Just a few shortish items…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s dictionary words are: viameter, opulus, exeat, patible, fastigiate, boggle, and tosher. Please have these words looked up and placed in suitable sentences ready for Professor Mouldie first thing after breakfast tomorrow morning. Should the professor turn up wearing the ancient double crown of Upper and Lower Egypt, everyone should remain absolutely silent for a few seconds, and then produce a deep humming sound to herald his entrance.

Excuses for being late. No. 419.
I’m sorry I’m late, but my curling tongs exploded.

A single overheard remark:
‘Give it a little squeeze, and I’m all yours…’

Uncle Dave’s really bad advice for young artists – Don’t be pushy – wait until somebody eventually notices you…

‘And then I noticed that it had begun to unravel…’
‘Oh dear, so what did you do?’
‘I quickly ravelled it again.’
‘Ravelled it?’
‘Yes, of course…’
‘Right ho…’

An observation:
Oh, look at that girl waiting at the bus stop, she’s the spitting image of Maria out of Fritz Lang’s 1927 film Metropolis! Perhaps she’s Brigitte Helm‘s great granddaughter?… (Metropolis)

Hm, you know, I couldn’t decide whether he was contrite, or just trite…

And so, what about spam then?
Well, here’s a nice pink fleshy piece, just flopped into my comments box – it seems to be from someone with the unlikely name of Michaelad:
What i do not realize is if truth be told how you’re not really a lot more smartly preferred thazn you might be right now.
You are veery intelligent. You al r eady know ths considerably on the subject of this topic, produfed me personally imagine it from
numerous various angles. Its lke women and
men are not fascinated except its one thing tto accomplish with lady Gaga!
Your personal stiffs outstanding. At alll times care for it up.
Well, Michaelad, it is lovely to hear from you this morning, and I absorb your praise with great glee! I do thrive on encouragement, and your piece has lifted my spirits congenially. I’m not sure what you mean about my personal stiffs though. But do write again soon!

Yes, I’m thinking of changing my name to Ellie Vator-Musik.

A single overheard remark:
‘That’s disgusting! Under my roof too!…’


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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