One egg.
Tags: eggs
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By orwelldiariesOne egg.
Tags: eggs
January 11, 2009 at 2:24 pm
Abandon the diary for a month for the holidays and travel and look what happens? Three eggs became routine! Then four eggs! But now that I’m back to reading, we’re at one.
I miss everything good.
January 11, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Joke:
Q. What is George Orwell’s favourite poet?
A. Shelley.*
(* as in egg shell.)
January 11, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Q. What is George Orwell’s favourite anti-apartheid activist?
S. Steve Beak-o.
(Like a chicken’s beak.)
January 11, 2009 at 4:33 pm
Interesting…If you click on “tags” (eggs) you get directed to a photo of someones breakfast,a discussion on possible addiction…( to Franks Red Hot Sauce…) and a discussion of American football teams (?metaphor for my entire thread here…) At least these “tags” (what the hell IS a tag…) are randomly generated .
How did we all get along before this…?
Or was G.O, counting his eggs,in a better/simpler/happier time…?
Jl3: limit of 10 comments per day will be enforced…
January 11, 2009 at 5:54 pm
I hear ya George. Yesterday was totally a One Egg day for me too. I didn’t do anything.
January 11, 2009 at 8:23 pm
One egg good, four eggs better.
January 11, 2009 at 11:14 pm
Personally, I think George’s recent poultry notatitions are a seggway into more detailed political and philosophical musing.
January 12, 2009 at 4:46 am
Consider the egg:
Universe awaiting birth,
Or, perhaps, breakfast
January 12, 2009 at 12:53 pm
Lamb and prune tajine followed by flourless orange cake for dinner, one modest espresso to follow. Weather mild and cloudy, with some showers. No eggs.