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James Hunt Sold his Wife to Richard Burton

James Hunt Sold his Wife to Richard Burton !
Sounds amazing and as with all deals there’s always a winner and a loser - yes most cherished readers it the hot or not list again

Everything that’s on the up and conversely everything that’s spiralling down

James Hunt

James Hunt
Former F1 World Champion sold his wife, Suzy Miller, to the actor Richard Burton for $1 million !
Makes the Wife Market look cheap ! He got a much better deal than our old friend The Legendary Stoil Panayotov as well.
Burton fell in love with her and offered Hunt the money to let her go and use it to cover his divorce settlement.
Nice work Jimbo take 100 posthumous man points !

a man inside a bottleMohican
Not the tribe but the hairstyle - I’m seriously fancying it !

Profligacy
Spending £7.99 on a magazine !
I know it sounds a bit flash and an outrageous dispersal of funds and no doubt you’re surprised . . .
Well so am I - it was spur of the moment and I’m now have a Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Boobs on Benefits
The single mother who now sports a DD cup thanks to implants. She’s never worked and proudly told the press I could never afford them until I had my 5th child.
When questioned as to whether she thought this a fair and sensible system she replied . . .
My mother used to work and pay tax so I’m entitled to it
Welcome to Great Britain :roll:

Richard Burton

Being on the Wagon
It’s life, Jim . . . but not as we know it !

Smoked Gammon
Superb ! I’m not sure whether it hasn’t just become my favourite joint of meat. Beats beef and Lamb etc hands down.
I didn’t pay for it of course, no doubt that would have soured the taste :)

Arnold Schwarzenegger
Met the Eton Rifle David Cameron with jest that Arnie would help ‘terminate the deficit’ !
Not the best person for the PM to choose, Arnie could do with terminating California’s deficit - isn’t CA more or less bankrupt - albeit technically so ?
Cold Wet Winter Mornings
The weather really feels like it’s turned now, I do look on these following months with some trepidation. It can feel like being caged after being free to wander about all the time during the nice weather.
I don’t complain as I’m spoilt which is what leads to the above feelings, non-the-less . . . roll on summer

Chilean Miners
Whilst the world held their breath, and the BBC spent a fortune covering the event, they were finally saved - the world breathes a sigh of relief and emotions run high.
During that time well over 100,000 children needlessly died in Africa alone . . .
Why are our thoughts and emotions so skewed ?

Once again I could go on and on and on and . . .
Feel free to comment on any of the above or indeed absolutely any random thing you so wish - these posts give the chance to go as off-topic as you want.
Note the picture to the left, which I rather like for several reasons, I’m inside the bottle not merely stuck on the outside.

Salutations
Rod

15 Comments

  1. Gloria Wallace said,

    October 18, 2010 @ 12:38 am

    As I sit on my Ozzie deck, with a view of remnant rain forest, palm trees, blue sky and sunshine, not a sound but the twittering of birds interspersed by the occasional shriek of cockatoos or a magpie warble, I could almost believe that all is right with the world. Then I consult your website to see if there are any additions to the Dolphin Hotel tale, and read your latest blog. You make some points that have me considering an early morning brandy, Rod.

    I also was moved to wonder at the Chilean miner rescue; mind you, were I trapped underground I would be thanking the media deity that makes all things possible, if they are newsworthy. Starvation and disease are not news, more is the pity, for African children. Something that made me wonder even more, was the overnight canonisation of “our” first Australian saint, Mother Mary MacKillop. This very good women has at last been recognised for two miracles wrought as a result of prayer; she cured one case of cancer and one of leukaemia. The evidence is, apparently, incontrovertible. The Africans are obviously sending their prayers in the wrong direction. Some controlled research trials need to be undertaken to see which of these saints, or in Mary’s case, saint aspirants, are listening.

    St Mary’s canonisation was met in the usual way by the Aussie pilgrims, no doubt clad in akubras and green and gold, waving the flag as though they were at an Olympic spectator sport. I know for a fact, that they were so unruly as to be asked to keep it down during the service, but nothing could stop, at the finale, the nationistic fervour of “Aussie. Aussie, Aussie, Oye Oye, Oye!”

    So there you have it, the birth of an Australian saint. Makes ya proud to be an Aussie! May it bring hope, peace and joy.

  2. Donald ( South Australia ) said,

    October 18, 2010 @ 7:33 am

    Mmm, I live some 30 minutes away from Penola, South Australia, the site of Mary MacKillop’s first school. There is no doubt she was a fine woman (after all, the daughter of Scottish immigrants had to sort out those Irish priests..), but I would dispute Gloria’s claim that she was Australia’s first saint. To be pedantically sectarian for a moment, doesn’t Gloria mean the first Roman Catholic saint? I’m not a red-hot Bible scholar, but I’m sure somewhere in Corinthians it says that all true Christians are saints.

    Anyway, I hope the clergy enjoyed their 100 cases of Coonawarra (adjoining Penola) wine, red and white, sent from here for the festivities, and that those first time travellers keep it down for the rest of their trip..

    Cheers!

    Donald.

  3. Rod said,

    October 18, 2010 @ 7:42 am

    Gloria,
    you set the scene you’re in beautifully though I have to say, looking out of my window here, it’s rubbing it in a bit :)

    Happy New Saint Gloria !

    Was she a fast-tracked one ?
    They’re fast-tracking a few I understand but the problem is finding a suitable miracle (requirement for the job I understand)
    It’s impressive being able to cure cancer and one of leukaemia - very commendable - I wish I could do that.
    If I could I’d like to think I could spare the time to cure more than two people - but I suppose people have busy lives.

    The best miracle I heard of was realted to fish. So desperate were the church to find a miracle they came up with a corker after being unable to find anything else they came up with . . .

    On his death bed he said he wanted Herrings (or some such fish) but there weren’t any so they gave him Sardines.
    He declared them to be the best Hering he’s ever eaten !
    The church subsequently latched onto this and said it was a miracle - the Sardines had turned into Hering in his mouth :roll:

    Best
    Rod

  4. Rod said,

    October 18, 2010 @ 7:47 am

    Donald,
    I’m not sure how the opposing teams work - does ‘the other side’ make new saints or is it just a Catholic thing.
    If so it’s a bit unfair !
    Could be a case for discrimination at work there.
    Nice to hear they could enjoy a proper Aussie knees up though :)
    Best
    Rod

  5. Mick Deakin said,

    October 18, 2010 @ 7:57 pm

    The entire crew of Flight 1549 that ditched in the Hudson River was later awarded the Master’s Medal of the Guild of Air Pilots and Air Navigators. The award citation read, “This emergency ditching and evacuation, with the loss of no lives, is a heroic and unique aviation achievement.” It has been described as “the most successful ditching in aviation history.”

    The above had quite a profound effect on me at the time. I was deep in thought over the incident for several days. I finally concluded, without any shadow of doubt that the world had witnessed a miracle of the first order. However, am I correct in thinking this ? It seems that there are miracles and there are miracles:- (from Wikipedia)

    “A miracle is an unexpected event attributed to divine intervention. Sometimes an event is also attributed (in part) to a miracle worker, saint, or religious leader. A miracle is sometimes thought of as a perceptible interruption of the laws of nature. Others suggest that God may work with the laws of nature to perform what people perceive as miracles. Theologians say that, with divine providence, God regularly works through created nature yet is free to work without, above, or against it as well.

    Changing subject - I went to Royal Ascot in the early 80s. I was dressed up to the hilt, as one does for these very glamorous occasions ;)
    Whilst standing at the fence around the parade ring a rather unkempt looking bloke with straggly fair hair walked towards me. He particularly caught my attention as most unceremoniously, he was wearing denim jeans over which loosely hung his sweater and he was wearing green wellies. It was only when he drew level with me that I realised it was Mr James Hunt !!
    I was going to ask him how on earth he was allowed onto the course looking like that - but I refrained :)

  6. Rod said,

    October 19, 2010 @ 8:20 am

    Mick,
    I suspect ‘miracle’ is an over used word personally - my belief is that so many things happen in the world that inevitably some of those events will have to be amazing based on pure chance alone.

    Then I suppose there’s how people seek to interpret events. The lightning strike on the church that brought the roof down on the congregation - several died but most survived - it was hailed a miracle !

    JH is a fine celebrity sighting - beats my David Bellamy :)
    Best
    Rod

  7. Mick Deakin said,

    October 19, 2010 @ 12:39 pm

    When the missus and I visited the Mostar Dome in Malta many years ago we were told about a 200lb german bomb that came through the roof and landed amidst the congregation without exploding.

    I have since heard that the bomb did not contain any explosive at all - but was filled with sand !!

    Either way - it was still deemed a miracle.

  8. History Hunter said,

    October 21, 2010 @ 9:34 pm

    Here is a tale of the sale of a ‘wife’ from 1825 who was the wife of a respectable tradesman. Reported in a local rag, the tale is hereby transcribed for your delectation! (Big words for me!)

    An immense concourse of people assembled at an early hour yesterday morning to witness the sale of a wife. Hitherto we have only seen those moving in the lowest classes of society, thus degrading themselves; but the present exhibition was attended with some novel circumstances.

    The parties, both buyer and seller were persons of property; the Lady young, beautiful, and elegantly dressed, was brought to the market in a coach, and exposed to the view of her purchasers with a silk halter round her shoulders which was covered with a rich lace veil.

    The price demanded of her in the first instance, was 15 sovereigns and a dozen of Wine. A gallant young Miller, was the first bidder, but scarce offered one third of the price she was put up for, and declared he thought it quite enough for half the women in town: a farmer next came forward and offered 10 sovereigns, vowing he did not posses another farthing in the world, but if he had ten times as much, he would freely part with all to be possessed of so fair a lady.

    A respectable Baker that lives in the neighbourhood; now appeared in the crowd and was so struck with her beauty that he immediately became her purchaser. The money being paid down, they went to a tavern, where a dinner was provided at the expense of the former husband.

    The wine went freely round and before they parted, the horse on which the purchaser rode; was given
    to the old husband. It was late when they parted, and they could scarcely bid each other goodnight, so often had they pledged each other’s health.

    At length the gallant new husband handed his fair prize into the coach, and off they went to his country seat, five miles out of town.

    It was not uncommon for songs, to be very hurriedly written about such events as this one, songs which usually sold for the price of, one penny.

    Here are just a few lines from the original song, which is now, very sadly, missing its music.

    Good people as you pass along;
    pray listen awhile to my ditty,
    I’ll sing you a comical song
    About a Damsel so pretty.

    It was then agreed by them both,
    that he, to the market, should lead her
    and like other cattle, be sold, to him;
    that was the best bidder.

    So off in a coach they set out,
    with a halter round her last market day
    and thousands were gathered about,
    to see such a handsome young lady.

    A handsome young Miller came forth,
    and declared if she was to be sold
    for her he’d give all his worth,
    that was, five sovereigns in gold.”

  9. Rod said,

    October 22, 2010 @ 8:22 am

    HH,
    cracking stuff - I curiously drawn to the idea of buying a wife - not having one then perhaps that’s the way - not sure whether I’d want a new wife or a secondhand one though.

    Whilst I’m not overly concerned about the cost of buying one I do worry about the cost of getting rid of one :twisted:

    I have, in the past, considered a mail order bride :shock:
    My thinking being that if she turned out to be a disappointment I could return her under the Distance Selling Regulations :)

    I wonder what a decent low mileage wife would cost me today and what model should I go for :? :
    Best
    Rod

  10. History Hunter said,

    October 22, 2010 @ 8:55 pm

    Seeing as I work at a local aeronautical establishment, i see the mail order brides coming thru with their decrepit/old/senile/fat/smelly (perm any two of those) husbands. The majority are the classic Thai or Philippino, and all are beautiful. Occasionally you will hear the Russian accent coming thru with their new husbands too.

    Your line of interest would be best heading east me thinks.

  11. Rod said,

    October 23, 2010 @ 8:39 am

    HH,
    I’m feeling strangely drawn to someone a little exotic - you’ve convinced me.
    Needless to say I don’t fit into the decrepit/old/senile/fat/smelly (perm any two of those) husbands bracket so given that these guys are landing real beauties then it augurs well for me :)

    I shouldn’t want to be flying in with one though as that, by definition, would mean I’ve flown out - can I just have one flown in - possibly a selection that I could like at behind the barriers before making a selection :)
    Optimistically yours
    Rod

  12. History Hunter said,

    October 23, 2010 @ 5:57 pm

    Problem is that if you look from afar, firstly itll be like a police ID parade, pointing at one thru a one way mirror, but then again you might pick out TingTong Macadangdang!!! “Ah Mitter Wodney, I love you long time!” Turn and run, my son, turn and run and dont look back!

  13. Rod said,

    October 23, 2010 @ 6:24 pm

    HH,
    the whole idea seems bedevilled with pitfalls and problems - I’m starting ot go off the idea :)
    Wives seem to be a troublesome issue :)
    Best
    Rod

  14. History Hunter said,

    October 23, 2010 @ 10:41 pm

    Sorry to build your hopes up then dash them with the next comment…..but that’s life!

    To quote Monty Python…….”Stop that, that’s silly!”

  15. Rod said,

    October 24, 2010 @ 8:21 am

    HH,
    apologies gratefully received though it’ll do little to stop me crying myself to sleep at night over the thought of being unmarried :twisted:
    Best
    Rod

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