Q At what point might the patient first have questioned his own sanity ?
A The patient, X, was seen cooking some expensive pork sausages on a Friday evening.
He was then observed searching his fridge for HP Sauce.
Finding none, he was heard speaking in a re-assuring tone, although no one else was present, uttering the words,
"I suppose a little Branston Pickle never did any one any harm !"
of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
passing battersea power station on the way to work ... a thought occurred ...
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
the price of fish
waiting in the line at john's mobile fish stall in the village of horsted keynes last friday morning
sez little old well-heeled lady, a poor imitation of the queen's lady-in-waiting ... "i'll have blah blah blah, please ... er, um, is it expensive ?"
sez wheezy old cockney john, voice deeper than the northern line, a sweet man who should have retired fifteen years ago ... "all my fish is expensive madam, because i only buy the best !"
and he does !
Monday, March 26, 2007
sparrers carnt sing
a couple of weeks ago we were driving around the north terminal at gatwick and we were late for check-in
avis had forgotten to say that their north terminal car rental base no longer exists
trying not to panic after three fruitless circuits, we were back in a lengthening queue at a manic roundabout
from the corner of my eye & through the open window, i saw, on the verge, in a tiny triangle of verdure, a little brown bird that crouched and glared at me, almost close enough to touch, whilst pure & penetrating music gushed from his throat
not a sparrow, but a skylark !
what better omen for the start of a memorable holiday ?
avis had forgotten to say that their north terminal car rental base no longer exists
trying not to panic after three fruitless circuits, we were back in a lengthening queue at a manic roundabout
from the corner of my eye & through the open window, i saw, on the verge, in a tiny triangle of verdure, a little brown bird that crouched and glared at me, almost close enough to touch, whilst pure & penetrating music gushed from his throat
not a sparrow, but a skylark !
what better omen for the start of a memorable holiday ?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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