Some short, but pithy items…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s mongoose is the one filing his nails whilst sitting reading a copy of The Tatler in the National Gallery cafe.

Excuses for being late. No. 264.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I found an old child’s sled with the name Rosebud painted on it in my loft.

A single overheard remark:
‘He’s just waiting for the swelling to go down…’

An observation:
Two middle-aged chaps in the cafe: they were discussing British Labour Party politics in confident loud voices, the sort of voices that wouldn’t be out of place at a party conference or an open-air rally. Everyone in the place could clearly hear what they were saying, but the most interesting part was when they both suddenly dropped their voices to a whisper – I wonder what dirt they were dishing, and about whom… I felt like shouting across, ‘Hey, come on you chaps, speak up a bit!…’

‘What did you say you wanted – arse nips?’
‘No, parsnips… or carrots will do if they don’t have any…’
‘Ah, right ho…’

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Two young kids overheard talking, one leaning out of an upstairs window the other in the garden of the house next door:
‘She’s off to Albania tomorrow…’
‘Yes, Abaaay-nia… Albaaay-nia!…’

‘What about them?’
‘Have you noticed that they always come folded up?’
‘What do you mean “folded up”?… I don’t understand…’
‘Well on the TV news, dramas always unfold… So obviously they must originally have been folded…’
‘I suppose so… Another beer?’

An observation:
All the people in town today are walking along biting their lower lips and looking rather worried…



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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