Talking to the wind
…’cos we all know there is more than one of these fellows. Obviously caught in the off-season about to enjoy a little R&R perhaps, via the good graces of Amtrak as he’d just arrived at Washington DC’s Union Station. Bodyguard in tow – probably an elf – face obscured for security reasons, and dressed in […]
Tuesday, 11 April 2017 – 9:38am Today feels like a Sunday. Some distant memory of how Sundays used to be when I was a kid: quiet. I like quiet. There is something very comforting about quiet, or at least where ambient sounds are kept to a minimum. As a child, quiet meant that I wasn’t […]
Tuesday, 4 April 2017 – 10:31am The cherry trees outside my window look very pretty with the sun shining through their delicate pink blossoms; everything from pale pink to deep rose. The long webbed shadows of their branches stretch along the street – branch tips gently draped over the base of each successive tree. Pink […]
The irony has not escaped me that star of many a Hammer House Horror film Peter Cushing was resurrected in near true-to-life CGI form for the new Star Wars film, Rogue One. If you were not one of the people queueing up on the day of the film’s release, then you’re probably not that big […]
What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Put him in a barrel and set him on fire. What shall we do with a drunken sailor, When he’s mutineering? Heave ho up she rises, No more booze or cheap surprises; Heave ho lift him higher, Up the mast as warning! O what shall we do with […]
It’s a long way to walk to reach the edge of the world, It might take a while to get there, But with good cheer and lots of beer, The movement of legs becomes smoother. One foot here, another foot there, Marching along with strident humour. A song here, a story there, A tale unfolds […]
My name is a gift Not an arbitrary adjunct to A supposition made by Foreign tongues. Tongues that speak with lyricism and cool; Tongues that fork, and drool Venomous charm. If my name is a gift, Then we are indeed equal, Me and them, For in German a gift Is just as bad. Look it […]
Mary had a little lamb Whose fleece was white as snow, And wherever little Mary went, Her lamb was sure to go. But then her little sheep was shot And taken for its wool, Now Mary is alone again, And feeling like a fool. Away to town she would next day, To buy a brand […]
Bigots for breakfast Spread thinly on toast, Washed down with a Strong cup of Joe. Dictator soup for lunch With a side of Caesar salad, Followed by a communist regime Of potato and cabbage. Coque au v[a]n for dinner Enjoyed with an over-opinionated But full-bodied Chianti. Finished with a prejudiced Helping of just-deserts, And a […]
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