A few short, but pithy items…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s giant centipede is the cute cuddly one.

Excuses for being late: No. 275.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I was delayed at my Esperanto lesson.

A single overheard remark.
‘She was really blagged that we were friends…’

An observation:
On Monday town was full of girls with really blonde hair and really black eyebrows.

Last night I watched that really classy and intelligent (and un-Hollywood) British science fiction film from 1967, Quatermass and the Pit, written by Nigel Kneale.
There was a nice and prophetic moment with Professor Quatermass talking to Dr Roney down in the scary Hobb’s End tube station excavations:
‘Roney, if we found that our earth was doomed, say by climatic change, what would we do about it?’
‘Nothing!… Just go on squabbling as usual!…’
Not bad for 1967…

The trouble with funding for the arts is that you start doing art that the nice middle class ‘arty’ bureaucrats will like. Me, I fund myself, and always have; it’s great, I only do small scale things, but I can do as I like, and I don’t have to suck up to those smug buggers…

It’s funny how our chums the Americans tend to choose longer versions of words and phrases that we do here in the UK – for example: ‘elevator’ for ‘lift’, ‘Where are you located?’ instead of ‘Where are you?’ and a favourite of mine, ‘burglarized instead of ‘burgled’…

Oh, hello… What’s this in my comments box? It seems to be a piece of spam from someone called Z6KjFycz:
‘6128883Fairly uncommon. Is likely to appreciate it for individuals who consist of community forums or anything, internet website theme . a tones way for the client to communicate. Outstanding job 599337’
Well, thank you Z6KjFycz, I will certainly bear in mind what you have said, and I do hope to hear from again soon.

A serendipitous momentary observation:
Two attractive well-dressed young women of roughly the same age, both wearing tight-fitting trousers and big boots were walking with a similar gait down the pavement in the city centre. They were not together, but one about twenty feet in front of the other; they simultaneously raised their right hands and fiddled with the hair above their right ears, and then simultaneously dropped their arms down again, as if it was all carefully choreographed… It looked very strange, and then the moment was gone…

An observation:
All the people in town yesterday had Kevin Spacey mouths. I hadn’t noticed that it was Kevin Spacey Mouth Day here in Dulltown… (KS)

A single overheard remark:
‘He definitely told me French knickers…’



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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