A few titchy items…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s expletive, from the days of ancient Rome, and was apparently used regularly by the writers Martialis and Catullus, is ‘cunnus!…’ (Sorry folks, but it had to be said…)

Excuses for being late. No. 225.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I was involved in an unexpected interlude…

A single overheard remark:
‘…and they whipped it off through the ‘ole…’

Pun share! Punch air! Pun share! Punch air!…

‘What’s that sound coming from your kitchen Dave?’
‘Eh?… Oh, I must have left the radio on – it sounds like BBC Radio 3 – it’s just someone splashing and swimming up and down the keyboard of a piano…’
‘Sounds like Brahms to me…’
‘Yes… awful isn’t it?’
‘Yes it is… Can we turn it off please?…’

He pursed his lips and then walletted his money…

There can’t be many words in the English language that have a double ‘k’ in the middle of them… I suppose that’s why the word ‘knickknacks’ looks so odd… Doesn’t it have a hyphen? Hm, I think knick-knack does… but knickknacks doesn’t…

The other day I came across a picture, somewhere online, of a girl walking along in a hooded jacket, the jacket was designed so that when the hood droops forward over the eyes there are two sunglasses-style lenses sewn into the fabric so you can still see where you are going. How very clever! I think it might have been Japanese – that’s just the sort of thing they’d come up with… Very cool the Japanese!…

A single overheard remark:
‘You were slavering though Barry…’

An observation:
His arms were on fire with blue-grey tattoos…

Oh look, another item of spam in my comments box – this one from somebody called… er actually the name is in some very pretty Eastern script, possibly Thai…
‘Wow, this post is nice, my sister is analyzing such things, thus I am going to convey her.’
Well, thank you ‘unknown person’, I shall bear in mind what you have said…

An observation:
Everyone in town today has raised eyebrows – perhaps something surprising has happened. No, that can’t be right, this is Dulltown, after all…




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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