Some small, but pithy items…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s old wrinkled black and white snapshot is the one of me chatting about corgis with Her Majesty back in 1963 .
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Excuses for being late. No. 242.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I needed to take a reading on my azimuth.

‘What do you think of my new slippers?’
‘There are, very slippery…’

Last night I watched a documentary about Edward Snowden and that the NSA and GCHQ are spying on us; later I watched some footage of some barbarians smashing up sculptures in a museum… Ah, happy days…

A single overheard remark:
‘Just slap an engine on the bastard…’

An observation:
I’m sure I saw bluesman and songster Huddie Ledbetter pushing a trolley full of shopping in Tesco’s supermarket yesterday. No, it couldn’t be… could it? I’m sure he was humming Goodnight Irene though… (Huddie)

If I happen to give a little cough to clear my throat whilst in the company of others, people always think that I ‘mean something by it’, and they say, ‘Well?… What is it?… What’s the matter?…’

A single overheard remark:
‘Oh, and I was so embarrist…’

I think I might change my name to Carmen Relaxed..

An observation:
On the upper deck of a moving bus: A rather fat, but well dressed business woman comes crashing up the stairs having a loud phone conversation with some underling called Nick, she repeatedly uses his name. She stands wobbling in the aisle removing few layers of clothing using one hand and then plonks herself down on a double seat and continues ranting at poor Nick for a further ten minutes. She then puts her phone away and takes out a small jar of white cream from her impressively large handbag and starts slapping it on her pouting face in front of a small mirror.
It was gripping entertainment, but I did feel sorry for Nick…

I heard on a science programme on the radio that the vagus nerve in poor people responds when they are shown pictures of people suffering, but there is no similar response in rich people when the images are shown to them.
I think this explains a lot about the behaviour of our politicians…

A single overheard remark:
‘Millions could lose money Tim!…’

 

 

 

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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