What utter crap.

In three hundred years the plays and sonnets of Shakespeare will still be read and will still define and influence the condition of man.

The Adelaide tram ticket and it's message from an unknown, unnamed bureaucrat will have been long forgotten.

We still read Christ's Sermon on the Mount and Socrates. They are not read in most of our schools yet they still have a hugh influence on and define the direction and values of our Western Culture. No amount of crap emanating from Adelaide's transportation ticketing system is going to have an iota of influence on the direction of Western Culture. To actually study or put serious intent into such is absolutely futile.

A comparison is like a piddling pee's puddle ripple compared to a boxing day tsunami.

'Do unto others...'

'How you O Athenians, have been affected by my accusers...'

'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, thou art more lovely and more temperate...'

'Friends Romans Countrymen, Lend me your ears, for I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him...'

'Romeo, Romeo where for art thou...'

Go on, off the top of your head think of a line from Christ or Sheakespeare, and for those dedicated westerners from Plato...

Then, then... tell me what were the first two words of that homily on that ticket?

Got the point?

Utter crap.

Captain Oates: - quod erat demonstrandum ?

A 'piddling pee's puddle ripple' now thats' good.

I'm still giggling. Shakespeare would have been proud to have composed that.

Yep I do love it when I write someting deep and original. Will it last three hundred years... much as I like to think so...naaaaaaah it won't.

Ah Mercurius

Aio, quantitas magna frumentorum est

Here's a few for you Keith:

Good on ya Mum, Tip Top's the one.

Two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun.

D'oh.

I feel like chicken tonight, like chicken tonight.

We're happy little Vegemites as bright as bright can be.

They built it to keep the rabbits out.

Classic and memorable English informing our holy Western moral values.

Isn't it funny how people who don't get what others are on about think its funny? I think Shakespeare would actually agree measure for measure with Chris Moon and see right through Moon's critics - such was his ability to deconstruct things.

"Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
For every pelting, petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder.

Nothing but thunder, Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulfurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle. But man, proud man,
Dressed in little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As makes the angels weep: who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.

...

We cannot weigh our brother with ourself...", said Will.