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Donkey Week
FOUND by Sophie
in England
I found this while walking home- must have dropped out of the postman's hands or something. I was particularly excited to learn that a "Donkey Week" exists!
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i can barely read that find
I won't spoil the joy of researching the Donkey Sanctuary on your own, except to say that "its aim is to prevent the suffering of donkeys worldwide."
That is so cool! I love the English.
Tucker, click on the "magnify" icon above the FIND.
It fell out of the postman's hands? Does this mean it was never delivered? I hope Sophie scanned it for Found, and then sent it on to its rightful owner.
hehe.. lots of people beat me to being first. Typical. Oh well.
Someone did not get a letter from a dear friend that was going to pleasure him.
donkey day huh?
In may?
Sounds like a road trip to me!
Tucker, even magnified it's hard to read. This find does not interest me. Donkey week is kinda funny.
Haven't commented in a while so figured I'd put in my piece again. Donkey week sounds either really scary or really awesome.
theres gotta be some kind of booze involved with donkey week. or was it just one day? i just read something else about this donkey thing. crazy though. definatley crazy.
Here's Donkey Week:
http://www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk/site/1/Do
Does it say 'we know Betsy and the Donkey Sanctuary well'? Is Betsy a resident donkey?
Donkeys are serious business. Our local kiddies' donkey-ride donkeys were all donkey-knapped one night and loaded on to a trailer. I wonder if they ended up in pies.
I think it says beer and the donkey sanctuary. Anything with beer and donkeys sounds fun to me.
Beer is in east devon. Where them darnkeys is.
Ok, so I know that everybody says that retirement is so stressful, but I'd really like to enjoy the horrible stressful retired life. Then I'd get to know beer and go hang out at donkey week. I retired once in 11th grade for a month and a half. Best month and a half in my life. Not much money, but a lot of goofing off.
Ok, so I know that everybody says that retirement is so stressful, but I'd really like to enjoy the horrible stressful retired life. Then I'd get to know beer and go hang out at donkey week. I retired once in 11th grade for a month and a half. Best month and a half in my life. Not much money, but a lot of goofing off.
Stupid computer. Apologies to all about the double posting... how is that POSSIBLE?? Damn.
I'm almost afraid to comment, knowing now that the kids reading this really are KIDS. Far be it for me to scar anyone for life. What!!?!
Jonathan, do I need to bring my own picnic hamper when I visit you next May? (Donkey pies?) ~~~shudder~~~
More amusing than the Donkey Week comment, I thought, was that the postcard was a "Salmon Commemoration" card. Or something like that.
This lady really has a thing for awkward animals.
"They can groom, cuddle or just sit and watch the donkeys," from the Donkey Sanctuary web site.
Honey, lets just cancel that trip to Disney with the kids and go Donkey cuddling instead.
My first thought was the Tijuana type donkey show. Pervert retirees.
This is the best coffee in the world.
It's kind of weird to tell people "i'm at donkey", or "meet me at donkey", or "i love the smell of donkey". yeah....
donkey coffee shop in athens? i used to live in athens, ohio! i don't remember a donkey coffee...
Herve, I don't see in anything in that post card that implies the sender was going to "pleasure" the receivee. Be careful how you word things.
Anyone up for a roadtrip? We're going for Donkey Week, you buy the gas, I'll buy the beer... Do you think Pabst Blue Ribbon or Busch beer goes best with cuddling donkeys?
What is a "New Forest"? I thought those things take a long to develop. At least mine did.
Thanks for the laugh, Kate in Ohio! Donkey cuddling indeed!
I've attended Mule Day in Columbia, Tennessee, which was a lot of fun but rather on the smelly side.
P.S. When given a Spam protection question with a numeric answer does anyone else ponder whether to write the number in prose or digits or is that just my special problem?
Somebody is taking advantage of Ann and Colin! They must be house,dog,and babysitting all the time. The minute I retire is the minute I have time for a holiday.Even before.
My favorite part was that they're dog, horse and babysitting with AVENGENCE.
I wonder what they're avenging. Old people are so weird.
I drink beer with asses all the time. I never thought to brag about it to other people.
Hey Freon, I've been to Mule Day in Columbia TN also!!
Yep, 1 small town + 1000(at least) Mules, Donkeys and Horses = A whole lotta animal poop in a small area!
I love to hear about retirees who are still so busy and involved! Hope I will be like that in my later years!
He in the pines, that is so funny!
Does Donkey Week have anything to do with the circus-scary amusement park island where the bad boys were lured, in Disney's Pinocchio? Playing pool and acting tough made them all turn into donkeys. Pretty soon they were heehawing and snorting and sprouting tails and ears. Then the donkeys were used as slaves. Pinocchio was lucky to get out just in the nick of time. Lizardbits is lucky he got out of 11th grade retirement before it happened to him.
Donkey cuddling. Mule day. I want to go there and do that. Thanks for the ideas, Kate and Freon! I'm already planning my next vacation. Now I can go to work happy.
donkey week and beer? and a new forest? sounds like a little piece of heaven to me.
captcha question, written in prose, works just as well, as long as you spell it right.
Clover, your comment about Lizzardbits made me laugh, I was trying to picture a lizard turning into a donkey! (To this day I can't watch Pinocchio because of the donkey scene! It's super creepy. No donkeys for me thank you.)
I do hope the intended recipient got to see this postcard. It's one of those things in life that makes you smile and really makes your day.
Apart from the beer and donkey business (unusual), I'd like to focus on the retirement bit. I'm sure retirement makes you just want to turn in your house-slippers, passport, and free time for some good old fashioned 40-hour work week just to scrape by. Yeah, DOWN ON RETIREMENT! Jerks.
My first thought was a verse from Summertime blues, as performed by my favorite "local" band (from a locality I no longer enjoy, boo hoo)
Well, I Loaded up my truck and
I drove it down to Mexico.
To get wasted on tequila
and go and see a donkey show.
(that's right. Donkey show.)
Well, I'm sittin at the bar
when a boy says "hey meester..
take you to thee bathroom,
show you peecture of my seester!"
sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do,
cuz there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
http://www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk/site/1/Donkey_
i love donkeys
(waiting for someone to chime in and say that they know a couple named Ann and Colin and that this looks alot like Ann's handwriting but it can't be them because Anna and Colin live in Newark and can't have the kinky fun a "donkey week" would entail without people being all "uncool about it")
I'm not findind this find or the comments very interesting, except for Katd's donkey cuddling. I suggest we redirect (if you want). Go to
www.foundmagazine.com/find/185. This one is much more interesting, plus it need more comments.
Wow, that sucks, sorry about all the typos. I was not paying attention.
Turbo, too funny. I drink with a bunch of ass too. Take bong hits with a couple as well.
I like to think at Christmastime the Donkey Sanctuary has a nativity pageant and all the roles are played by donkeys: the three wise donkeys, the shepherds watching their donkeys by night donkeys, Mary and Joseph donkeys, the baby Jesus donkey (baby donkeys are so cute!), and of course donkey donkeys who were there anyway. It reminds me of the Little Drummer Girl.
I wonder what was on the other side?
Turbo - So funny! I too drink with asses!
I seriously wonder about a place where a "donkey sanctuary" is necessary.
just saw found magazine at the store down the street from my work. who knew? also i bought pluots. i thought you should know.
I am surprised that the arguments started so late in the postings!
That was a strange Find. Plastic, I was wondering the same thing - just what were these debauched old folks avenging with the dog and babysitting? I can only imagine the domestic disturbance calls.
Herve, that was totally uncalled for.
Plastic, what's a pluot?
Turbo I always look forward to your posts. Thanks,eh!
I'm so glad that I wasn't the only one who found that strange. They're avenging babies? Or are they punishing babies because of some crazy baby who attacked them under cover of night?
A pluot is like a plum and a peach, and it's delicious. I bought one but the guy gave me an extra one. Probably knowing if he gets me hooked I'll come back tomorrow for more. Maybe he put cocaine in them. Actually no I'd be more awake if that was the case.
I'm surprised that an F bomb got through. Cool.
where are the clever comments? without a little action, this board gets awfully boring. i'm doing my part contributing to the boredom with this one. nothing like an internet fight to keep the day interesting... errr, oh wait.
also, i know i am off topic, and i don't care. i'm bored and i'll talk about pretty much whatever it is i feel like talking about. keep your laws off my body, you know?
This reminds me of a biology class a few years ago when we were guessing what careers everyone would end up with (not actually part of the lesson, you understand) and decided that one of my friends would end up starting a donkey sanctury in Devon. It seems someone beat her to it...
I knew this was written by a European before I looked at where it was found. All my European relatives/acquiantances have the identical handwriting. They all write their numbers the same, too. Another habit they have is putting a period at the end of anything they write- my aunt's grocery list would read: milk. bread. eggs. and so on. haha
Some friends of mine went to see something along the lines of a "donkey show" while casually touring Mexico. They didn't stay for long, on account of the fact that they felt awfully dirty, but they did manage to stay long enough to snap some quality photos. Needless to say...
I'm scarred for life.
This such an interesting find, made ever more interesting by the fact that it possibly never made it's way to the intended recipient Can you imagine Anne and Collin randomly bringing up and going on about "donkey week", "the new forest" and "babysitting with a vengeance," all the while assuming that the person they're chatting with had received their postcard? Hehee
Ann, the author of this postcard is a liar. She's never been to the donkey sanctuary and is actually bored stupid in retirement. she hates doing typing for people, but it's the only thing that'll pass the time, cuz her kids won't let her babysit their kids anymore since her husband Colin ran off with some floozy from that agency two weeks ago and she started drinking. she only went to the front gate at the new forest (as well as a few other nearby parks) to buy postcards in order to maintain some shoddy approximation of friendship with her former co workers. I give her two weeks before complete depression sets in, she has to move to a rest home and then she starts getting into trouble at social events.
Correction****
This is such an interesting find, made even more interesting by the fact that it possibly never made its way to the intended recipient. Can you imagine Anne and Collin randomly bringing up and going on about "donkey week", "the new forest" and "babysitting with a vengeance," all the while assuming that the person they're chatting with had received their postcard? Hehee
Sorry for that... I'm a grammar Nazi.
"Over 12,000 donkeys rescued in the UK and Ireland"
Rescued from what? the sex trade? slave labor? i mean, they're donkeys!
I especially like the donkey-cam http://www.thedonkeysanctuary.org.uk/site/1/Donkey_
Now you too can watch donkeys 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
The Donkey Santuary is a beautful gothic cathedral where donkeys of all religions can go to worship. Sometimes, they have a Sunday pot-luck or an ice-cream social.
Yeah, that's just what I want to do - watch donkeys all day. Good heavens!
jackasses.
Alright. I'm done. See all you lovely people tomorrow.
Perhaps we can pick some better fights, eh? Cause its not interesting without bickering. 'Night.
Devon is at bottom left of England. The New Forest is in Hampshire, uh, bottom centre and up a bit, a few hundred miles away. The other side of the postcard probably looked like this:
http://www.fromoldbooks.org/JeansHampshire/pag
-- only in colour. It's very beautiful.
Ooh, Unworthy, just the place for our picnic! Lots of underbrush, if you get what I mean. You bring the donkey sandwiches, I'll bring the champagne and a rug.
Jonathan, it's a rare and desperate man who can make Unworthy blush. The glade looks like a spectacular place for a pinic, but I'll have to ask my hero, Ancient Vivi in Nashmare to chaperone, as I get your meaning loud and clear. Incidently, it's against Ancient Vivi's religion to eat donkey, so perhaps I'll pack Vienna sausages and a jello salad. How does that sound to you?
I know beer, too, but I am intimately acquainted with tequila.
Jan,
Down south we say 'To Kill Ya'.
Unw., would that be wiener sausage dog sausages? And maybe Kool-Aid pie for afters.
'Rare and desperate', huh? Yeah, that's me. Clever of you to guess.
Wow johnathan that was crazy researching since this post card was even beyond my googling skills.
Heard these are rather collectable and could go for quite a bit. i wonder if they'll ever auction founds... I'd bid.
Jon, Good idea! The Kool-aid pie will travel across The Pond much better than jello. However, I'm afraid I will become vegetarian after all...
(Is that a pickle in your pocket?)
Let us all frolic down to the new forest glade in the donkey sanctuary where we shall all sup on tea and crumpets. Doesn't that seem perfectly delightful, children?
I just want to tell all you grammer nazi's that you are sick people. I found out today that your illness is contagious. I drove by a truck today that said "Brother's, Inc.". I was practically yelling "brother's what!!!" What belongs to the brothers?
Is there a treatment program?
god.
Um. Unworthy.. just so you know.. vienna sausages are probably part donkey, so you might want to pack a little somthing extra. Also, just to let you know, Glombie is spying on you guys.
Whoo hoo! Donkey Cam! DARN! It's dark in both locations so I guess it's night time in England! Why didn't I thunk of that?
Yeah, I thought I could sense someone looking over my shoulder...
I'm fairly confident Ancient Vivi is packing something quite extra special.
LMAO
dammit, as soon as I posted that I wanted to take it back. I'm gonna blame it on a screaming baby. I meant grammar nazis. A not E, no apostrophe. Ack! I did it too.
Oh, yes, Jonathan! Let’s go on a picnic deep in the nude forest. It would be lovely. Unworthy and I will bring a light basket filled with sandwiches, fresh fruit, glasses, napkins, hydrocodone, blankets, insect repellent, sunscreen, ciprofloxacin, a water purifier, a first aid kit, a change of underwear, our pajamas and tableware, and you can carry that beautiful 4-by-6 meter Tibetan rug I like so much and six bottles of icy champagne! The three of us will have such a good time! After lunch we’ll read aloud random passages from "Irene Iddesleigh" while we finish the bubbly, and then we can all urp in the underbrush and take a nap. And then it will be the next day! Sigh. It's so perfect.
Can anyone make sense of the first sentence in the second paragraph? There's a key word that looks like it might be either "tubing" or "thong." Perhaps Jonathan can shed some light on this.
You see? That's why Ancient Vivi is my hero. He thinks of EVERYTHING!
xoxoxox
Hey, if I bring a couple of spliffs can I come?
Desperate Cynic,
I think that word is 'typing'. "I will do some typing for you, with pleasure."
Ann must be a huntin' pecker, like me. And Katie. But I heard that Katie passed the class. (I got suspended.)
Absofuckinglutely, with the best of intensions!
Jonathan, I'm a she! Unworthy, do you have to pull these tricks every time we're both interested in the same handsome young Englishman? Remember last time? What a mess.
I know. But he's so rare and desperate... I couldn't resist. (You might want to add some all purpose cleaner and an extra large bottle of antiseptic to your list!)
Do you suspect him of not bathing? Well, no matter, we can clean him up after he passes out and before we take pictures.
Unworthy: "typing with pleasure" makes less sense than "tubing" or "thong." On the other hand, I can't remember the last time you were wrong.
Thanks for the redirection, Norma Jean!
Ancient Vivi, that donkey nativity pageant is the weirdest idea I ever heard. Can you draw it? Animate it? It would be sure to have a cult following, I'm certain!
"donkey donkeys who were there anyway"
Oh, Ancient Vivi, that's so funny!
Thank you, sweet Clover. Donkeys have the most beautiful soft eyes, they're patient and kind, and they tolerate difficult conditions. They can go many miles in the desert without water, although that isn't such a problem in southern England. And with 500 of them, you'd want to do something special at Christmas that involved costumes and a good story line. Visiting children could sit in the straw around the manger and pretend to be sheep. I think if the narrator had a good voice, it would be well received.
Oh, yes, I think you're onto something, A.V. This can be an audio-visual product with a cult following for sure! The good-voiced narrator is a definite must.
Have you ever noticed that you have the same initials as Audio-Visual? (Oh I think 12 1/2 hours of work today has mushed my brain.)
My daughter actually DID pretend to be a sheep in a church Christmas pageant when she was 3. All the preschoolers wore paper ears with cotton balls glued on them. In the middle of a silent pregnant pause, a single "b-a-a-a" broke the silence. It was she, my little lamb.
Gosh, its all been going on while I was asleep!
2nd para = 'I will do some TYPING for you with pleasure'. Well, it will make a change from their baby-, dog- and house-sitting (with a vengeance) for all those irresponsible people who are off on a picnic in the forest.
And there will be thistles for Eeyore. And whatever it is that Wombles eat.
Can’t tell you how flattered I am by all the attention. ‘Young’ is the best bit!
Now I’m imagining a wiener dog nativity, with a little baby Dachshund with a shawl and a bonnet...
I think this site is doing my head in, finally.
The ongoing banter would be much easier to read if maybe, at some point, it was funny.
I guess they were inside jokes. Sorry, Dogs in Space.
LMAO
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Hey, Ancient ViVi, I knew nothing of Irene Iddesleigh in my ignorance, so have just Googled the lady. Imagine my gasps of surprise and disbelief when I came upon the following:
"Because I have dastardly and doggedly been made a tool of treason in the hands of the traitoress and unworthy! I was enticed to believe that an angel was always hovering around my footsteps, when moodily engaged in resolving to acquaint you of my great love, and undying desire to place you upon the highest pinnacle possible of praise and purity within my power to bestow!... Was I falsely informed of your ways and worth? Was I duped to ascend the ladder of liberty, the hill of harmony, the tree of triumph, and the rock of regard, and when wildly manifesting my act of ascension, was I to be informed of treading still in the valley of defeat?”
I see the error of my ways and shall henceforth avoid the insidious blandishments of the Traitoress (alias ViVi) and Unworthy. Hah! I knew you two were up to something.
*sigh* *puts champagne back in the fridge*
Sorry, Dogs in Space, I haven't had so much fun in ages (yes, sad, I know). If you think these comments are witless and unfunny you should try the ones on http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/ . Goodnight all.
PS – I think SALT and Pepper are in the picnic basket with the hard boiled eggs.
Jonathan,
Good job Old Chap! You deserve a prize for your brilliant googling and quoting skills. I had to read that a few times to understand, and I'm still not sure what we're up to, but your comments are priceless!
Do you have a MySpace account?
Desperate Cynic, I am frequently wrong, I just stay quiet when I'm unsure. Typing does make sense though if you think about it. It can be quite pleasurable to be a huntin' pecker.
I want to thank you and Jon-Jon for backing me up earlier. I'm glad I wasn't the only one having fun. 8-)
(And honestly, how much fun would any of us expect dogs in space to be? I mean, c'mon...)
Thanks, Unw.! No, but I have a blog. Maybe I have dropped enough hints (where I live, what sort of work I do, where I go on summer evenings...) for Google to find me? Who knows ;-)
Jon,
I've been looking and looking and I must be too dense.
(Ancient Vivi's gonna have a fit when she finds out I've been trying google you....)
Ha! There you are.
Some clues...
Recemtly deceased large tenor...
Animals with big ears and a trunk...
(This is so romantic!!)
Do you write a blog for Trunks to Trunks, Hyde Park, London? I don't see your name there. But I see song hints?
Trunks MEET Trunks, sorry.
Oh boy, a game with our own Hugh Grant! Here goes:
1.) Are you a bassoonist?
XO,
A-V
I win! I win! I win! I've FOUND Jonathan and I'm not telling ANYBODY how to locate his blog. Especially Unworthy. I'd love to take pictures of you, Jonathan, for your website. I'll need driving directions from Portland, Oregon.
Dang. Busted.
Oh, now I feel bad. I'll share if you'll do the driving.
Jonathan, she wants to take NUDE pics of you!
I can't drive on the wrong side, Vivi. Don't you have some kinda Nashmare crystal ball or sumthin' to take us there?
(You gonna share the naughty bits?) 8-p
Of course! We love Jonathan and his very, very large bassoon! We're off to England!
Yer got me!
Wait a minute! I don't see any baboons on Trunks Meet Trunks. I'm lost. Wah!!!
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070915/ap_on_fe_st/odd
Thank you for joining out party, Gett! Baboons, elephants, donkeys and asses are all welcome! My goodness, who'd have thought a donkey could get stuck in a well! Only in Minnesota, I suppose. Would you care for some Kool-aid pie?
Turns out that my joke about ‘donkey pies’ was not so funny after all. The Daily Star (English gutter-press tabloid rag) ran a story claiming that the stolen donkeys had been eaten by Somali asylum seekers. (Sequel to their story that asylum seekers were stealing and eating the royal swans from the Thames.) This was hotly refuted by the Somali community, who said that as Muslims they were forbidden from eating donkeys. Meanwhile there have been sightings of Albanian illegal immigrants giving seaside donkey rides on Kent beaches... The plot thickens.
If you recall, the latter was also presciently touched upon in the 1997 movie, “Wag the Donkey,” starring Dustin Hoffman and Robert DeNiro.
And PETA is looking into Bjork's outfit at the 2000 Academy Awards to see if the dress was made of an actual swan.
I do so love the English! I've just found a delightful story from the BBC titled, "Donkey Sausages Raise a Stink." When the Deputy Chief Executive of Donkey Rescue is asked, "What's the difference between donkey meat and beef?" he replies, "We have a very strong pet culture. Donkeys are seen as pets. People will not tolerate it." Hahahahahahahaha!
There will always be an England!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/2061229.stm
Hmmm? "Donkey week". Can that be so? I can understand 'Donkey Day' or even 'donkey weekend', but a whole week of donkey. I wonder what they do all week.
Hi Tanya!
Donkey kebabs... sausages... ragout... Boston Beans 'n' donk... chopped donkey tartare... donkey steaks... corned donkey hash... fillet of donkey... donkey thighs en croute... rillettes d'ane... ravioli d'asino... pate de foie de donkey gras... donkey sandwiches (from Sandwich, Kent)... Eeyore burgers (for the kiddies)... Ultimate Ass Pie...
<<having a fit of uncontrollable laughter>>
Thank you, Jonathan! Hahahahahahahahaha!
Johnathan!! Hahahahaha!!!