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My, Shauny, would M. Ship approve of a love tunnel?

Personally, I've always found that entering tunnels is a pretty neat idea. From a very simple standpoint, the tunnel exists to transport humans, inanimate objects and small animals (sometimes known to scream) through some physical obstruction that is either a burden to climb (i.e., a mountain) or a burden to swim (i.e., a broad Channel). In some sense, you could call the tunnel a subterranean thoroughway for the lazy man.

It remains to be seen, however, whether tomorrow's grandparents' will replace the current septuagenarian mantra, "I had to walk uphill. Both ways," with the phrase, "I had to (fly/boat/swim) to France from England. You crazy kids are spoiled with that Chunnel. Get out of my sight!"

And then there's the obvious sexual suggestion, best employed by Mr. Hitchcock during the final shot of "North by Northwest."

In fact, since it is impossible to drive and masturbate while you are going through a tunnel, particularly when you are in the company of children, the holding your breath game finds a nice compromise for this association.

Man, that channeltunnel home page needs a little padding on the left side of the main frame! I bet they paid that agency a million billion dollard to do it too.

What disturbs me is that you've neglected to mention to your readers that you HAVE got the collection gene, like your mother and grandmother.

When I was visiting, I noticed a large collection of blow flies on your window sill.

and far too busy looking at that to notice my toy collection, darnit.

You should totally post a picture of those legs. I wouldn't say they're the highlight, exactly...well, not THE highlight.

I've been in that chunnel twice and it took everything in me not to start hyperventilating at the thought of all that water above me...same with the Sydney harbour one, but then everything's a bit daunting the more you think about it: planes, ships...how do they do it?

i have now found a new goal in life... to have a letter box made out of legs... hehehe.

The tunnel you won't get me in is the one in Melbourne under the Arts centre. I had a dream as a little kid that I was stuck in a tunnel under the Arts centre that was flooded. Of course there wasn't a tunnel under there then, but there is now... I think it would just be tempting fate for me to go through it.

Your mum clearly doesn't mean Chunnel, Miss Shauny, she means vagina.

hmm... so she wants me to stay out of my own tunnel, Monkey? not much chance of that.

I believe a more decent name is 'tiki cave' people?

tickle my tiki cave!

what a line.

Okay, I won't elaborate on what you call a 'stubby full of blow flies' in connection with the latest comments. No sir.

What happened to love cave? Wasn't that ye old Romanza name for it? Hee hee hee.

I can't believe I was in Canberra and didn't see this mailbox. My trip was wasted and incomplete. Now I have to come back!

[alarmed look]!

At first I thought Daniel-san wrote "chutneytunnel". Very different.

I meant other people's vaginas!

VAGINA!

Sometimes I wish I had a vagina. As in my own vagina, that is. A vagina that is itself a part of my own anatomy. I'd just love to know what it's like to have one (and even get jealous of people who already have their own). Hmmm, perhaps this is some kind of alternative manifestation of the male instinct for penetration? Or just a bit of sexual curiousity left over from my adolescence (which, come to think of it, hasn't really diminished since my adolescence, it's just moved on to more advanced topics than just what the general basics are).

But anyway, having got vaginas out of the way for this comment, erm... I can't remember what I was going to say about the Channel Tunnel (or 'Chunnel', as some like to call it). I think it was something about how it's not really foreign, it's only half-foreign, being half-British, half-French. But I'm British, so I'll of course take a Britocentric view of these things, arrogantly and ignorantly thinking that it's the rest of the world that's 'different', when really it's Britain that's the odd one out.

Erm, this comment hasn't really been terribly on-topic, has it? It's those bushfires and vaginas that have distracted me.

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