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April 20, 2010


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Sorry for any confusion but I was as bored as I expect everyone else was by the prospect of more bloody sonnets, so…(draws thumb across throat in meaningful manner).

But, alas, inspiration has struck so I’m off to sit in the sun and scribble. Your patience will be rewarded by a mess of turgid, over-wrought, sun and alcohol-fueled prose. Who could ask for less?

16 Comments
  1. MeltonMowbray permalink
    April 20, 2010 11:41 AM

    Fucking hell. I did ten lines over breakfast. Is it off now?

  2. freep permalink
    April 20, 2010 2:01 PM

    Yeah, and I had a line too. It went
    Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight,

    But I wanted it to rhyme ABBA with vampire, samphire and bite…

    Poets, y’know, we’re too fragile …
    To cope with that Blogmeister agile

  3. HenryLloydMoon permalink
    April 20, 2010 3:29 PM

    “There goes my heart they’re gone forever, so
    Far apart but only the lonely know
    Why I cry only the lonely dum-dum
    Dum-dumdy-doo-wah ooh-yay-yay-yay-yeah”

  4. April 20, 2010 4:47 PM

    I’ve clearly missed something, is this some kind of Showadawaddy challenge?

  5. hic8ubique permalink
    April 20, 2010 5:28 PM

    ~Intermezzo~
    That photo reminds me of another that always strikes me as oddly funny:
    http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/South_America/Brazil/South/Rio_Grande_do_Sul/Canela/photo301966.htm

  6. April 20, 2010 5:55 PM

    Hang on to that sonnet
    If you don’t put your full weight upon it
    You will find
    It slips
    Out of view
    Behind you
    Or in Harold’s case
    Below you.

  7. freep permalink
    April 20, 2010 6:26 PM

    Yes, Poll, Mine host set us a task of writing a sonnet that either didn’t contain a vowel, or was set to music from work songs uttered in a Bolivian manganese mine. Then decided we were too smart for that kind of thing. I think he’s gone to find something a little more difficult for us.

  8. MeltonMowbray permalink
    April 20, 2010 6:40 PM

    That train is pretty spectacular. Have you seen this?

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Headington_Shark

  9. April 20, 2010 9:04 PM

    Harold Lloyd
    Above “the void”
    Existential?
    Silent comical.
    Where Sartre thought
    Life had no gilding
    Harold clung precariously
    Off a building.

  10. hic8ubique permalink
    April 20, 2010 10:04 PM

    A pleasing response, MM; I don’t think of you being easily impressed. Wonderful the shark has been preserved.
    I’d attach a warning:
    ‘Danger! Unexploded Shark’

    Here’s another incongruous image…
    http://wbztv.com/local/Hood.Blimp.Manchester.2.581836.html

    No wonder you would ban dogs from your beaches. The usual story:
    not the dogs’ fault, people behaving badly.

  11. mishari permalink*
    April 20, 2010 10:11 PM

    The story doesn’t say,hic, but am I right in thinking that Hood was (and I guess, is) a dairy company? My memories of Boston are almost 30 years old now, so I could be wrong…

  12. MeltonMowbray permalink
    April 20, 2010 10:51 PM

    I knew someone who lived further up the road and saw the shark in Real Life soon after it appeared. He, or they, were violently anti-shark on house-price grounds. I had no opinion on that, but the fish was certainly a dramatic addition to the street scene. What really fascinated me, as a frequent browser of lofts and roof spaces in search of leaks, was the mechanics of making the thing watertight.

    Blimps-meh. There was a Lee Bradbury, born on the IoW, who played for Pompey a few years ago. I wonder if he and Leigh are by any chance related? When Lee made an ill-fated big money move to Man City he was known to City fans as Lee Badbuy.

    Looking forward to the booze prose.

  13. MeltonMowbray permalink
    April 20, 2010 10:56 PM

    Oh, it’s already here. Sorry. Drunk.

  14. hic8ubique permalink
    April 20, 2010 11:32 PM

    You were probably here for the heyday of bovine growth hormone, Mishari, but they are still at it. Happy memories of Boston?

    We needed you MM, after repairing all sorts of flashing and chimneys and eaves only to find rain still dripping in, sometimes running in, it turns out the skylights are probably defective. So we’ll get new skylights with the usual navvy boots uproar crushing about, and then find out it’s something else leaking. Listen to me moaning! It’s contagious.

  15. MeltonMowbray permalink
    April 21, 2010 12:46 AM

    I’ve just invested several hundred quid in a velux whose sole purpose is to enable me to get out on to the roof and clear the valley in the event of snow. Since it’s snowed twice in the last 20 years it seems a bit of an overreaction, but January’s events have made it inevitable. When the pathetic wimps in the fire brigade refused to get on my roof I knew I had to take action.

    Fire Commander: Sorry, sir, I can’t let my men go up there.
    Me: Why not?
    FC: I’ve made a risk assessment and it’s outside the allowable parameters.
    Me: It’s just a bit of snow.
    FC: There’s the possibility that one of my firemen might slip and injure himself.
    Me: Oh, for fuck’s…
    FC: Sorry?
    Me: So what do you do when there’s a fire?
    FC: What do you mean?
    Me: Do you make a risk assessment and say, oooh, it’s a bit hot, Dave might scorch his wellies, better not go in there-
    FC: I don’t think there’s any further point to this conversation, sir. Goodbye.
    Me: Fuck off then.
    FC: You what?
    Me: Nothing.

    I hope I don’t have a fire in the near future.

  16. hic8ubique permalink
    April 21, 2010 1:16 AM

    ooh, Velux, yes those are the ones letting all weathers into our
    behindthescenes.
    If you get condensation in between the double glazing, be sure they give you new ones…

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