I only just noticed at breakfast time that there were seven crumpets in my pack of six!
Friday, 20 July 2007
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By Which Means?
Mr Mean 
Preposterously a product of Intelligent Design and blessed with a mind to offend religion and science alike, I am an indigent spirit who has no time for Alfa and Omega, opting instead for something more down-to-earth - such as Ford and Seiko.
Preposterously a product of Intelligent Design and blessed with a mind to offend religion and science alike, I am an indigent spirit who has no time for Alfa and Omega, opting instead for something more down-to-earth - such as Ford and Seiko.
Mrs Mean
Mrs Mean was not born Mean, but became Mean upon union with Mr Mean, not so much by choice or by tutelage but by osmosis. Howe'er, she has embraced the meanness of spirit of Mean Manor in a mean manner unrivalled by any other Means.
Mrs Mean was not born Mean, but became Mean upon union with Mr Mean, not so much by choice or by tutelage but by osmosis. Howe'er, she has embraced the meanness of spirit of Mean Manor in a mean manner unrivalled by any other Means.
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There are several names for that - the baker's half dozen, the lucky crumpet, the odd crumpet out, the seventh wonder of the baking world.
At any rate, someone, like me, is likely to tell you "You know, Mr Mean, you ought to buy yourself a lottery ticket today."
The seventh crumpet is also known as "The Lottery Ploy".
Attracting damn spammers to my blog falls into the category of “getting more than I didn't bargain for”, I suppose.
An extra crumpet is always the tastier option than SPAM.
Getting more than you didn't bargain for in a partner...
I pressed that link, and as it was loading, I saw the left-hand side of the page pic and thought "that's more than I didn't bargain for in a haircut".
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