Tag Archives: bicycles

Just a few short, but pithy, items…

Posted on November 9, 2022 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s dictionary words are: espagnolette, primitiae, subucula, gite, cucullate, gazoon, and troparion. Please have these words looked up and placed in suitable sentences, ready for Professor Mouldie first thing after breakfast tomorrow morning. Should the professor … Continue reading →

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Another strange photograph?…

Posted on December 10, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first…Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is another from Flann O’Brien’s 1930s novel, The Third Policeman:The night seemed to have reached its middle point of intensity and the darkness was now much darker than before. My brain was brimming with half-formed … Continue reading →

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Some overheard and misheard snatches of café conversation…

Posted on November 14, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is another from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel, The Third Policeman: I seemed to cut an unerring course between two sharp shafts of wind which whistled coldly past each ear, fanning my short … Continue reading →

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Just a thing, on a wall…

Posted on November 5, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s (unusually long) quotation is yet another from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel, The Third Policeman: How can I convey the perfection of my comfort on the bicycle, the completeness of my union with her, … Continue reading →

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Mail Art Postcard. No. 4770…

Posted on October 17, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first…Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is another from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel, The Third Policeman:I knew that liked this bicycle more than I had ever liked any other bicycle, better even than I had liked some people with … Continue reading →

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One over the bogies at the ends…

Posted on October 10, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is yet another from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel, The Third Policeman: The bicycle itself seemed to have some peculiar quality of shape or personality which gave it distinction and importance far beyond … Continue reading →

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Classical singing on the radio, misheard snatches…

Posted on July 30, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is yet another from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel, The Third Policeman: ‘A smell is the most complicated phenomenon in the world,’ he said, ‘and it can not be unravelled by the human … Continue reading →

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A most attractive gift item…

Posted on May 14, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first…Dulltown, UK. Today’s quotation is from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel The Third Policeman:‘Did you ever see a bicycle-shaped coffin?’‘No.’‘It is a very intricate piece of wood-working, you would want to be a first class carpenter to make … Continue reading →

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Moist bills and muddy throats…

Posted on April 22, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel The Third Policeman: ‘When a man lets things go so far that he is half or more than half a bicycle, you will not see so … Continue reading →

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So, what is it that those TV ads are trying to tell us?…

Posted on April 11, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is from Flann O’Brien’s very strange 1930s novel The Third Policeman: ‘Gilhaney did not look like a bicycle,’ I said. ‘He had no back wheel on him and I did not think he had … Continue reading →

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Yet more of those Crush names…

Posted on January 9, 2021 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, UK: Today’s quotation is from Flann O’Brien’s 1930s novel The Third Policeman: ‘Never in my puff did I hear of any man stealing anything but a bicycle when he was in his sane senses.’ said the Sergeant, … Continue reading →

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A bike and a map…

Posted on September 18, 2014 by Dave Whatt

But first… Dulltown, Europe: Today’s weather is composed of oblong bricks of grey cotton wool with yellow/white lightning flashes as mortar holding them together. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I try to post regularly on this blog; it’s a daily regime I have adopted … Continue reading →

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