Lola at the Coffee House

Lots of luck getting yer mitts on the Coffee House copy of that!

The real thing is definitely superior.

But, the stars in the night sky aren't always clearly visible, and you can control the intensity of these lights to suit your mood or purpose inside the car. As car ceiling lights go, these are nifty, and a definite improvement over a simple dome light in terms of design and interest.

The car also comes with built-in umbrellas, which is also rather neat. Click on this link to see a short video about the car.
http://www.metacafe.com/watch/cb-ESXMrrLMLXGH/2014_rolls_royce_wraith_what_you_get_for_295_000/

It's a great-looking car. But, even if I had won the recent $320 million Power Ball jackpot (as one lucky man in New Jersey did), I can't see paying that much for a car. On the other hand, I might lease it for a period of time.

Or a convertible.........but it may come in handy on a cold and/or rainy, snowy night. Cozy.

Me either. If I had won, I might buy a nice car. But Rolls are stuffy.

I have "connections" Ive been telling folks about the article for about 2 weeks .

I've only ridden in one Rolls. It was an oldie, given to a colleague back in my med days by a grateful patient of his. I had given him lists of things (equipment, chems, etc) to order for his new laboratory so he took me to lunch at the then big deal, Ma Maison: Wolfgang Puck was the star chef-owner, this being before Spago. It was the early seventies - and the car seemed quite old to me. I'd have guessed late 40's or maybe 30's. Fun, anyway. I forget what I ordered for lunch (yes, sometimes I remember food that far back).

Are you referring to Mark Bowden's Bin Laden article, or to a different one?

Why? The artificial lighting arrangements we have are a production of the science of the Christian world and the ingenuity and organisation of our intelligence. The other stuff is just dumb dirt either on fire or reflecting it or whatever it does.

To make out that the real thing is art is to concede the existence of God and we all know what an unholy mess He is said to have created.

Having a Roller purring up the curved driveway towards the main entrance is a damn sight better than a super-nova doing 650,000 mph. It's as safe to say that as it is to say that the stars in the night sky aren't always clearly visible.

The "Oceanic feeling" is much easier to get at with the former.

And the mere sight of a Roller is sufficient to start loosening a modern Elizabeth Bennet's drawstrings.

I eat baked beans, but none of the rest! I may be on a hellish ride to the grave, but I want to take as long as possible getting there!

I don't think I'd be interested in owning anything as ostentatious as a Rolls Royce. But if I had that sort of money I wouldn't give a moment's thought to how expensive the car I wanted was.

Seafood I DO eat. Go on - spoil it for me if you dare, fm! Wassau - can you replicate this dish for me? Please may I have a large portion, and a glass of elderflower cordial to follow? Oh, and a magazine to read while I wait - any suggestions?

Vanity Fair seems to be the suggestion of the day, vonny.

(btw, those mussels made my mouth water)

No, I don't concede that, perhaps because I do not regard the night sky as "art". Majestically beautiful, yes. Art, no.

Would the sight of that new Rolls Royce Wraith be sufficient to start loosening your own drawstrings?

Mark wrote a whole book about bin Ladens end. It was called "The Finish". No his new article is about a shooting in a motel that was missed by the cops and the ME and about the detective that sorted it all out .

RED TIDE can kill you in a weekend.

Heavy metals just add flavor to shellfish

Oh, the mussels look good, vonny. I'd love to sample them, but I'm still stuffed from the Cobb Salad I had before.

In fact, I don't think I'll be able to finish the lovely fresh strawberries Wassau brought for my dessert. Would you care for some?

Yummy - like Metallica perhaps?

Oh please, Firefly - they look scrumptious. I love strawberries! The salad looked good - might try it next time if farmerman hasn't killed me off with a dose of heavy metal in my mussels!!!

Ah, you mean, "The Body in Room 348." I haven't gotten to that article yet. Looking forward to it.

I think we should ask Wassau to get more than one Vanity Fair subscription for this place, so people won't have to wait so long before they can get their hands on a copy.

How very "there's plenty more where I came from" studied carelessless. And coming from a chap who gives evidence of poring over technical manuals looking for every hidden lergie that might be secreted away in the nutrient bed it is ridiculous. Even warning me of the dangers in my Booster spuds. And getting all schoolmarmie indignant about tobacco and booze to cover up a refusal to pay the taxes on them to help the poor and downtrodden get a leg up.

And it is not a hellish thrill filled ride either. That's just another of those hints that you have lived an exciting life of derring-do and danger. It's actually long periods of boredom, and you have to be seriously bored to play golf or set off to visit the "extraordinary work" that the Watts Chapel is, punctuated with occasional periods of feverish excitement.

I daresay that the Watts Chapel, which adjoins Bummoor Forrest, is declared "extraordinary" to avoid visiting it looking like twiddling the thumbs. ci. is visiting Portugal just now which is a measure of how bored he is at home.

It's quite amusing watching people segue seamlessly from one admirable thing to its very opposite admirable thing.

Maybe it is impolite to listen to what people say.