Hello lovely Chockstoners. My my, where did this week go? They seem to go by very fast these days.
Derek my M10 love says we should all slow down a bit, but if he moved any slower I think someone would call for a Whacker-Packer to revive him. He tells me this is not so, amongst other ramblings like wanting to move to Tassie to be closer to The Tote, but I think he just wants to go somewhere where his slowness won't be noticed.
Oh, sorry, Derek tells me I am hijacking this lovely thread. OK dearies, here is a slow down article, he found for you to read today that he thinks sounds about right for the location at the moment.
Circle Flies.
A trad climber from southern Tasmania attends a social function on the mainland near Mt Arapiles where a curly haired boulderer is speechifying. Clearly the trad climber was not paying much attention, yackking with those closest and even quite far away (something about hammering and development at the Pines I believe).
Curly haired boulderer endeavoured to attract his interest with slower, single syllable words.
As he was doing that, he kept swatting at some flies that were buzzing around his head. The trad climber says, "Yer havin' some problem with them circle flies?"
Curly haired boulderer stopped talking and said, "Well, yes, if that's what they're called, but I've never heard of circle flies."
"Well mister," the trad climber replies, "Circle flies hang around a lot. They're called circle flies because they're almost always found circling around the back end of a horse."
"Oh," Curly haired boulderer replies, and resumes rambling. But, a moment later he stops and aggressively asks, "Are you calling me a horse's arse?"
"No, mister," the trad climber replies, "I have too much respect for the citizens of this town to call their entrepreneurial boulderer a horse's arse."
"Thank you for that respectful explanation," Curly haired boulderer responds, and resumes rambling once more.
Then the trad climber adds slowly ..
"Hard to fool them flies, though."
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