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Froupie:
im not a whiskey drinker
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:45:54 am)

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Yes, I quite agree with you, I mean, what's the point of being treated like a sheep? I mean I'm fed up going abroad and being treated like sheep. What's the point of being carted around in buses, surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea, 'Oh, they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home', stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy, raw, swollen, purulent flesh 'cause they 'overdid it on the first day', and being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into the queues and, if you're not at your table, spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night there's bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big, fat, bloated tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners, and then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel, and then, once a week, there's an excursion to the local Roman Ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and then one night they take you to a local restaurant with local colour and colouring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos' and complaining about the food, 'Oh, it's so greasy, isn't it?', and then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr. Scholl sandals and Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres, and sending tinted postcards of places they don't know they haven't visited, 'To all at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an 'X'. Wish you were here. Food very greasy but we have managed to find this marvellous little place hidden away in the back streets where you can even get Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe It's Because I'm a Londoner"', and spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried Watney's sandwiches and you can't even get a drink of Watney's Red Barrel because you're still in England and the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ash-trays and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland and has to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can load you up at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac till six because of 'unforeseen difficulties', i.e. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control in Paris - and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at 8, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing "enterovioform" and queuing for the toilets and queuing for the armed customs officers, and queuing for the bloody bus that isn't there to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been finished. And when you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel del Sol by paying half your holiday money to a licensed bandit in a taxi you find there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the bog and there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet. And half the rooms are double booked and you can't sleep anyway because of the permanent twenty-four-hour drilling of the foundations of the hotel next door - and you're plagues by appalling apprentice chemists from Ealing pretending to be hippies, and middle-class stockbrokers' wives busily buying identical holiday villas in suburban development plots just like Esher, in case the Labour government gets in again, and fat American matrons with sloppy-buttocks and Hawaiian-patterned ski pants looking for any mulatto male who can keep it up long enough when they finally let it all flop out. And the Spanish Tourist Board promises you that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a case of mild Spanish tummy, like the previous outbreak of Spanish tummy in 1660 which killed half London and decimated Europe, and meanwhile the bloody Guardia are busy arresting sixteen-year-olds for kissing in the streets and shooting anyone under nineteen who doesn't like Franco. And then on the last day in the airport lounge everyone's comparing sunburns, drinking Nasty Spumante, buying cartons of duty free 'cigarillos' and using up their last pesetas on horrid dolls in Spanish National costume and awful straw donkeys and bullfight posters with your name on 'Ordoney, El Cordobes and Brian Pules of Norwich' and 3-D pictures of the Pope and Kennedy and Franco, and everybody's talking about coming again next year and you swear you never will although there you are tumbling bleary-eyed out of a tourist-tight antique Iberian airplane."

(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:46:12 am)

Chewing Wax:
I'm not much of a whiskey drinker either, which was what was so interesting about this vision.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:47:42 am)

Chewing Wax:
Well, that's quite the by-law violation.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:47:53 am)

Froupie:
i hate brits abroad
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:48:11 am)

Froupie:
i avoid them like the plague.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:48:21 am)

Froupie:
so chewie where are you vacationing this year?
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:49:49 am)

Chewing Wax:
Eric Idle did that monolog without breathing
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:50:02 am)

Chewing Wax:
Florida. West coast of Florida. Near the Tampa/St. Pete area.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:50:41 am)

Chewing Wax:
Decoy is packing up the tribe and driving down to visit friends the same week so maybe we'll get a place near there and hang out or something.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:51:27 am)

Froupie:
that'll be nice
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:51:56 am)

Chewing Wax:
You think?
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:52:12 am)

Froupie:
no i was just being polite
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:52:24 am)

Chewing Wax:
We're going with another couple who have two young daughters. Anne is looking for a place with a private pool. You need that. A private pool. And within driving distance to the beach.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:52:48 am)

Froupie:
i really cant bear more than one day at the beach on a holiday
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:53:08 am)

Chewing Wax:
I go to Florida for the history and the culture.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:53:09 am)

Froupie:
never been to florida, i'd go exploring the swamps
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:53:42 am)

Chewing Wax:
My favorite beach was the one on Ios. That was a great beach.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:53:46 am)

Froupie:
theres a great hidden beach on ibiza, in eivissa town, you have to climb down a steep cliff to get to it
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:54:37 am)

Chewing Wax:
People tend to get eaten in the swamps. Or bitten by poison snakes. It's the reason the Dubya administration wants to drain them. For everyone's safety.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:54:41 am)

Froupie:
or you can swim to it
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:54:49 am)

Froupie:
drain the swamps? but where will the crocodiles live?
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:55:13 am)

Froupie:
and all the other swampland creatures. thats not right, save the swamps!
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:55:42 am)

alt :
Union of Concerned Scientists
http://www.ucsaction.org/action/
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Im taking off early again today~whoo~
have a good weekend everyone..
I'll check back later from the lakehouse
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:56:00 am)

Froupie:
and the rare orchids and the lush green reeds
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:56:04 am)

Froupie:
bye alt, have fun
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:56:19 am)

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Many insects, fish, reptiles, and amphibians need the still, swampy waters to reproduce. Others come to forage in the shallow water and wet, mucky substrate. In return, the wildlife act as seed dispersers and transporters of nutrients to other ecosystems as they move between habitats.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:59:13 am)

Chewing Wax:
Lake house
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:59:19 am)

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Swamps are important to many rare birds like the endangered wood stork and threatened bald eagle. In all, twelve species of swamp birds are considered rare, threatened, or endangered.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 11:59:42 am)

Froupie:
save the bald eagle
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 12:00:08 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Where's bela. I miss her cheery attitude.
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 12:12:51 pm)

Froupie:
someone keeps tryign to send a fax down my phoneline... grr
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 12:14:44 pm)

Froupie:
im going home i have to stop by the bank on the way, and its freezing out. see ya later chewie
(Fri Feb 20, 2004 - 12:15:25 pm)