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Someone in shul told me last week "Your hair's going a funny colour, Michael. It's going brown. It doesn't suit you." The amusing thing is that the person speaking was pushing seventy. Which does goes to show not all old folks are fuddy-duddies.

He was right, though: brown hair just looks wrong now...

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The other day I went to a barbecue at Moishe House. Due to difficulties getting the barbecue to light, we didn't start cooking until it was getting dark. The fact we were doing it in a garage extension (with carport-style plastic roof) with walls on all four sides didn't help.

One of the guests came out of the house, and, seeing this scene of glowing barbecues in a smoke-filled area, with shafts of moving light (from Daniel's headlamp, my bike light, and a torch) filling it, was moved to exclaim, "This is so Roadrunner."

Me, confused: Umm....

Guest: No, no, that's not what I mean. I meant... I meant Blade Runner!

Made my day, that did. :o)