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The perlitikal situashun.
This column never has been and never will be anything to do with politics. It’s about artists like you and me and what we do when life in general and relatives in particular, go a bit manky. However, the current … Continue reading
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Absolutely not in the Shakespearian sense, though at the time bundling was very popular. The courting couple, dressed in every garment they had, were put in bed together, sometimes with a plank of wood between them and then further bundled … Continue reading
Eight days in hospital is a long time to watch. There’s not a lot else you can do if you’re not up to reading but hooked up to bottles and drip stands. I had pipes up my nose and everywhere … Continue reading
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Inarticulacy, or as I like to think of it, inarticularcy, is its own thingummy jig. If you arse around with the words, which slip, fugitive from your whatsit, (holding with the hands and fingers, begins with rasp) the results are … Continue reading
Have you ever woken up, knowing what was wrong? Or right? I don’t mean in the normal excessively late middle age things of having a sense of which bits have dropped off in the night, assuming, that is, that you’ve … Continue reading
Learning and that
This is the second time I have written the introduction to this post, because I have lost it somewhere in the computer, which rather proves my point. I can see a draft of it, written in strange symbols but have … Continue reading
Dangerous days out for the elderly.
On Friday it was my birthday. I was old. Nevertheless it was decided that we would venture from the building, go somewhere else and return in celebration. A little bottle of something fizzy was put in the fridge in case … Continue reading
Today is two,It is Two dayTwo day two youIn any wayRead two or froA palindromeTwo two 0 goingAnd coming home. Two is the numberOn Toosday two,A day for meA day for youTwo do what weWould like two doChoose carefullyIt’s up … Continue reading
The new Head, opening his study,Said, ‘Welcome to you, Mr Toddy,Mrs Toddy put your bodyIn this chair. There is no need to appraise me,You really can’t surprise me,I already recognise whyYou both are here. I assume that Toddy JuniorIs why … Continue reading
Digging for rhymes.
Alexander PopeWent to buy some ropeThe shop was closed,“Would that I’d knowsedI’ll have to use string, I supposeOr else, give up all hope.” Pope Xander AWent to buy some hayThe empty barnWas huge and warmHe snored inside it until dawnAnd … Continue reading