Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
@4559: cool pic.
And Mr. Moff, don't ask a lady about her age. You only can get in trouble with that question.
And here is a picture of the prize, just for you:
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nyqmJPU/Glory
Happy birthday ;)
Fake! Call the fake trophy police! The real prize is made of plastic and quite small. After all, if you have a millyun bucks, you don't mind a lousy trophy.
@4561 I'll be very happy to give you a 654th birthday present Dez. Any one of these three dates will be convenient to pass it over: 31 April, 31 June or30 February. You choose!
I think I'm allowed to tell what the present is: The 35th of may by erich Kästner, a famous childrens novelle
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_35th_of_May,_or_Conrad's_Ride_to_the_South_Seas
That sounds like a book I would have enjoyed as a child. But Moff isn't in fantasy land, Gesine. He just can't read a calendar. Tragic, the Pomgolian edumacation system.
So, now I take the prize put in my bag and then it guides me at work.
Now you are just going to have to stop all this running around with my prize, Gesine! Live like a social butterfly, if you must, but leave my prize at home.
Enthused by Conrad's experiences, the Prize and I are planning a trip to the South seas. But nowhere near the land of vegemite and thunder.
No, I'd avoid New Zealand, too. Or is that Marmite?
Er... what exactly has Ma done? Or shouldn't I ask?
They brought out a product to compete with Marmite in the early part of the 20th century, and called it "Parwill". True story.
Another true story is that I win, you all lose.
Hi hi, someone told you a lie because I win.
No, no-one told me, I know it. Here I am, with the tiara and prize munny! See?
Er, no, I don't see that, actually.
Turn around, little Moff - I'm over here. And open your eyes, like a good Moff.
Turn around, little Moff - I'm over here. And open your eyes, like a good Moff.
Do you know, I've just had that sense of deja vu!
We'll have no unarmed combat here, my good man! We winners pack heat.
We winners pack lunch.
Prize and I are off for a jolly good hamper.
Pomgolians and their language and delusions are so quaint.
You're perfectly entitled to fantasise that if you wish. But I'm still winning.
I used to like Fanta as a child, regardless of the size.
I would point you to the evidence re your "win". No prize, no munny, hospital attendants in white coats surrounding you, pills being shovelled down your throat, injections, family weeping around you. Congratulations.
I like Sinalco sugarfree and therefore I win
I like Daim bars and I win.