Some short but pithy items…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s sound is that of three coat hangers rattling in an empty wardrobe.
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Excuses for being late. No. 288.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I had a visit from a succubus in the night.

A single overheard remark:
‘Yes, but my mum is shorter than yours!…’

Waiting at the supermarket checkout I noticed some racks of leaflets along the side of the moving belt. One was advertising insurance and was entitled Over 50s Plan, another one next to it was for Breakdown Cover. Not really paying too much attention, and being in a none too cheerful mood, I assumed that it was some special soundproof dome that you could crawl under when life gets too much for you. But no, it was for more insurance, for people who drive cars…

Have you noticed in films made in the swinging 1960s there is inevitably a ‘party scene’, with one of those spherical chairs hanging from the ceiling, loud intrusive wallpaper and curtains, a couple of beatniks in black, girls looking snooty and dancing on tables waggling their elbows, clouds of cannabis smoke, and plenty of brightly dressed long-haired youths? The music is always wrong though – it is invariably cool jazz, which the guests valiantly struggle to dance to. Let’s see if I can find a clip on YouTube: Ah, here’s one from Devils of Darkness (1964), unfortunately it has no dangling chair.

Last night I dreamt I was cleaning the bathroom – what a waste of the good dream!…

Hm, I see that it will be the Heat Death of the Universe next Tuesday… Oh, sorry my mistake, it’s not until Wednesday – still, you do get the extra day… (HD of U)

Have you noticed how rock and pop stars lose it completely when they get old, but blues people seem to get better and better, and even in old age they are pretty cool? (Blues)

An observation:
Two tiny old ladies walking through the Dulltown Interchange telling each other funny stories in what sounds like Chinese, they are laughing uproariously at them, tears in their eyes…

‘Hello?… No… Yes… No… Can you call back later? – I’m doin’ me blog…’

A single overheard remark:
‘It’s great! You can actually see the mud coming up…’

 

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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2 Responses to Some short but pithy items…

  1. You got me.
    Unexpected early morning wonder and giggles
    Sweetness

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