A few short, but pithy items…

But first…
Dulltown UK/Europe: Today’s confused film stars are: Staron Shone and Craniel Daig.
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Excuses for being late. No. 415.
I’m sorry I’m late, but I had to deal with a golden eagle on my bird feeder.

A single overheard remark:
‘Bob, Jesus called my name… Jesus called my name!…’

There was a lot of babble on the bus today; it was school leaving time; I couldn’t tell if it was boisterous girls or girlsterous boys…

‘Oh, now that she’s hanging around in Parisian cafes and bars with those Impressionist painters, she’s become so vague, forgetful, unreliable – she is so very…’
‘Absinthe minded?’
‘That’s right!…’

During the recent spell of very hot and humid weather in the UK, the TV weather forecasters and journalists have been reporting all-time record high temperatures for the country. They do it with such glee and enthusiasm in their voices! They think it’s wonderful. Everyone loves nice hot weather, don’t they? Isn’t it great?…
Er, excuse me… No, it isn’t. I don’t know what you are so happy about, these are the early indicators of the bloody climate disaster waiting round the corner – which we are doing bugger all about…

An observation:
A hot day. A tall scruffy-looking tanned man with no shirt on is striding confidently through the Dulltown Interchange. He had what looked like a dark green tea towel over his head and hanging down at each side over his ears. He looked like an ancient Egyptian pharaoh – if I were him, I’d find a piece of old cardboard and fashion a nice ankh to carry around with me… (Ankh)

I fancy a link to some lively and unusually enthusiastic music. How about this? (Click)

Yes, dear reader, I think it might be spam time again…
Oh, look! Here’s a nice piece in my comments box jumping up and just begging to be set free! It seems to be from someone with the unlikely name of Emeraldi:
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Yes, I’m definitely going to change my name to Patty O’Chairs.

A single overheard remark:
‘She was drunk as a caravan!…’

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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