Brilliant drawing, Gwil!
Thanks Shawn. I've decided the blog needs more humor!
__Here, we refer to them as >fish sticks<. Long ago my wife and I decided never to consume them, there are too many questions to be asked about their >substance and their quality<. Not interested in smelling foul answers, we search for the real_!fish sticksin their political campaignsold odors _m
Thanks for the poem Magyar. Good point! The 'old odors' can stick their sticks where the monkeys stick their nuts.
I have heard of a fish wife but not a fish finger wife.
Nice one. Thanks Dave ;). Maybe he stopped eating them when someone told him that fish don't really have fingers.
Reminds me of Grimm's fairy tale "Vom Fischer und seiner Frau" (The fisherman and his wife) - very worth reading! The woman couldn't get enough, never (maybe even of fish-fingers?) - and at the end she sits again in ... well, read it yourself :-) Though the Austrian will remain a Princess, while the fisherwoman not even remains popess.
Come to think of it: maybe it was your splendid header-photo too, that reminded me.
Brigitta, thanks for the Grimm info. The header photo was taken on a beach near Liverpool. Crosby Sands I think. There are lots of these men. Unfortunately one somewhere in Austrian Alps had his manhood vandalized by somebody who took offence. Those statues they boxed over in Rome recently because a visit by the Iranian leader . . . what were they?
I veil my head :-) In Hamburg youngsters painted a bathing slip in bright colours around the hips of a naked figure - that was a boy's joke - but in Italy to be THAT political correct (or better: uncorrect - I think normally the guest adapt) makes me shudder.
When in 'Rome' do as the 'Romans' do.
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