Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
As it's gone lunchtime and I'm feeling sleepy, I'm not quite following this, but do I detect the equating of soup with axis of evil? I guess it must be coriander soup, then, a truly dreadful and perilous concoction.
Coriander is vomit diguised as food. Nothing is as awful as fresh coriander.
@2090: brilliant answer
but I was thinking of Yasi
okay okay that's technically a name and not a word
my celeriac-pumpkin-pea soup is delicious
@2091 Actually I was thinking of hot alphabet soup and blowing on it to cool it.
If Dez made it for us I would be certain that it would have extra coriander in it (and a touch of sage)
She would get her accomplice to put it in so that she wouldn't have to handle it.
I think I'll store the prize in a box of coriander to keep her away from it. You know, like garlic does to vampires! :)
The prize has come running and screaming to me at the thought of suffocating in a box full of coriander. What a horrible fate that would have been! I have promised him a coriander-free household where he can live in safety (and enjoy a touch of sage).
Letting the prize ride in a sagecoach is not going to win him over any more than alphabeta soup from the NeanderPoles.
Sunny California and hiding in tall grass playing like he's a big game animal is the kind of thing he likes.
alas for California's weed
a strong wind has blown the Prize to Grunn
it's sleeping peacefully with a hotwaterbottle
János Grünn died in 1932 at the age of 68 in Hungary. He cannot have the prize. The strong wind was blowing hot air.
Too right! And sailing through the sky in a hot air balloon, the prize comes to me.
Aerial ping pong is an Australian game, so I'm very sorry, but I have the rights to that flying prize.
I wouldn't be surprised if I received it by UPS next day air.
@2101 I'm sorry, but the prize is now within UK airspace and can not be repatriated.
@2102 UPS - Unscheduled Prize Service? No, he's staying with me, thanks. :)
reading is something we have all learned in elementary school now, haven't we?
Whoever that János Grünn may have been
Grunn is something entirely different, notice the absence of the Umlaut!!
Grunn has been a city since 1040 AD
and is still very much alive!
and I've hidden the Prize in the top of the Martinitoren (Saint Martins tower)
which is 97 meters high (318 feet or 106 yards)
en NO elevator
*smiles like the Chesire Cat*
Ok. I have him spotted. http://screencast.com/t/569fFmdvryhp
Don't worry my little prize. I'll get you down safely and bring you home.
Sorry, you only think that's the prize. He left a photo for you to remember him by. In fact, he is hiding out at Bum Bum Creek, and he told me to tell you he will come home with you - temporarily - if you can find the place and tell me where it is. It's not Bum Creek, by the way.
By the way, he hates heights, and he told me he will never go back to Grunn again.
double posts won't help you win ;)
Nor will those spines on your shell. Nice attempt at pointy sticks, but they just don't make the cut, I'm sorry.
@2104 I should point out that under UK rules, umlauts are forbidden on the grounds that they might fall off and cause additional, unwarranted punctuation. This might explain it's absence.
Yet nothing explains your absence little - er - wizzard.
I can explain - in attempting to dodge falling umlauts, Jim tripped over a sedilla and fell headlong into an ampersand (worse than quicksand!). He was only saved by a few well chosen apostrophes. The poor chap swallowed so much punctuation he had to have his colon examined.
That would explain his loud exclamation remark and that comma hanging from his...