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Monday 12 November 2018
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Exhibition of Potted Meat Sculptures, Cartwright Hall, Keighley.

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The Meaning Of Liff
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UMBERLEIGH (n.)
The awful moment which follows a dorchester (q.v.) when a speaker weighs up whether to repeat an amusing remark after nobody laughed the last time. To be on the horns of an umberleigh is to wonder whether people didn't hear the remark, or whether they did hear it and just didn't think it was funny, which was why somebody coughed.

I Never Knew That
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The first hair dryer was a vacuum cleaner that was used for drying hair




Poem Of The Day
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Why I Like My Sarong
(Kate)

Oh, sing a sweet, sweet song 
About my sarong! 
It really is quite nice, 
Not like boiled rice. 
It comes from another country 
And it isn't crunchy 
Either. 

I like the way it wraps 
Around all my many flaps. 
I like the way it hangs 
From my many fangs. 
I like the way it dangles 
Like a million Bangles 
Singing Walk Like An Egyptian 
In the kitchen. 

I like the way it ties 
Around my ample thighs 
And never quite looks right 
Unless there is no light. 
I like it in the morning 
When I'm awake and yawning. 
On my bannister it sits 
Waiting to cover up my tits 
So when I leave my flat 
To go to the bathroom and that, 
I will feel all right 
And not give Ellis a fright. 

Oh, how I love my sarong! 
Some might say that this is wrong 
To love a piece of material, 
To find it so ethereal. 
I like it more than cereal, 
And I like that a lot 
And I've liked it for so long, 
But not as much 
As my sarong. 


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