - he's nuts!

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  37. Anonymous10:54 am

    I'm just going to hunker down in this corner here and wait for his Pundyness to get back and find us down here.

    Tee hee - oh won't we have fun?

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  38. Anonymous12:18 pm

    Butternut be too brazil with the aspersions, macadamia, in cashew get kola beech.

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  39. Anonymous1:20 pm

    pecan have lots of fun with this ...

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  40. Anonymous1:44 pm

    Betelmania!

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  41. Anonymous2:26 pm

    I should coco - but I think he will be Pistachio-ed off when he comes back and sees all the nutcases on the floor!

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  42. Anonymous6:36 pm

    think of the dosh he'll have to 'shell' out to clean the place - ain't none of you lot got homes to go to?
    No?
    Neither have I...
    Any more booze left? I think we'll have to resquest a broom lift of booze in here...

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  43. Anonymous9:10 pm

    That is no broom Cailleach, that is my besom. Kindly watch where you are sticking it! Here put it down here on these sheep magazines.
    Hmmm, Pentsheep, Readers Ewes, Playsheep - what are these?

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  44. Anonymous12:13 am

    "Cheviot Fancy", "Brecnoch Babes", what is all this?

    Oh, I see. Watch it with those cuffs, Minx, we don't have the--oh, you've done it now, haven't you?

    Nice besom, though...

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  45. Anonymous10:10 am

    Where'd my comment go??? I left one yesterday and I still remember it ...

    So before we move from nuts to fetishism, allow me to add the following:

    Walnut be here long. The nuts will soon be bolting.

    Then there was something about spotting a nutcracker sweet lurking in the shadows ...

    OK - you can get back to the sheep and besoms now.

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  46. Anonymous10:25 am

    Debi, Debi, don't go! Jta is in a bit of a predicament - you don't happen to know a locksmith do you? No? Oh dear.

    And those aren't nutcrackers, they're.... oh, err, yurk. What kind of a collection would you call that?

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  47. Anonymous11:55 am

    Almond a prepredicament? Cocobblers, Sheepshanks. Acorn believe this. You the English walnut, cuffed by your own hand. But witches can charm locks, no? Got a bobby pin?

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  48. Anonymous2:32 pm

    Who's Bobby Pin? Is he here? Does he have some wirecutters?

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  49. Anonymous7:50 pm

    The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick.

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  50. Anonymous1:20 pm

    Bobby Pin is the little known author of - 'Is that my wife? Get these bloody cuffs off me now!'.

    Feeling a bit sheepish, as I couldn't even type that charming tongue twister, let alone say it!

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  51. Anonymous5:53 pm

    Bobby's your uncle, Minx. Always carry a cuffkey in the change pocket of my jeans--artifact of a youth misspent among some very jocular pleecemins. There you go...now put down that glass, why don't you, and come along quietly...

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  52. Anonymous11:53 am

    Come quietly? I think not!
    We still have an awful lot of comments to get through before we get to the century. Pundy is going to be so pleased to see that we have kept his blog going for him - don't you think?

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  53. Anonymous12:43 pm

    Can you keep the noise down a bit please? Some of us are trying to get some kip here ...

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  54. Anonymous6:55 pm

    Now Miss, you see? You're disturbing people. There are people here who are seriously disturbed. Things will go much easier if you don't resist...now please put down that broom.

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  55. Anonymous8:49 pm

    Disturbed? You're telling me. Look at them, look at you come to that. Policeman Plod - I ask you.I sometimes think I'm the only sane one around here!

    Time for a spell I think.....

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  56. Anonymous9:42 pm

    It's Pyles, Miss. And yes, it may be time for a spell. Why don't you come along with me and we'll find a nice place to take a little rest. Just for a spell. And yes, Miss you may be the only sane one around here, in fact the only one at all. Just looking around I can see they're all plotting against you. But please, Miss, it's time to put down the broom.

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  57. Anonymous9:47 pm

    Bugger all this psychodrama. What's a bloke gotta do to get a drink around here?

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  58. Anonymous8:03 am

    Not much really - we are sat in Pundy's wine cellar after all. Stick out your hand - take yer pick.

    Psychodrama? What's he on about?

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  59. Anonymous11:31 am

    wossat? eh? what are you lot all doing in my front room?

    Oh it's not my front room ... it's ... where exactly? can someone help me out here?

    Last thing I remember there was all this talk about deviant sexual practices ... sheep, brooms, cuffs and the like.

    Now I hear the cops are here ... well, I guess it was just a matter of time. PC Pyles??? Just what HAVE you been doing with that broom, Minxy?

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  60. Anonymous12:02 pm

    Best not to ask really!

    Think it's about time to do a bit of scrying to find out where His Pundyness is before Daddy dies of a broken heart. We can't have another dead body littering up the place. Oh, really? Skint's not dead? Why is he that funny colour then?

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  61. Anonymous3:19 pm

    ah... *yawns* *stretches* ...that was a nice long shleep I had... now where were we?

    Oh yeah, pass the port please!

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  62. Anonymous7:57 pm

    She's been threatening us all, Debi. It's been quite...intimidating, really, never mind the DSPs. Ah, Cailleach, welcome. You're just in time. Minx is scrying, or about to start. Maybe you can cheer her up. You'll find the port over on the back wall, if you can climb over Skint, and there's some skunk around, to judge by the heavenly air. I'd say tings was livenin up nicely

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  63. Anonymous10:39 pm

    I'm not scrying (she said humouring the American and his pispronunciation) - I always look like this when I have a bit of wind.

    Cailleach,if the party has started you had better give Skint a kick, he can do his impression of 'Night of the Living Dead'. We will need something to take our minds off Rogaine's ever growing hairy bits!Is that normal?
    And please....mind that skunk!

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  64. Anonymous11:38 am

    Any port in a storm ...

    Is Skint here? Where? Damn, it's so dim here. Anyone brought any candles?

    That skunk smells ... mmmm ... gooood ...

    Hey - His Pundyness said he'd be back mid-Jan. Any time now ... We're gonna have to go some to reach the century in time. Has the moment arrived to send out invitations so we can all be here waiting for him? What do you think, Stationery Scrybe et al?

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  65. Anonymous2:31 pm

    Sorry Debi, atmosphere prohibits open flames, so no candles. We'll have to rely on the light of reason, or maybe that gleam in Minx's eyes.

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  66. Anonymous10:56 pm

    now where was I?

    Where am I?
    Who the fuck are you lot?

    Is that an onion bhajee I can smell?

    Chorus
    Don't bogart that joint my friend
    Pass it over to me
    Don't bogart that joint my friend
    Pass it over to me

    Roll another one
    Just like the other one
    You've been holding on to it
    And I sure will like a hit

    [chorus]

    Roll another one
    Just like the other one
    That one's burned to the end
    Come on and be a real friend

    [chorus]

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  67. Anonymous11:13 pm

    Crikey, where's that light switch? Not here. Not there. What's that sound? Is someone...here? Whoops, sorry! Good Lord. Who's there? Eek. Move over. I'll wait, too.

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  68. Anonymous9:07 am

    Oy, are there any more peanuts or have they all been guzzled - if so, can someone pass the popcorn - and will someone get all those damned sheep out of here!
    Oh damn! Minx! So sorry, Granny has taken off on your besom - she's got a sheep with her too.

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  69. Anonymous9:12 am

    Hey, that wasn't Anonymous, that was me, the Chicken with Attitude! Damn blogger.

    Oops, I think we've broken Pundy's blog... and drunk most of his booze...

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  70. Anonymous10:52 am

    Broken it? Oh no! What'll we do for having somewhere to go, when our families hae thrown us out for bad behaviour... and why is skint muttering away to himself again!

    Minx, stop scrying there's a good girl - he'll be back soon... and Debi, will you quit hogging the skunk...

    Next time I bring 10 watt candles. And a red light bulb just to be sure, to be sure.

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  71. Anonymous1:05 pm

    Oh, sweet Desdemona, no! Not the karaoke! Please! Somebody do something!

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  72. Anonymous5:21 pm

    I reckon I've got it sussed now. This is the set of Celebrity Big Brother isn't it? That woman over there - the one with the besoms - she's that famous Cornish awfur, isn't she? And that Welsh bloke - yeah the comatose one over there - isn't he De Wreck Jones? Not sure who the chicken is but I'm willing to bet it ain't Colonel Saunders ...

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  73. Anonymous7:25 pm

    Karaoke? Whoo hoo!! Get out the way....

    First I was afraid
    I was petrified
    Kept thinking I could never live
    without you by my side
    But I spent so many nights
    thinking how you did me wrong
    I grew strong
    I learned how to carry on
    and so you're back
    from outer space
    I just walked in to find you here
    with that sad look upon your face
    I should have changed my stupid lock
    I should have made you leave your key
    If I had known for just one second
    you'd be back to bother me

    Go on now go walk out the door
    just turn around now
    'cause you're not welcome anymore
    weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
    you think I'd crumble
    you think I'd lay down and die
    Oh no, not I
    I will survive
    as long as i know how to love
    I know I will stay alive
    I've got all my life to live
    I've got all my love to give
    and I'll survive
    I will survive

    It took all the strength I had
    not to fall apart
    kept trying hard to mend
    the pieces of my broken heart
    and I spent oh so many nights
    just feeling sorry for myself
    I used to cry
    Now I hold my head up high
    and you see me
    somebody new
    I'm not that chained up little person
    still in love with you
    and so you felt like dropping in
    and just expect me to be free
    now I'm saving all my loving
    for someone who's loving me

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  74. Anonymous11:10 pm

    Rollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllanother one
    Just like the other one
    You been holdin on to it
    And I sure would like a hit

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  75. Anonymous1:05 am

    I didn't read the previous comments, so I hope I'm not butting in. I just caught the spirit of a "target" from the Minx and I love a challenge...
    100, but by when, I'm not sure.
    The important thing is Happy New Year Pundy! To you & yours, with all the best for 2007!
    I've been reading but I've not commented before. Changes to come in and for 2007, eh?
    All the best to you,
    from no 76
    (I reckon, at the last count, as long as no one's trumped me!)

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  76. Anonymous4:55 am

    Uuuuuh, Bill? It's January 11 now and that's pretty much officially mid-January.

    I think it's time you end your vacation festivities and come back to the Pundy House. The natives are getting restless. They're drinking port and throwing peanuts and shit.

    I'm behaving. All I'm drinking is this nice pint of Sprite. I think one of these jerk offs might have added vodka to it, so you really do need to get back as soon as possible.

    I might start table dancing in a minute.

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  77. Anonymous5:36 am

    Just found your blog, and stopped by to say Hi. When I get the chance, I'll be by again, and hope you'll be back to posting by then. I'm looking forward to my next visit.

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  78. Anonymous10:25 am

    It's getting a bit crowded now ... I find large groups hard to handle.

    I'm going to hunker down behind this bass speaker and chill. Give me a shout when Lord High Pundy's back.

    Or when Minx, jta, Skint and Cailleach do their Abba routine on the karaoke.

    zzzzzzzzzzz ......

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  79. Anonymous12:49 pm

    Feeds! I am was sorry very much about does not write for that long-term! According to the wild animal I am lazy blogger! But I am not! Trusts me! I am busy. To the Christmas day is hasty. Every day more and more people/mutants/not sure/gnomes/woodland creatures/radioactive monkeys/Mutley/robots/elves/imps comes in demanding food. You knew they even request the Turkish beet root! I slightly have burnt the turkey. Looks like Mutley compared to the unfinished improvement fever! I and spend the very much time and friend of mine. Celebration new year and all.

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  80. Anonymous1:14 pm

    Amy, there might be more than vodka in that Sprite. Better put your clothes back on and get off the table. Fuck's sake, this is a decent place, or it was, present company excepted. Besides, I think Minx is about to sing "My Way."

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  81. Anonymous1:16 pm

    Mu Tai? Mu Tai? I think I recognise that style--is that you Pundy? Have you come back to us?

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  82. Anonymous8:33 pm

    From Monday I will travel rather firmly on a mixture of the affairs and the pleasure. I will be to make Christmas expenditures and new year in New Zealand traveling with my threads older and and then still more for its wife. I white experience that I blog of can only, if I deal with a rhythm and not, if I hang around the airports and the like, to be gone trying so I am not directly. I will be from return to the VK to in the middle of January still on and blogging will begin, as soon as I will return.

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  83. Anonymous8:56 pm

    Year the nose which is your wit carried on shoulder. The fact that it ends at the week when the blog is high and it sprouted and it meat, truly it will make all the effort well which effect in me which spreads out. In process of past year gives many pleasure.

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  84. Anonymous10:41 pm

    I think you have Mu Tai madness jta - take a polygonum multiflorum and lie down for a bit while I pass round the canopees. Prawn cracker anyone?

    (the non-sensical American is referring to http://mutaidong.blogspot.com/ for anyone that is interested - a blog with a, umm, difference. Well worth a visit when you are feeling in need of chinese food and the odd bee boss.)

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  85. Anonymous10:48 pm

    Um, Minx--those aren't prawn crackers...

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  86. Anonymous11:03 pm

    I think Mu Tai has Babelfished our man. It's Pundy's post alright.

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  87. Anonymous11:23 pm

    Hey looky here...it's a smug self-satisfied coven of cronies - what a surprise!

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  88. Anonymous12:12 am

    From the cavernous basement of Pundy
    came a scream that was pure timor mundi.
    We thought it was spam,
    but Pudy's best ram
    had discovered Lehane has the piles.

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  89. Anonymous4:34 am

    Sincerest apologies, Lehane. I miscopied there. Your welcome should have read:

    From the cavernous basement of Pundy
    came a scream that was pure timor mundi.
    We thought it was spam,
    but Pudy's best ram
    had discovered Lehane's swollen cundy.

    Again, sorry, old chap. Know you're a stickler.

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  90. I rather want a fight.

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  91. Anonymous4:50 pm

    Pull up a sheep, Matthew, and have a drink. Our host should be back soon.

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  92. Anonymous4:57 pm

    PS--Matthew, for God's sake, watch out for the prawns.

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  93. Anonymous6:45 pm

    Bit late to the action Matthew, the bodies have been hidden now, all blood mopped and tempers calmed.

    Plawn clacker? A spot of clogging? Or do you know My Way?

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  94. That's a shame. I took leave to this blog malarkey and came back to find you all eating each other. More than happy to assist in the 100-comment game, however. I'm good at singing Genesis songs. Also I cannot clog. I can turn crisp packets into small triangles. I can play the ocarina. Prawns I can handle. I wrote a story about sentient prawns once. It was mediocre. I hope you are all happy.

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  95. Anonymous9:53 pm

    An ocarina man! Shut off that damned karaoke and give the man some room. This party just got started...

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  96. Anonymous11:27 pm

    And so it did start (again), this mad, bad, weird and wonderful party. A party that kept a blog warm, and a party that brought together a multitude of weirdos in an imaginary room.
    They didn't know what they had started at the beginning. Those random comments that sent Pundy on his Christmas hols were only just the start. Poor Pundy, gone to graze on the other side of the world and a bunch of mad writers have blognapped The Pundy House and held a peanut party. Did he see it coming? Did he know what would happen if he left his beautiful blog unattended? Who knows, but look at them now, gathered together because they all have something in common. They don't even know each other you know. Funny isn't it?

    See that tiny one over there, for instance? Yeah, the miniture bomb with the flaming hair. She writes like an angel and fights like a demon for what she believes in. She spreads a little bit of Nirvana wherever she goes, lighting up corners so that people can see a little clearer.

    And him? Oh yes, he ......



    (please continue)

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  97. Hurry up and hit a hundred guys - I need to start blogging again.

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  98. Anonymous10:50 am

    I'll leave it to someone else to strike the century, but welcome back. It seems a century you've been gone. Um, sorry about the mess. We'll clean up...soon...

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  99. Anonymous2:24 pm

    Yippee! He's back!

    Welcome home, Lord High Pundyness. Hope it's been a good break. Um - do you by any chance have a mop and bleach?

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  100. Anonymous3:02 pm

    Pundeeeeee! There you are!

    Oh, no worries about the mess, a quick bit of bloggy magick will sort that out.

    So glad you're back. Now, would you like a drink? I have just found this right at the back. Looks expensive but what the hell, time for a celebr......oops!

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  101. Anonymous8:44 pm

    hit 100 what?

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  102. Anonymous9:34 pm

    A 100 whats, you numpty! Where have you been?

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  103. Anonymous2:52 pm

    Pundy? Pundy? Where art thou, Pundy?

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  104. Anonymous9:46 pm

    This comment makes 105, Bill! One-oh-five. You know what that means, don't you?

    One hundred + five = Pundy returns to hose down his flock of miscreants.

    I'll line everybody up and start whipping them while you get yourself together.

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  105. Anonymous9:53 pm

    Woo! I'm the 105th comment, Bill! 105! One-oh-five. You know what that means, right?

    One + a hundred + five = Pundy comes back to hose down his flock of miscreants.

    I don't know who put the vodka and the other stuff in my Sprite that one night, but I think you should punish them extra hard.

    I'll line them up and start whipping them while you get yourself together.

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  106. Anonymous12:51 am

    Ooh, this party might not be over yet...

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