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I think that for me it has to be the long-tailed, cat-faced goat that is found on the lower slopes of the Italian Alps.

I particularly like them for their ability to read Morse Code, which means that the goatherds do not have to issue their goats with expensive mobile phones, and can simply wait until dusk, and then communicate with them by using an Aldis lamp.

...those communication skills are grossly over rated...trust me!

MORSE

Even so, they are much more amicable than the semaphore flag reading black-arsed, long eared goats that are found in the Western Himalayas.

Although I may be biased, following that evening at the pizzeria last June, which I refuse to talk about.

I knew a woman once who was interested in goat husbandry.

She wanted to marry a goat.

Goat breeding is quickly learned. You can pick it up on the hoof.

My favourite goat is the Mesopotamian Singing Goat. A herd is known, to the Mesopotamian goatherds, as a "choir". They are often taught to sing traditional Mesopotamian folk songs.

To hear their ullulations drifting across the Mesopotamian foothills is an otherworldly experience.

My dream is to hear them singing to the plangent chords of one of the ancient Lyres of Ur.

Also to hear them accompanied by the Mesopotamian Shepherd's Bagpipes.

But that's just a pipedream.

...C. Mouse: 4 cheese, thin crust...hold the anchovies?
How could I forget!

Oh Morse! How could you! It all comes flooding back. And as you know, the reason that I don't like to talk about it, is that it brings back all of those memories involving the discarded family size carton and the pizza cutter with the broken wheel.

Incidentally, I'm certainly not going to talk about the unpleasantness involving the goat's cheese topping.

I'm sure that you understand. particularly after that thing that you did with the two Albanian nuns and the packet of drinking straws.

....ahhh yes, the straws and that fine line of Romano spread out
On the glass table....what bouquet, what richness...could have done
Another line or two if you hadn't suggested the Nuns were a
Bad habit that could only end in a veil of tears...does the monastery
Still deliver for free?

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Quote: Morse

....ahhh yes, the straws and that fine line of Romano spread out
On the glass table....what bouquet, what richness...could have done
Another line or two if you hadn't suggested the Nuns were a
Bad habit that could only end in a veil of tears...does the monastery
Still deliver for free?

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I actually live around the bend from a Llama farm. Interesting creatures really, except for their uncanny ability to spit with amazing accuracy. Though, if reduced slowly in a saucepan with chardonnay and a hint of tarragon, makes for a wonderful Goat glaze.

Now, I'm off to speak in front of 400. My notes are still wet with Llama spit, though the Goat was delicious. Wish me luck.

PM

P.M.:

I have complete faith in you, you silver tongued devil...llama's are like
professional baseball players...they keep spitting to prove they aren't scared to death and suffer from 'dry mouth' when under stress...I'm sure you'll leave the audience gob-smacked...just don't stand around in the on deck circle
scratching you balls......

..as far as the culinary side, leg of llama prepared with a reduction of
Marsala and a few capers is hard to beat, and don't forget the parsnips...

The Osmould Welded Australian Hunch Back Goat has always had a special place in my heart. No Kidding.


Love as Always

Arm xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

....goat cheese scraped from their knickers is an acquired taste...

Worthom knows....he loves the stuff on Triscuits.....beats the snot out of Marmite on a Bagel....