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I have held the contention that most cowboy poetry is funny due to that close relationship between humor and tragedy. Workin’ livestock is a dangerous and those of us who do it get hurt … a lot! So the only way to deal with the pain is to laugh about it. And you quadruple the chance of injury (and therefore humor) by adding a horse to the equation. Well, most people don’t work pigs a’horseback, so you don’t have as many wrecks. But where there’s a will there’s a way.

The day after her first concert The Newcastle Morning Herald was raptuous in its praise of “the queen of song”, saying “the glorious voice that has charmed millions of listeners in various parts of the world was heard in all its wondrous beauty and the audience that crowded the hall was captivated by its magic spell.

Vivo Youth International Music Competition Winner’s Concert – Kaufman Music Center January 07, 2018 – New York

Backstage, Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas wore bad Christmas sweaters and sang their version of “The 12 Days of Christmas” to Apollo Crews and tried to sell him on a B-Team t-shirt. Crews said he’d already done his Christmas shopping… [C] An ad for Smackdown hyped Shane McMahon appearing on Miz TV…

 “He fixed the date and hour of cessation, said that Allied forces would be directed to stop fighting when this had been done.

 Planning of the pool began in 1907 and construction started in 1910, and although it was used unofficially from 1912 – Duke Kahanamoku performed an exhibition there in 1915 – it was not officially opened until 1922 when the pavilion was built.

Yer lookin’ at a feller with no tennis shoes, a ’76 GMC pickup, an outhouse and a learning permit for a cell phone. But! Lest you lump me into that group of stodgy ol’ dinosaurs that cling to the days of Garth Brooks, pygmy Angus, and real spare tires … Let me assure you that I have stepped boldly into the modern world of manly footwear.

The protocols of invitation were mysterious, but the good will being spread—the respects paid, favors repaid, egos massaged—was plainly a long-term project. Even surf journalists were given their turn. The hacks came in groups, surfed in groups, jumped on waves when the other guy fell. Their reports, all embargoed until a date deemed strategic by the W.S.L., amounted to mixed reviews. Had it been like sex with a blow-up doll? Like a debauch in a brothel? Discuss. Chas Smith, from BeachGrit, had dislocated his shoulder in a wipeout, and he hated the place so much he could hardly type: “That fucking Surf Ranch. That God-forsaken lake in the middle of California and right near my ex-wife’s hometown Surf Ranch.” Still, some doubters were clearly won over. Surf Ranch had invited a number of its most severe critics, and only one had turned it down.

There were doubts he would return to the international game, but three years later he was back, playing three Tests against New Zealand. 

In one important way, the wave was actually difficult to read. The usual tipoffs about what a wave was going to do next—boils over shallow spots, the indications thirty or forty yards away of what’s in store for you—were all absent. The artificial wave was effectively being made under your feet. You basically had to memorize where the slower and quicker bits broke. Otherwise, the accelerations would take you by surprise, and there was no catching up on this wave if the breaking lip passed you by. The power normally stored in the white water, which might give you a needed boost, was not there.

 While all this was going on at the northern end, work started on the Sydney link to Wahroonga in February, 1984, which bypassed the Hornsby bottleneck and took fi ve years and $100 million to complete.