Some smallish items…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s weather will feature sparkling white frost on broken beer bottles, and snowy reindeer hoofprints on the roofs.

Excuses for being late. No. 234.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I had to shake off a couple of FBI agents.

Last night, Christmas Eve, the TV viewing was really bad, so I was constantly flicking between channels trying to find something at least slightly stimulating to watch; I even saw a bit of the 2012 James Bond film ‘Skyfall’. It wasn’t very gripping, but I became preoccupied trying to think who Daniel Craig reminded me of – oh, yes, of course he looks a bit like popular 1950s British comedy film star Norman Wisdom. That took the edge of the pomposity of the film! I watched it for a few minutes, but had to quickly change channels when ‘The Dench’ appeared… (N.W.) (The Dench)’

A single overheard remark:
‘He’s roaring in colours, isn’t he?…’

Hello, another item of spam in my comments box. This one is from someone called phytolacca:
‘As an outcome, I missed out on some opportunities because of improper scheduling.
Insufficient organization and skills that I didn’t possess.
Phytolacca berry tablets price You must know how to prepare your soil before planting your grapevines.
Coal fired plants use different types of machinery that converts heat energy created by combustion into mechanical energy.
Alternatively you could get natural aloe-vera from the shelf and employ that on the skin…’
Well thank you for your comment phytolacca, I will certainly bear in mind what you have said…

‘What are those awful high-pitched yelping noises coming from your kitchen?’
‘Oh, I must have left the radio tuned to BBC Radio 3 – it’s just some woman singing a bit of Shubert…’
‘Ah, right… Shubert…’

A single overheard remark:
‘He was part labrador and part commodore…’

An observation:
‘Oh, that’s nicely ironic…’
‘Oh? What is?…’
‘Over there, that young limping bloke with the hand-rolled cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and the can of cheap supermarket lager in his hand; see the glazed look in his eyes…’
‘Where’s the irony?’
‘It’s that bright new blue, gold, and red Superman t-shirt he’s wearing…’
‘Oh, yes…’

Overheard on the radio:
‘It’s about the size of a small opera…’


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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