Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Rhino parade
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You will find only my least interesting adventures here. If I were to include the more interesting ones, too many people would get into too much trouble with employers, spouses, girlfriends, boyfriends, parents and government agencies. My more interesting adventures appear in a separate blog - which doesn't include my name. It's out there, somewhere in the blogosphere...
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Just another day at the office, I see. Why are the trees dead? Drought, disease, or dinner?
Elephant dinners!
That's why South Africa is contemplating restarting an ivory trade - carefully controlled, of course. I heard that some time ago; not sure of any decision on this, but I certainly haven't seen licensed ivory (or any other kind) for sale in shops.
Beck tried to post a comment here and couldn't, so I'm going to cut and paste from her email. Language warning!
"I like how the guides are expendable but the vistors aren't - they can risk getting impaled with thier flaccid wangs out, but no-one else can. Very wise. How could you draft an exclaimer that is multi-cultural enough to be binding in the face of a rhino attack mid-urination? I fucking love it. Micturatus Interruptus. I'd like to be the one to work that into everyday legal parlance. Actually, no I wouldn't. I'd rather be the guide!"
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