Cheese is evil. I like cheese.
I got stomach cramps half the night on Friday after eating half a pound of old and bitey cheddar before bed. Cheese is evil.
(I once hitchhiked across France carrying an enormous Brie. Cheese and travel do go together. In hell.)
Half a pound! Good lord.
That backpackers are daft is hardly a contentious point, Loretta. Dig deeper, my child! The Brie was your sin.
Nobody comes to see the Reclining Buttercup any more. Sniff.
‘Fun and Games’? I suppose… ‘Travel’ would have been out of the question? Go figure! Actually, no, don’t, it always ends in tears…
I like bread and circuses. I guess that’s why I like travel, too.
Some of us will live long lives. We need something to fill up the time and amuse us. travel is as good at that as is staying home.
I’d like to see that. 
Somehow I imagine it something like this. . .
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or this. . .
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But I’m afraid the reality is closer to this:
HOW lovely.
I’d like to see that. Somehow I imagine it something like this. . . [/quote]
The Reclining Buttercup is much more interesting, and has gilded nipples. This has attracted so many tourists that the government of Thespia have declared her to be a national treasure and sold various concessions and franchises to make money out of her.
Just round the back of the Reclining Buttercup is the National Cheese Emporium, which was opened to market the republic’s dairy products to the hordes of smelly backpackers who make the trek to her pagoda.
But, as the lady in the bikini points out, nobody really comes to see her any more. They come to be seen posing and munching on the famous yak’s cheese sandwiches. It’s no longer a spiritual adventure, it’s a circus.
Oh Loretta and MT. It saddens me deeply that the venerable TomHill is asleep. I might actually have to go and do some work, rather than read your boy-chatter.
The manufacturers of dairy products sold in the pagoda of the Reclining Buttercup are endorsed by the monks in her service, naturally. Providing sustenance to hungry pilgrims is deemed a holy act which entitles the providor to a share in the spoils when the worlds get divvied up come ‘Moderation Day’, which is the Thespian equivalent of ‘Kingdom Come’. The monks say prayers and bestow good wishes upon the suppliers of fermented curd in special celebrations which are held every month when ‘the great Brie in the sky’ is full.
TomHill, y’see this is what happens when you start these threads. Loretta gets over-excited. Where are your morals?
Wrong answer. You were supposed to quote Monty Python. 
Get back to work.
Monty Python is boring.
Buttercup, and to a certain extent Bob, I am saddened that my slumber has caused the detritus to seep in. In future I suggest a group p.m. between the three. Tesviri nocturni.
It is no wonder I am reduced to bickering about rules with moderators. But in this case their prediction that this would become a ‘sporting’ thread was sadly true.
Loretta, the words ‘shit or get off the pot,’ roam through my head right now.
Matthew, a new act is required.
Tigerman, your blades grow rusty and are cutting you as you strike.
Mother Theresa, your acid has gone bad.
CFImages, nice effort. B+
Blessed are the cheesemakers.
Tom, don’t be silly. I tried to post about the pointlessness of travel but the Reclining Buttercup rubbished me so I edited it to be more in keeping with the pointlessness of the thread.
And why are you telling me about what you’re thinking while sitting on the throne? You think I care?
[quote=“Loretta”]Blessed are the cheesemakers.
Tom, don’t be silly. I tried to post about the pointlessness of travel but the Reclining Buttercup rubbished me so I edited it to be more in keeping with the pointlessness of the thread.
And why are you telling me about what you’re thinking while sitting on the throne? You think I care?[/quote]
Lor,
It means you shouldn’t tease us with ‘I wrote… but decided not to…’ Say it, man up, get it out there. You are the one on the throne old bean, you. Don’t be afraid of what you think.
If you think backpackers are the equivalent of Goat’s cheese, (too much and often inappropriate) then say it. Spew forth about the rubbish in the Celestine prophecies, tell us what a jerk Alex Garland is. Go for it. Otherwise peple will be correct in assuming this thread is a game.
Love you,
Tom.
I recommend a vacation in Regina, home of the Canadian Communist Party. Drive to Manitoba and buy a canoe. Manitoba is actually nicer than Hat Rin, though under water everything shares a similar buoyant quality.
Lola, dear, I didn’t rubbish your post, it was very interesting, although tangential.
Don’t try to re-swallow your vomit. It’s anally retentive.
No you bloody didn’t! You made me feel bad for having a go at backpackers, like I was kicking puppies or something. Now Mr Hill is being snooty too. You should have seen the look on Mrs Hill’s face when they were talking on the phone a few minutes ago. He’s obviously in one of his moods, and she looked really upset. She sat all forlorn at the other end of the bath from me with the phone in her hand and Tom blasting into her earhole until I gently put him on hold and took her into the kitchen for a nice cheese sandwich.
It’s amazing how much good a healthy lump of gorgonzola can do for a distressed woman. You should try it some time instead of rubbishing every suggestion I make.
No you bloody didn’t! You made me feel bad for having a go at backpackers, like I was kicking puppies or something. Now Mr Hill is being snooty too. You should have seen the look on Mrs Hill’s face when they were talking on the phone a few minutes ago. He’s obviously in one of his moods, and she looked really upset. She sat all forlorn at the other end of the bath from me with the phone in her hand and Tom blasting into her earhole until I gently put him on hold and took her into the kitchen for a nice cheese sandwich.
It’s amazing how much good a healthy lump of gorgonzola can do for a distressed woman. You should try it some time instead of rubbishing every suggestion I make.[/quote]
I’m not being snooty. I just think you should leave your words out there. After all, you aren;t scared of Buttercup are you?
Should I drag you over the coals for your continued sexual references to my partner?
It is very naughty of you, you know?
I’m not scared of nothing, especially when it comes to the Reclining Buttercup. Cheese is just fermented butter anyway. Leave her out in the sun and she starts to look like Red Leicester.
I just went back to look at what I wrote about backppackers, and Lonely Planet being the spawn of Satan, and decided it was far to serious and ranty for such a nice little thread as this one. I wouldn’t want it to get temped because it transgressed some rule about being nice to Mucha Man or something.
Now, where’s my loofah?