Some smallish items…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s featured fruit is the smug flawless peach.

Excuses for being late. No. 236.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I was held up at matins.

A single overheard remark:
‘Is it best cheese, or what?…’

Oh, look a new item of spam in my comments box. This one is from someone called ‘Popular Diet Pill’s:
‘Hi there mates, pleasant post and nice urging commented at this place, I am in fact enjoying by these…’
Well, thank you ‘Popular Diet Pills’, I will certainly give some thought to what you have said.

An observation:
Lots of people in Dulltown centre today are standing still, with pursed lips, staring into the far distance, as if they are pondering on something they’d suddenly realised…

An observation:
Three young shaven-headed chaps walking through the town centre eating chips and gravy from plastic trays with plastic forks: Rather than lifting the food to their mouths, they were bobbing their heads down close to their trays to scoop the food up. Disappointingly the bobbing was not synchronised – that would have looked great!… I suppose it was best for at least one of them to have his head up for a moment to keep a lookout so that they didn’t walk into a wall or something.

If I ever become successful and rich, I think I’ll buy a Rolls Royce or a Bentley, or a Ferrari, and have all the bodywork stripped down to bare metal and let it go rusty – just to upset all those silly people who worship cars…

A single overheard remark:
‘There’s not much bottom to have John…’

As they were two separate loud yowling children on the bus I put my headphones on to try to take the edge off their squeals with music from my MP3 player. Just starting was Bo Diddley doing ‘You can’t judge a book…’ I love the way he manages to rhyme the word ‘cane’ (‘You can’t judge sugar by looking at the cane’…) with the word ‘man’ (‘Can’t judge a woman by looking at her man’). With his Texas accent it works beautifully… Good old Bo!… (Bo Diddley)

An observation:
A couple of people loudly shouting to each other across the width of the cafe:
‘Have a nice Christmas?…’
‘Oh yes, just quiet you know…’



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...
This entry was posted in brain, conversation, dreaming, Dulltown, existentialism, Hull.UK., humour, information, music, observations, people, seeing, serendipity, style, surrealism and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s