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Red women’s undies.Large.Unworn.Quality buy.Don’t wait for your new knickers,wear mine
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Pens needed with fine nibs.Don’t be shy.Sell it now

Stan visits Mary

 

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Stan flew into Mary’s  lovely bedroom and examined his  stunningly beautiful,sleeping wife.She was still reading Ted  Hughes’ letters and had abandoned Wittgenstein. completely.She was  also reading Sylvia Plath- the poetry of negativity.Strange indeed he thought,for bedtime reading.But she always was a bit different.As usual she had a big box of tissues on her bed.
She had so far not got a new man in her life; he was grateful ,as ,even though he was dead, he liked to come to see her and if another man was in the bed he would feel it wrong to spy on them to see if anyone else could warm up this semi- frozen yet delightful lady and give her what she needed   before it was too late.She was already 89!

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Mary woke up all of a sudden and having leaped out of bed ,fell over and was sitting on the rug looking quite  puzzled.With some difficulty  she managed to get up  by turning onto her knees.She then went to the bathroom.
When she came back she tied a silk scarf round her eyes to keep the light out and lay back on her pillows.Stan would have liked to kiss her but was afraid she might get a shock.She didn’t read although one night she did sing psalms in bed before lying down with tears on her round cheeks as she remembered his last moments of human life.
She was still the most untidy person he had ever met and her room was full of pens,boxes of jewellery and scent not to mention  a mountain of clothes,books and garishly coloured shoes and handbags..and a few rather superior ones
He went to the kitchen where Emile was watching the dawn through the glass door.
Hi ,Dad,how’re you doing  up there now?
I am adapting slowly .said Stan.I wonder why you can see me but Mary can’t.
They both sat silently pondering this.
Well, nearly breakfast time,I’ll take another peek at Mary.
He went upstairs and Mary was laughing as she dictated her dreams into a laptop to make a video.
I dreamed Stan was here and he was pulling funny faces at me  which made me laugh so much it woke me up.Then it happened again.
Stan turned and flew gently away thinking Mary must be getting better.
As for him,don’t people know that even in Heaven people miss their partners or children?
Now that’s a research topic for this year.
And don’t say,all of us

Saturday breakfast menu

Forage in the cereals

Corncrakes with b*gger and skinned milk
Weetaflix and whole milk reunited
Porridge on rice with cheese laughter.

 

Hot food

Riled back bacon with legs and battered lead.
Sausages au naturelle  on flayed bread and uprooted mushrooms.
Kippers smoked on the premises.[Better than cigars.]
Scrumpled eggs with black piper on toast
Welsh rarebit and not so rare  bits extra.
Fully mixed grill with burned bits and  computer chips.

Hot drinks

Toffee cappuccino
Tea with bay leaves
Milk on ice
Scuttled water with lemon slice
Hot water
Bath water [lukewarm]
Pass water on request.Ask at the desk.

Could Wittgenstein well?

Do you think philosophy’s monotonous?

Prefer  an elephant to a  hippopotamus?
Do not feel sad
When joy can be had
From seeing which writes are dichotomous.

A plunesh bull in a kitch

Is your spelling far wurse than myne?
Are your thoughts far from sublyme?
Could Jacques Derrida spell?
Could Wittgenstein well?
Answering these questions will take up our tyme

A Wittgenstein Paradox (maverickphilosopher.typepad.com)

Wittgenstein and Kierkegaard Against Hegel (deandettloff.wordpress.com)

Stephen Mulhall introduces Wittgenstein (externalword.wordpress.com)

Wittgenstein and Science (robertlindsay.wordpress.com)

See the Homes and Studies of Wittgenstein, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche & Other Philosophers(openculture.com)

Suturing Up Pain: Power of Poetry to Heal (samueljfoxblog.wordpress.com)

Jacques Derridas’ “Paper or Me… You know”, Or Rather, Derridas follows the “paper trail” of paper…. (agsmith5060ttu.wordpress.com)

The Democracy of Objects: Derrida and Dinosaurs (theotherjournal.com)

Ontic Cafe – Philosophy in the Public Sphere (onticafe.wordpress.com)

Friday dinner

Starters

Cod’s  toes on toast
Zipper fillets with garlic lead
Eggs en daube

Mains

Roast grommets and  mixed dirigibles
Lamb in  green sauce with potatoes au Lord
Beef a la Bastille with prisoner’s  fingers in pastry
Lasagne with vegetarian
Macaroni tease with soft egg and shell roasted

Pudding

Baked roly  holy with lamp  oil
Stuffed meringues with hot batter
Rice in green cream  sauce
Spinsters dumplings with whale jelly
Special  ram’s sponge cake with my wife

I’m getting buried in the morning

I’m getting buried in the morning.
Ding,dong the bells are going to rhyme.
I am in no hurry
So do not make a flurry
And do not let me get there quite on time.
I’m get buried in the morning
I’m puzzled as I am  alive not  dead.
There must be an error,
But never mind the terror
I am thinking of those books I’ve never read
Put them in my coffin
And please stop that  raucous laughing…
I’d like to die right here in your soft bed.
I’m getting buried in the morning…
We had to book it ten years in advance.
We are running out of space
To take the human race..
But why don’t we make love again,just once?
If the exertion kills me
It will surely thrill me
And I’m sorry I am too rigid for a dance.
You may die as well..
There’s no way we can tell..
So why not take this very last cha…..

Well,what is your sin?

Pray,Father,give me your cursing
I beg your pardon!
That’s not cursing.
You must be confused,we give blessings here not cursing
Oh,dear.I must have got mixed up as it’s a long time since I came here.
It is only a Freudian slip.Have you done  something evil?
Well,not on a par with bombing the Middle East,I guess.
Well,what is your sin?
I don’t really know but something made me come here.
Have you seen any pornography on line?
I’m sorry,but I haven’t.Is it good?
No,it’s sinful
Well,Jesus liked sinners so maybe I’ll watch it.
A logical error.He didn’t want people to commit sins on purpose.He just  mixed with ordinary folk who ate themselves and others,are envious,malicious,cruel,thoughtless.
It sounds like a Soap Opera not the Bible.
I  take your point.Now then what brings you here?
I stole my husband’s beer money to buy a pen.
That seems quite nice really.Have you no money of your own?
I bought the paper with that.
Maybe you need a  paying job
I have the job and I stole the pay!
Won’t he be angry when he has no beer money?
I’ll tell him it must be in the vacuum cleaner.
Will he look?
I don’t possess one!
Does he know?
He thinks it’s in the cupboard.
Where is it?
I sold it to buy some paint.
You’re not Jewish,are you?
Not yet but I  am thinking about it.Why do you ask?
Well,they are used to buying and selling ,like in Marks and Spencer’s.
But if I convert you will not be able to hear my sins.
To be honest they are somewhat boring.Why can’t you commit adultery or kiss the postman?
Do you?
I’m not married.
You can still kiss the postman
In theory I suppose but they are in a hurry.
That’s a bit feeble.Do you absolve me?
OK and for your penance steal some canned beer for your husband and go to jail
I’ve never been so  insulted in my life
Well,why not come back next week and I’ll do it again.
Things seem to have changed.What’s your name?
I’m Father Blogger.
That’s a funny name.
Better than………

 

 

End it my way

Yours precipitately
Yours nosily
Yours nauseasly
Never thine
Yours, what did you say?
With all my hate
Wish it were too late
Decompensate me soon
Please send the money
I love you like I love a slug.
Be my snake forever
With total ambivalence
God loves you,bye
Bye and please don’t pester me again

Put more wine in the water….

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I used to have a great fear of tttttttttrembling
And prepacked fffffurniture aaaaassembling
But I read all your bbbooks
Which advised nnnnnnnnnnervous ffreaks
To leave no fffearsome tasks outstanding.

 

I had a dread fear of sssssshivering
And my nerves enjoyed too much qqqqquivering
But I bought your new pills
And paid all my bills
And now I enjoy my own dddddithering.

 

I used to fffear ssoap and water
Or giving birth to a qqqquivering daughter.
But your brilliant insights
Killed off all my frights.
But,for God’s sake,put more wine in the water.

Put the lid on it

Doctor,doctor,I;m worried about my coughin’.
What about your coffin?
Well,it’s keeping me awake at night.
Why,are you sleeping in it
I have only one place to sleep.
If you are tired you can sleep anywhere!
is that legal?
Of course it is.
Well,can I sleep in the Queen’s bed?
In theory,yes… but you might frighten the horses.
Why, do they sleep with her?She must have a big bed.
Don’t be so ridiculous…
Well,she has loads of money.. she, could have a bed made for her.
She has a bed maid for her
Do you mean someone makes her bed every day?
well,don’t you make yours every day?
No,I bought one in a bed store and it’s well built.
But do you change the sheets daily?
No,i never use paper I write letters on my chromebook.
Which letters?
Any letters at all,except French ones.
but they use our alphabet.
it’s not ours.
Whose is it?
Possibly the Romans.Tantrum ergo!
They are all long gone into their coffins.Uno,duo tres,quattore…,decem,duodecem,duagessin’..
I knew coughin’ was very dangerous
I think your grammar is bed.
What a posh excent you have
It’s all I have left of the old palace.
Well, never mind you can share my coffin if you like.
But is there a bed in it?
Just a bed bug as yet…
I blame the CIA.. who do you blame?
I blame God and he blames us so it’s pretty much a stalemate.
We need the Messiah…..
Not again,we’ve not got over the last one yet…
You make him sound like a hurdle…
Well,it’s one way of looking at it all.. a big hurdle.
It’s all this talkin’ keeps me awake at night…
At least it stops you coughin’

Doctor,doctor,the coughin’s keeping me up all night again
For goodness sake put the lid on it.

Dish of the night dictated

Main course

Lamb in flurried soap with vegetables
Beef frumplings in fear of red onions
Eggs died grey with tame rice in cheese sauce.
Eggs au Fevered Bible
Pasta with green grass and layman.
Pork crustaceans in onion gravy.
Pork pie and  Screaming Salad.
Stake and Fiddly Pies plus please pudding.
Snake  quiche with springing onions and radishes.
Plain lasagne with no vegetarian.Black pepper and mustard free.

Dessert

Unusual looking  red belly with  thin cream
Small heaps of diced fruit in  a bed of sweet  mice.
Yoghurt with French Dressing
Herbs and green news
Elastoplast sponge with demerara sugar and caramel source
Home made almond  biscuits and my wife.

 

 

Rules of this cafe

 

 

IMG_0464.JPGAll All our food is served on clean slaves
We use only Sheffield stolen knives or Rotherham if pushed
I was the tablecloths myself weekly.They are plastic coated
I use fairies to wash up.
Minimum wage paid to all and sundry
Eat as much as you like and play for it.Free piano now
All tea towels boiled at Xmas.Drained by New Year.
All food is fresh and so am I.. fresh out of money
Sausage  pie is made by turkeys.
Come live with me and be my glove.. oven glove needed now
Please be polite.We aim to tease.
Thanks for your customs

Sunday lunch

Starters

Avocado bear  in lemon juice
Small white rushed rooms in salad stressing with bread and nutter
Thin smoking  salmon.
Whiskey soaked raw leaves with Cheddar Cheese

Mains

Spite roast  with trimmings
Chicken parvenu and wild rice.
Mutton el Greco plus free peas and potato whisps.
Duck a l’auquatic on mashed flowers of the forest.
Vegetarian still looking for taker.Free slice of spam.
Malice and sweetheart pie with gravy train

Puddings

Jellied  chocolate eggs in lost  pain
Real egg bastards with burnt caramel
Bread and mutter pudding with creme meths.
Fresh fruit  of your choice:Apple, banana,tinned pineapple,tinned peaches or   ripe new gripes fresh from the market.
Cream and yoghurt with frozen   nuts melted in it.Wife mixed in.

 

Mary gets ready for her surgery

Stan was recovering slowly from his surgery though his legs were still weak.He sat in the window with Emile on his lap looking at the darkening autumnal sky sky.

I’ll be glad when I get those new microfibre cloths,he whispered to the kindly,handsome black cat.The windows are very dirty.I have slipped up in my duties
Well,don’t worry,miaowed Emile,I can see out which is the main thing.We can always ring 999 and get Dave to close the curtains or you must pull them at 7 pm.It’s getting dark earlier now.Emile is a real dictator now
Mary was upstairs unblocking the toilet,doing the finances and changing the sheets and various other chores she wished to finish off.
I’ll be glad when my operation is over,she thought gently.Stan will not relax till that is done,nor shall I either.I wonder how I will look with my nose carved up,she murmured.Will I have a big scar?Maybe I should take a few selfies to remember me as I am…On the other hand,maybe not a good ida.
Annie came in via the back door.. which was always unlocked in that ancient Northern manner.
Anyone here? she shouted merrily.
No,shouted Stan. humorously
Two of us are here.
Don’t show off,Stan,she said,I know you are a clever man.I’ve come to see if you need any help over the weekend. getting meals or killing mice and so on
I think we are more or less ready,he informed her quite petulantly.How about making us a nice hot cup of tea?
Alright,baby she murmured.I’ll do whatever you want…I mean it..Anything,
Stan said nothing but he wondered how far she would go to show her love for him…would she share a hot bath,for example.His thoughts ran on until he fell into a soft slumber on his leather recliner chair with matching footstool and head rest contrasting benignly with the white wool carpet

Anne crept in and put a cup of tea by his side.She looked down affectionately at his noble nose and wondered if he had any Jewish blood…. she was not the first to wonder by a long stalk…maybe the York community of mediaeval Jews had contributed to his Norse genetic pool
Mary came down and opened her wi hi Pad…she saw a long email from her brother.
Hi Mary,Jane is very upset indeed that you did not even
“Like ” her new avatar on CaseBook…everybody in the world will know now that you preferred her with her glasses on…I don’t know how she will ever get over it…She was crying all day and cursing all night,
Mary was very fond of her niece Jane but was unsure why not “liking” a photo was such a calamity..as the young folk are often out of their heads when they snap each other in nightclubs or other intriguingly dangerous places where Mary had not yet been
Her brother asked her not to let Jane know what he had told her..
That’s a pity,thought Mary.I could have said to delete my comment or to upload a new photograph.As Mary was very tired she could hardly think even elliptically.
I need to act now, she said to herself, because after the op I might not be able to wear my glasses so I shan’t be able to read.Suddenly Mary got a strange paralysing pain in her neck and jaw running down to her chest or bosom
She sat down and sucked a GNT tablet…….
Well,this is no good,she decided….I am going to have a heart attack with all the cleaning and sheets and towels to wash.
After a while she and Annie discussed it in the kitchen.
You know ,Mary,you should really have called an ambulance.Are you ok now?
Yes,said Mary,I think I did too much upstairs.Alas it was not the sort of thing she and Stan had done 30 years ago,
I wonder why your brother told you right now about Casebook.Has he no judgment or feelings?
It seems not, said Mary ruefully.I had no idea it was so evil to dislike a photograph..now Annie,my password is
ZebrasR567&$0477Ggpdd84666££££lionsteatime459.
My God,said Annie.How do you remember it?
That’s what I wonder too,Mary responded warmly…
Delete my account at that website.I don’t want to find I have caused a narcissistic wound to any other young family members.One is too much.
But,don’t they see that “Like” means nothing unless one can also “Dislike”………
They don’t think,called Stan…I want you to have a rest Mary.. you need as much as you can get.. put the “holday response” on the computer and come a sit by the fire with me.
Emile was writing notes of the conversation but could make neither head nor tail of it..
Were Stan and Mary who both were undergoing painful treatment and surgery so unimportant to these relatives?
They have no skills in evaluating events and their importance, he thought.If only Iris Murdoch were here instead of Dave our transsexual and amiable paramedic then we might have a philosophical discussion about feelings and values.Then again we could. have a nap instead,he told himself sharply
He was mulling over some Jungian ideas about character types and lack of Feeling until he saw some pigeons outside and began to feel rather hungry…so he dropped his pen and ran out of the back door

Cafe la la

All day menu

Oven chips au naturelle [rubber.]
Greased bacon  on fried lead
Sausages with scrambled leg.
Toast and mutter with marmaduke’s ram
Whitby Chinese Slippers [smoked]
Staithes’ herring  [ the last one]
Robin Hood’s Bay scallops. [ Korean]
Tea  and coffee with silk or thwack.
Fruit  juice or water free for £5 deposit

Modified Menu

Menu modified

Starters

Cat’s eyes in tin hats and cabbage
Cow’s heel in basket with fried eggs
Iron filings and buttered liver

Mains

Conger eels on home baked bread
Tiger’s eye in baked jacket  potato
Lion’s heart on King’s Head  with lettuce
Roast jam legs on mashed potato
Pianoforte   a la tarte

Afters

Moose in lemon ice.
Orange belly buttons with cream ice
Chocolate trash on sponge cake
Strawberry jowls in  craters

 

 

Breathing

 

 

Click to access CalmBreathing.pdf

Breathing is good for the brain
If dead, don’t try it again
In and out  slowly
Makes one feel holy
Breathing,do I need to explain?

Strange now how we need to be taught
To live and to breathe and to walk.
It’s like selling our rain
To bankers in Spain
Commodification seems wrong but  it’s thought

 

Commodification is the transformation of goods, services, ideas and not least people into commodities or objects of trade. A commodity at its most basic, according to Arjun Appadurai, is “any thing intended for exchange,” or any object of economic value.

 

Break your fast

Breakfast

Serials of the  year with fat milk
Fried weetabix with   condemned milk.
Frozen pancakes with lemons and cream
Chinese kippers
Dimpled eggs
Fried  pig slices  with axel grease.
Rolled bits of pig  in  tatters
Natural herrings in oats with chips ,fish,,bread and butter and tea.

Free Toast with butter and jam

Tea,coffee,water,whisky etc

French croissants au naturel avec beurre

NHS treatment ring 111  or if dead 999

Menu

Starters

Chicken’s tongue on crumpet
Jellied wheels.
Tomato and chess salad
Eggs  on sliced rubber genes
Halibut’s eyes on  white sliced bread plus buttons

 

Mains

Wild pigeon with black worried sauce
Roast dead hen with drum roll
Molluscs reviled with spasms of sliced red onion
Vegetarian rather  chilly,offers open.
Cow’s heels a la mock turtle with potato scrumplings
Hot dark brown wolf pudding with  flesh tripe

Puddings

Lemon mice
Errings with thick yellow cream
Chocolate black-mange
Oranges with bitter peel and cream  teeth
Apple and Bloomsbury Tarts with  ices.
Treacle hearts.
Steamed sponges with soap
Icy marmalade cake plus  my wife baked

 

Juxtaposing

 

Juxtaposing his three ex-wives  made the wealthy man laugh as he compared their appearances and  their expressive faces.However it did him no favours as he was now living with only a cat.And occasionally a rat.
This was well known to all except him.He believed he had another wife but it was merely a dress on a coat-hanger.Still,it saved another woman from his destructive “intimacy.”
By juxtaposing his wives, he was showing off.,as each was more beautiful than the last.
Better if they had not agreed to sit side by side on the stage.Even this beauty had nor kept him faithful because as they say,beauty is in the eye of the beholder.Or even in the I of the beholder?And this man had no I at all.
So if you are divorced never allow a man to show  you up like this.You are not part of a set of dolls.

PM reveals all

church-at-night
And this in the News for Today

The PM admitted that PPE is a  degree which does not cover statistics,ethics,value judgements,spelling, and kindness.
On the other hand it’s easier than Greats which has Latin,Greek and Philosophy  over a 4 yeat period.Now what’s what I call a real education.

Studying Art is also a good education because you learn about Perspective,Proportion and Ratios.And the Golden Mean.

A woman reveals all

I was looking for the Sole Gate,not a soul mate.
I want a new friend but they thought I said end
I wanted bread and butter,not to marry a nutter.
I asked for a cup of tea,not for where to pee.
I asked for some chips,not to be whipped.
I asked for directions not for an inspection.
I want  a new lover,not  men to hover
I want to be free,not to go out to sea.
I was looking at bras,not watching sports cars.
I am ironing my frock not  standing in the dock
I bought a new clock but they thought I said flock.

So now I am a shepherdess

Every great man

  • Behind every great man there’s a great woe
  • Behind  his eight balls?
  • Behind   the rhymes
  • Being led down the hardened path,
  • Bell, Book and Wrangle
  • The hell of the ball gave me schizophrenia.Still I can spell
  • Bills and  bristles ruined our marriage.So shave now and phone the bank
  • Below The Belt is the Belly
  • Below The Salt is the table
  • Belt and Braces… is he nervous?
  • He felt up then down.Then up.
  • To bend over backwards  is too much to expect of the older person
  • Blend Rover? He’s a St Bernard!
  • Best laid plans of lice aid wrens..News Flash
  • Best sing since device read,crooned the meter reader
  • Set it all?
  • Bait the yarn and catch a rat
  • Bet your bottom hollow
  • Better carve than chew
  • Better fate than  endeavour
  • Better Ralph than Terry

Our Phoneme is ok

Our new baby’s called Phoneme

Why?

We were on the phone when she was conceived

What sort of phone?

A gramophone.

It must have been big

It wasn’t that big but the record  was!

What was it?

The National Anthem

You mean you bought a record of God Save the Queen?

No,it was Jerusalem

That’s not even in the UK!

Well,you could have fooled me.

 

phoneme
ˈfəʊniːm/

noun

PHONETICS
noun: phoneme; plural noun: phonemes
  1. any of the perceptually distinct units of sound in a specified language that distinguish one word from another, for example p, b, d, and t in the English words pad, pat, bad, and bat.
Origin
late 19th century: from French phonème, from Greek phōnēma ‘sound, speech’, from phōnein ‘speak’.

Which is right?

A homophone is a phone which only talks to other phones of the same make.

A homophone is a phone for gays;it won’t work if you are miserable

A homophone is a word that sounds the same as  another  word.

A homophone is as mis-spelling of a home phone.

A homophone is a Greek word which intellectuals use to irritate the other folk on Britain

An Omo-phone is a phone that got washed in Omo,the world famed detergent and may be clean but not working any more.

An Omo foam is what you get in the bath when you put detergent in with you so you can wash your clothes and yourself.

I am a nun



1.You say I have £2,000,000  owing to me .Thank you but I have joined the Carmelites.

2 I am entitled to a new boiler free from the Government? I am dying so send it to  the Chancellor with my best.

3 I have been in a car accident and am entitled to £3,00,000,000? Please send it to
The Samaritans.You may need them.

4. My best friend is stranded in Barcelona? I have got another one,thanks.

5. You want to speak to my husband? Shoot yourself.Leave a note.

6.You like my voice and feel I must be very attractive? I am a computer,how are you and who?

7.You think I am very beautiful.So phones have eyes now?

8.You are my husband?Which one?

9.You ate my husband ?Good luck.He has thick skin.

10. You are lost in Los Angeles?So are we all

Letter endings

Illegibly yours
Typically sours
Ringing your pen tonight
Bureaucratically yours HM Tax
Partially yours
Whenever,yours maybe
Answer me ,write now
Please un-dig me.I am alive,your husband
United in hate
Ambiguously
Unmentionably yours
Devilishly concluding
Be my  witch forever
Keep going the other way
Don’t reply to me
As never
Fondlingly
Endearingly
Lovelessly
Sweetly yours
Why not give me a second dance?
Is it never over?

Sin,the wrong one

Leggings

He’s writing the definitive book on sin.
Do people want to hear any more about sin?
Any more? I’ve heard very little recently.And which people?
The Word has vanished!
You read the wrong newspaper.
Can a newspaper be wrong in itself,intrinsically wrong?
Can a newspsper be a Sin?
Well,there’s one called the Sun!
Why don’t they just call it The Big Sin and have done with it?
You should write to Rupert.
Who’s Rupert?
You know him,Murdoch!
Now Iris Murdoch,she was a right one.
Well,she certainly wrote a few!And bedded more than a few
A few too many,in my view.
Too many for whom?
My,you talk posh don’t you?
Should it be,you talk poshly?
Me!I’m as common as ,as ,as as,aas,..muck!
Do stop,you’ll fall down a crack in the pavement soon and then where will you be?
I’ll be in Australia with Rupert!
Suppose you came out in New Zealand?
Well,it would be a change. I’m tired of England.
You never mentioned it before.
I didn’t want to upset you.
Well,I’m not so keen myself.
You sound like a knife!
Do you mean,a wife?
No, a knife…with a blade.
Yes, it does look well made.
Shall we buy one?
But do we really need it?
Do we really need anything?
Get a move on,you’re not at college now you know.
Who’re you?
My name is Wisdom.
I’m so sorry.
Why are you sorry?

It’s hard to be called Wisdom when you are a complete idiot.
Well,better a complete idiot than a sharp tongued wasp!
Do you mind!
Not at all.Better an idiot than a mutton dressed as lamb.
Are you a vegetarian?
I do eat the odd vegetables.
And who eats the even ones?
They all go to the supermarket.
So that’s how it works.You are so clever.
Well,I’m an economist.
I believe in economy for all.
I prefer comics myself.
No,they are called graphic novels now.
A bit like those Rupert books we had as children.
I wish Rupert Murdoch was called something else.
I’m sure he will be in tomorrow’s papers.
I mean,it defiles the memory of Rupert the teddy bear.
I learned to read from those.
A pity.
Why?
If you couldn’t read,think of all the other things you could do.
Like writing?
If you coudn’t read ,it would seem to follow that you couldn’t write.
Yet there are people who can read but not write?
Yes,it’s all to do with Venn diagrams and symmetry.
Venn is a weird name.
Yes,pity he wasn’t called Diagram.
I thought he was called,Venn Diagram.
All I know is that diaphragms were a form of birth control.
I was puzzled by that because we all have diaphragms, yet some of us have no control of any kind.
If your diaphragm doesn’t move you can’t breathe so you can’t procreate.
No,you’d be dead!
A very strange form of birth control.
Maybe you just faint and you husband can have his way with you.
But would you want sex with someone unconscious?
It’s another case of a-symmetry.. a man can have relations with a faint woman but if the man faints that’s the end of it.
How about carrots?
What for?
Can they faint?
No,but they make a nice flan.
Fancy that!
I do fancy it actually.
What is it?
It’s a big carrot!
How superb.It seems a shame to eat it.
Well, would like to worship it?
Not today.
Well,it won’t last forever.
In that case I’ll stick with God:
I’ll stick with Thee
Fast falls the chill of night
Semd me an angel,I need something bright.
I have no fear,with Thee I’ll be alright.
Why not give in and have electric lights.
You are very odd.
Well,it makes a change…
Not with you,you’ve always been odd.
So,in a way I’m not odd.
You are right!
Odd. is’t it?
And yet even simultaneously.
It seems almost like quantum theory.
Those were the days.
From Schoenberg to Schrodinger: cats for all.
Enberg to Dinger.
You could call the cat Dinger.
What a good idea.
Mioaw.

Rhapsodic,lengthy,terse.

We’re told it helps to write thoughts down;
Express our grief  somehow;
And if our  feelings are intense,
These words  from deep springs flow.

A sonnet or terza rima
A ballad or free verse.
We have a choice of many forms
Rhapsodic,lengthy,terse.

A practised poet may be blessed
Or so the lay-folk feel
But gifts come with a price to pay:
Experience must be real.

She wrote down all  her grief and woe
By symbols dignified.
The poems received an awed review.
The poet it was who died.

 

Mary misses the train

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Photo by Mike Flemming

Annie went onto Mary’s patio at 10 am and  began  to water her many  tubs.The watering can was filled with rain water though the weather was now  a  little drier.Emile ran behind her admiring her  tight  black jeans from Calvin Klein and her red blouse from Bowlands of  Wrath.Suddenly the bedroom window opened and Mary leaned out.
Hi Annie,I have not gone away after all.I
Why not? asked her caring and dear  neighbour loutishly.
Well,I completely forgot because I was out last night meeting a man from Soul-mates and got home so late I slept right through the alarm.
A pity you didn’t bring him back,said Annie licking her lips.
I cant  bring any man here so soon,Mary   informed her.I rang the hotel and cancelled my booking.With the weather so  odd even Blackpool Illuminations would not cheer anyone up.I didn’t know which clothes to take either.
Isn’t it interesting that as we get better off we get problems like that,remarked Annie. When we were young we had so few clothes we had no trouble  packing.
Mary laughed.My first year after University I bought two cotton dresses  in Woolworth’s.I thought they were  ok but later discovered they were almost transparent.Anyway we wore them  and threw them away.But now few women wear dresses.Look at you in those jeans and you a pensioner!
Annie gazed up to Mary, revealing her  thick Revlon skin polish and L’Oreal cream  rich foundation in golden grey-beige.Her parted lips were coated in moisture rich coral lipstick by  Mussolini and Co. of Argentina and Vienna.
Mary was wearing a long nightgown made of pure nylon decorated with photos of cats of all breeds.Emile had given it her for her birthday.He had managed to type it into the google box on his laptop paying with Stan’s credit card from the Bank of Vichy and Nice,France.
I want some tea,Mary said.Soon she appeared in a  polyester house dress from Daxon of Paris and the Ruhr. lt was covered in   pictures of snakes.
Why,those snakes are rather horrible, Annie said.
I know snakes are in fashion but I shall avoid them.I saw some trousers in Marks but they might give a man the wrong impression.
That is sexist ,Mary told her shyly.They might give a lesbian the wrong impression too.
Oh,dear. Isn’t life hard now when we have to be so careful what we say.I wonder if it is because of social alienation and the rapid changes in demographics that we need rules when before we knew all our neighbours and they knew  us.With strangers we need more rules.
I agree, said Mary defiantly.And I just saw a book called “Compassionate Assertiveness Training”She laughed.
Shall we send one to Donald  Trump.Can you  believe what America is like if a man like that can be President?
Well,it’s a democracy so if Satan lived there he could stand if he had  the money..
The two  women suddenly fell silent.Emile was puzzled as they rarely paused like this once they got going
Is he the anti-Christ, purred the little cat.
Satan or Donald Trump? asked Annie.
Well …. we’ve never seen Satan as yet…But we must watch out in case he comes here to punish the weak and the sick.
Well that gave them all a moment of wonder before Mary grilled some bacon and cut some bread from a loaf she got   in  the Victoria Bakery.
Here you are,she said to Annie,handing her a sandwich.Better eat anyway,whatever happens.Give me some  hot tea,quick
And so pray all of us.
For he’s a Bally Woodfiller,
He’s a Wooly Sad Triller
And all day so are us.

Man gone?

Instead of a  husband

An electric carving knife… if you afford a joint of beef!
An electric tin opener.For those nights when baked beans are all you have left
A giant size teddy bear.Something to hug.
Money.
A masseuse.
A friend who can climb a ladder.
A dog to bark at you.
A cat to cuddle up to you.
A parrot to repeat the words you said when you dropped a Le Creuset pot onto the floor  to your guests.
A person who enjoys conversation.

Not a lot really