tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post8907102021310233266..comments2024-03-07T11:39:09.758+11:00Comments on Will Type For Food: Benefacto, Benefactee, BenefactumTimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-32305674014617654022007-05-24T21:08:00.000+10:002007-05-24T21:08:00.000+10:00And you never know, I could be even madder in pers...And you never know, I could be even madder in person than I am on this blog...TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-9626380995103117622007-05-24T21:03:00.000+10:002007-05-24T21:03:00.000+10:00Why would I do that? Were you planning on drinking...Why would I do that? Were you planning on drinking and had me in mind as the, um, "designated carrier"?TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-65337614934739523572007-05-24T19:49:00.000+10:002007-05-24T19:49:00.000+10:00Oh, Tim, we must meet up some day, along with Prin...Oh, Tim, we must meet up some day, along with Princess Darlene, of course. <BR/><BR/>You could tuck me under one armpit, and Darlene under the other (I'm assuming Darlene is vertically challenged, as am I, but I might be horribly wrong about Darlene, and cause great offence in my assumption).Cazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17387674413840435759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-66134015411228515772007-05-24T15:15:00.000+10:002007-05-24T15:15:00.000+10:00My sister's flatmate, who is very striking, is "no...My sister's flatmate, who is very striking, is "not confined to the normal verticular paradigm" either. Sometimes she finds it a problem- they were in the supermarket and a man came around the corner and blurted out "God, you're tall!". It apparently happens all the time.<BR/><BR/>I always wanted to be over 6 ft, but never got there, so I assure you I am deeply envious.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-67660130945464103572007-05-24T13:24:00.000+10:002007-05-24T13:24:00.000+10:00I prefer to describe myself as 'Not Confined To Th...I prefer to describe myself as 'Not Confined To The Normal Verticular Paradigm'.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-33955400771064811092007-05-24T13:11:00.000+10:002007-05-24T13:11:00.000+10:00I'm very embarrassed to know this, but Steve is in...I'm very embarrassed to know this, but Steve is indeed thinking of one Mr Grace in <I>Are you Being Served?</I>. I would like to state for the record that I do not enjoy the program or watch it on a regular basis.<BR/><BR/>A beard, Tim? Surely that would simply complete the Amish effect upon which one of your readers so astutely remarked. Hats are always a bit of a concern- one wonders if they conceal little tuffs of hair so unwashed it's in the process of forming itself into miniature dreadlocks.<BR/>The Amish effect is the obvious one, but I think you're channelling that eighteenth-century gentleman of letters again, with a dollop of Australiana thrown in for good measure. You do look awfully tall too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-6128966336764953372007-05-24T12:12:00.000+10:002007-05-24T12:12:00.000+10:00Steve, hadn't heard of that, though it would be in...Steve, hadn't heard of that, though it would be interesting to see a sit-com set in the modern Australian workplace. (And no, I am NOT thinking of a certain recent episode of McLeod's Daughters...!)TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-19697002105845854502007-05-24T12:10:00.000+10:002007-05-24T12:10:00.000+10:00Karen, imagine me with the hat off - and yes, I'm ...Karen, imagine me with the hat off - and yes, I'm ashamed to admit it - with a beard, which I cultivated for a few years out of sheer laziness.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-9171291335995568862007-05-23T22:47:00.000+10:002007-05-23T22:47:00.000+10:00This reminded me of one of the 70's or early 80's ...This reminded me of one of the 70's or early 80's British sitcoms...maybe Are You Being Served?...were a frail old company head would visit the staff occasionally. It's probably being repeated on Channel 7 on Saturday nights (they really, really don't care what they show on that night after 8.30pm, do they.)Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04108945551064939734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-88798160562512951852007-05-23T22:27:00.000+10:002007-05-23T22:27:00.000+10:00Hmmm, no cigar then. I pride myself on having a g...Hmmm, no cigar then. I pride myself on having a good memory, you see, so it bothers me when I can't remember something.<BR/><BR/>He sounds like a very nice, well-meaning benefactor.<BR/><BR/><I>If he'd called me Darling, I think I would have gone mad and started tearing chunks out of a thesaurus with my teeth!</I><BR/><BR/>Such a spectacle would no doubt provide extra incentive to call you "darling"! A woman in a shop last week called me "darling", which grated, but then I heard her call a co-worker "gorgeous girl" and realised it could be worse.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-17165513254911074702007-05-23T22:11:00.000+10:002007-05-23T22:11:00.000+10:00Nah, I did do T S Eliot, but not in a special Elio...Nah, I did do T S Eliot, but not in a special Eliot course - barely covered Prufrock and The Wasteland. Obviously nobody talked back at The Benefactor for fear of their jobs, but I didn't hear him say 'Darling', and I don't really think he would. For some reason he took it into his head to meet everyone in the office, no matter who they were, so he had a standard line to break the ice. And thank heavens for that! If he'd called me Darling, I think I would have gone mad and started tearing chunks out of a thesaurus with my teeth!TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-72470054300476338102007-05-23T22:04:00.000+10:002007-05-23T22:04:00.000+10:00Did he call all the women "darling" and get away w...Did he call all the women "darling" and get away with that too?<BR/><BR/>I haven't read any Perelman. You do mention him an awful lot, so it is having a subconscious effect. I expect I will surrender, should I come across any Perelman in a bookshop.<BR/><BR/>God, it's a terrible ad! The idea of this man being raised from the cradle for no other end than to serve- it sends shivers down my spine. Another ad that makes me cranky- the 4WD ad with one of Jimmy Barnes' sons slaughtering "A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall". And there's another one (which I haven't seen but my sister told me about it) which is for a car that is a "masterpiece" and it puts the car next to other things which are "masterpieces"- a Picasso and a Hemingway (this would amuse me greatly if I saw it, for I -controversially, I've been told- hate Hemingway).<BR/><BR/>I meant to say this yesterday- you do look familiar in the last photo in the piece about the snow in New York- vaguely, not greatly. So I think I would at least have seen you around. Given how much you refer to him, I thought it might have been this special T. S. Eliot course in second year. Did you do that one?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-35624811900459777292007-05-23T20:14:00.000+10:002007-05-23T20:14:00.000+10:00I took an immediate liking to the Benefactor. He w...I took an immediate liking to the Benefactor. He was so old that he could get away with jokes like 'when is your 18th birthday', versions of which he bestowed on all and sundry. <I>Everyone</I> in the office must be at least twenty years younger than him. I think the old chap must have sold shares in a Zambesian copper mine or something and bought majority ownership of our current company as the Going Concern in his old age. (I haven't seen that ad, but it sounds like something S J Perelman would have been able to get about twenty paragraphs of humour out of. Oh, Sydney Perelman! Thou shouldst be living at this time!)TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-4183135709703567052007-05-23T19:22:00.000+10:002007-05-23T19:22:00.000+10:00Now that is a capital review!You reminded me of th...Now <I>that</I> is a capital review!<BR/><BR/>You reminded me of that horrible ad on TV at the moment- I think it's for a bank- the one with the baby giving its dummy to the other baby in the cot and then the baby is a grown man working for X (St George?) bank, bestowing his servile grin on all and sundry. The most disturbing thing is that they obviously think there are people to whom the ad would appeal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com