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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: Lake Bled
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Thursday, October 8, 2009. Surely this place cannot be for real. Every way you look it seems more beautiful than the last glance. The colours of the alps and the water are indescribable and the overall effect is as close to having a religious experience as I think I'll ever get. There certainly is some magic there. I won't bother to continue, other than with a few pictures. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Http:/ banafshehserovsbookreviews.blogspot.com/.
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: Republic of Kugelmugel | Vienna, Austria | Atlas Obscura
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Wednesday, September 9, 2009. Republic of Kugelmugel Vienna, Austria Atlas Obscura. As we are travelling once again to dear old Vienna, home to countless generations of Tischlers (or so I'm told), for what feels like the fourth time, I have actually taken pains this time to research the city and see what's there that we may have missed. The Austrians don't disappoint. Cripes, what a bunch of babies. It's only 300 year old bowel juice! Put that on the list. I've never seen a ...
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: November 2009
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Monday, November 2, 2009. Yes, I am aware of my tardiness in blogging throughout that trip. No, I am not going to apologise for it. Better idea just to pull my finger out now and fix it. But I'll be obeying the principle of reverse chronology, simply because that's the order in which my photos are going to be downloaded, and also a little bit because I'm a Pisces, I want to, and you can't stop me. In Liverpool distorting the true population figures. When he was asked where t...
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: Pot and kettle.
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Monday, November 2, 2009. Yes, I am aware of my tardiness in blogging throughout that trip. No, I am not going to apologise for it. Better idea just to pull my finger out now and fix it. But I'll be obeying the principle of reverse chronology, simply because that's the order in which my photos are going to be downloaded, and also a little bit because I'm a Pisces, I want to, and you can't stop me. In Liverpool distorting the true population figures. When he was asked where t...
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: Holy crap!
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Tuesday, October 6, 2009. Orright, shit, where do I start? The answer does not lie on a German keyboard. Everything is on different keys, the shift , alt functions are like special moves you sometimes accidentally pull off on Street Fighter. So, we're well- after Jeff's protracted bout of flu and my 3 days of it. Mercifully we were with Tone during the worst of it rather than on the road. Loved Leipzig, saw Bach's grave and then ran out to Dresden the next morning. Am off to...
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: Bled time machine?
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Wednesday, October 7, 2009. Umm, okay, so just quickly, our hotel in Bled, Slovenia, which, incidentally is the best place I've ever been or stayed, has a hairdryer that looks (and sounds) like a vacuum cleaner hose. At least I thought it was a hairdryer. But since having used it, I'm now wondering whether it's not in fact, a time machine. Anyway, decide for yourselves, and next time you watch Eurovision, don't be so amazed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: August 2009
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Monday, August 3, 2009. The other day I received a box full of goodies from Cleveland- the source of all things cool and interesting. I almost tripped over it as I left the house in a hurry, and opened it using my very girlie lime green flowery Swiss army knife as I sat in the car waiting for Hell Boy. It's contents were as follows:. Barack Obama quilting fabric LOL - 2 kinds - my mind is now fully taken over with thoughts of WTF can I make out of that! Benevolent despot,wei...
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: October 2009
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Thursday, October 8, 2009. Surely this place cannot be for real. Every way you look it seems more beautiful than the last glance. The colours of the alps and the water are indescribable and the overall effect is as close to having a religious experience as I think I'll ever get. There certainly is some magic there. I won't bother to continue, other than with a few pictures. Wednesday, October 7, 2009. At least I thought it was a hairdryer. Tuesday, October 6, 2009. So, we're...
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: September 2009
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Wednesday, September 9, 2009. Republic of Kugelmugel Vienna, Austria Atlas Obscura. As we are travelling once again to dear old Vienna, home to countless generations of Tischlers (or so I'm told), for what feels like the fourth time, I have actually taken pains this time to research the city and see what's there that we may have missed. The Austrians don't disappoint. Cripes, what a bunch of babies. It's only 300 year old bowel juice! Put that on the list. I've never seen a ...
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Don't step on the Mome Raths.: January 2010
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Don't step on the Mome Raths. Saturday, January 9, 2010. Good luck with your vagina , my dear. That's probably what I would title my autobiography if I ever wrote one. And one's all I'd need to write, because with such a title, one's all that would sell. Do you play that game? My title can vary from day to day depending on what's happening within and without me. Hell Boy once told me that his might be, "Happy landings, cunt.". But never went on to elaborate as to how he arrived at that mantra. So, when I...
