Overheard and misheard snatches of cafe conversation…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s featured galaxy is the Small Magellanic Cloud.
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‘Wainy-cot whey.’
‘Captured a pair of them.’
‘Wow, a floor in a corridor!’
‘A full head of hair?’
‘Come on, do it!’
‘So, I just put up with it now.’
‘A certain likeness…’
‘A breeze ridiculous.’
‘Get him soft pies.’
‘Docket.’
‘A nun sucking.’
‘Preep, preep, the trees that smell.’
‘My knees are slackening now.’
‘I’d go a wood bee…’
‘Hulge and follow, that’s all!’
‘A Worcester deluge?’
‘I love you…’
‘Ferrous nightmare?’
‘A night-form.’
‘Chicken rich!’
‘Chamsta, chamsta…’
‘Near far, near far.’
‘Lemon eleven.’
‘When the book was on time he did.’
‘Hey, your hands are warm!’
‘What was that chortle?’
‘A bag of war.’
‘A forever towel.’
‘clappy listening.’
‘Herman goodness.’

 

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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