One or two short, but pithy items…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s novel pencil sharpener is the one shaped like the crisp smell of fallen leaves in Autumn.

Excuses for being late. No. 301.
I’m sorry I’m late, but my hadrons were failing to collide.

A single overheard remark:
‘So, where abouts are you in?…’

The world is so full of meanness, violence, cruelty and stupidity – but also has great art, science, thinking, and goodness… Perhaps it’s a bit like the Italian Renaissance in the early 16th c. with Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, and Michelangelo, busy working away whilst the streets were filled with brigands, squalor, excrement and misery?

Preconceptions – how quickly they can change.
The other day I spotted a typical ‘little old lady’ walking through town, she was dressed in a modest ‘old lady’ style and had a nicely tinted neat perm – but then, I noticed that she was carrying a guitar case…
Oh… I suddenly pictured her twanging away, maybe to a Lou Reed song, Perhaps I’m Waiting for my Man? But then again, she was probably on her way to the weekly rehearsal of her Christian singing group… Still, it is good to play an instrument. I do approve…

Yes, I’m thinking of changing my name to Morgan Stanley.

Schools used to encourage kids the be polite, but that’s all gone, now they encourage them to be ‘confident’ instead…

‘Oh him, he’s awful!’
‘Oh why?’
‘He’s such a…’
‘A bore?’
‘A boor?’
‘How about a boar?’
‘Yes, that’s what he is…’ (B)

As I was cutting through the railway station last week there was a group of about half a dozen men walking through pushing expensive looking shiny bicycles. They were wearing posh cycling outfits in bright colours interspersed with shiny black. They all looked very sporty, but I noticed that most of them had bulging pot bellies. Most odd…

A single overheard remark:
‘What? A pumulator? Are you sure?…’


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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