Sounds good. How about 'The Procrastinators' as a name for the band? :p :-)

Here are a few, all by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe :

* Consolation when enduring student poverty:

"Everything in the world may be endured except continued prosperity."


* A good motto for us all?

"Nothing is worse than active ignorance."


* The importance of having a bit of fun (though I'm not sure about the 'reasonable words'):

"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words."



* When writing up:

"When ideas fail, words come in very handy."


* And here is my favourite (I'm trying to bear this in mind as I start my literature review...):

"Whatever you can do or dream, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it."

But soon the wailing came not only from the remains of the omni-bus, but also from the clever clogs. Unfortunately the clever clogs had not read the recent paper by G. Enius entitled ‘Effect of Beetlejuice on clogs, clever or otherwise.’ in the International Journal of Unusual Footwear. If they had read the paper, they would not have been surprised by the transformation which was now taking place.

First small tufts of pink fluff were appearing on the tips of the clogs, which were beginning to soften and change shape. The pink fluff grew and spread all over the clogs. In no time (well, almost no time) the clever clogs had changed into a pair of fluffy pink slippers.

Ah, sorry to hear your piles of paper aren't shrinking (yet). Paper aeroplanes?

I hope you get lots of work done - but also get some sleep! :-)

I really ought to turn the computer off now ... alarm will go off in 7 hours and no doubt I'll be woken up at least once during the night by children / dog / cats ...

Hi Bilbo, I'm afraid I'm just about to go to bed (actually am in bed already, just about to turn the computer off), early start tomorrow...

I hope your still-to-be-dealth-with pile is shrinking rapidly!

Good night. :-)

The AFKABs looked around. The landscape was bare and desolate, not a sign of life. All of a sudden they heard a noise so familiar that they didn’t immediately realise how out of place it was – the distant sound of an ageing diesel engine. At the horizon they could just about make out a yellow blob. It was coming closer and closer. Eventually they saw what it was: a yellow American school bus. The omni-bus. It came to a stop next to them and the door opened. The driver beckoned them in. They stared open-mouthed - it was Jemima.

‘Jump it, chaps. You’ll have to wait a long time for the next bus,’ she said cheerfully.

A river has both mouth and bed. :-)

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Talking of art and high culture ... Never mind all this Belle de Jour stuff, come and join Walminskipeasucker's story thread! Guaranteed no (dare I say it) moral degradation there. :-)

Have a look in the 'Removed Threads' section. Reason given: 'got very out of hand'

I said that you are not interested in a proper debate because you have already 'declared victory'. I can see no evidence of this, to be honest. I feel that others have brought forward much more reasonable arguments. You don't really seem to properly engage with these arguments, but just resort to claims of spiritual/moral education (sorry, can't remember your exact words and I'm not going through all the posts again!).
:-)

So sorry, I didn't realise you were winning this debate. Congratulations. 8-)

Maybe, just maybe, the rest of us will reach your level of moral and spritual education one day. I guess there's hope yet.

“That,” the friendly elf from the bus said “is the editor of the Daily Mail.”

“But … isn’t the editor of the Daily Mail a man?”

Jemima’s question remained unanswered. Suddenly there was great excitement amongst the elves. They crowded around the large screen. Numbers and letters were moving across it at great speed. Jemima was beginning to feel dizzy.

“Look, look,” one of the elves shouted, “one of those no-good PhD students must have had an idea!”

At last the screen became still and one single sentence appeared in large pink letters. It said: …