Local colour…

But first…
Today’s Existential angst is centred around the sound of the word ‘marzipan’.
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DSCN3723Here a photograph from last November – I suppose you could call it ‘local colour’ – the typical features of a place or period that contribute to its particular character – welcome to Dulltown dear reader…

‘Come on Shane, try to walk in a straight line!…’
‘Eh?…’
‘Look it’s wobbling all over the place, lift your end up a bit.’
‘How’s that?’
‘That’s better – this’ll go great in front of the TV – we can roll spliffs on it and put our cans on it and…’
‘Didn’t those people want it then?’
‘Well, they left it the garden didn’t they? Look out you dozy bastard!… Oh shit!…’
‘Sorry Joe, it just slipped and…’
‘Great!… You dick-head! You’ve busted the sodding leg off it!…’
‘What shall we do with it now?’
‘Oh, just leave the bastard thing here…’

 

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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