When I was in Tesco – looking for Tabasco
I came across a shelf that was empty of goods
I asked them where the sauce was they said they had no more because
The volcanic ash cloud stopped all the planes
Archive for the ‘random’ Category
the #ashtag rap
Monday, April 19th, 2010sleep
Saturday, April 17th, 2010shoulders slump
eyes shut I can hear birds in the garden
the spring sunshine streams through the conservatory roof
heart beat slows almost to a halt, head nods forward, soon I will no longer be awake…………………………………………………………………………
dog quotes from Saturday 17th April
Saturday, April 17th, 2010I saw a man walking a dog. I thought it was a pig.
woof woof. all dogs must be kept on a lead. woof woof.
it’s a dog’s life.
come by shep, wheeet, wheeet.
siiittt
seawater
Friday, April 16th, 2010the sound
Friday, April 16th, 2010calf
Friday, April 16th, 2010confluence
Friday, April 16th, 2010ambidexterity
Friday, April 16th, 2010ambidexterity means no cricked neck!
‘D’ Day
Saturday, April 10th, 2010They’re on the beaches.
We’ll fight them, then.
Nearly 70 years on, in fact.
Welcome to an unseasonably warm IOM.
Dara Ó Briain ticket for Wednesday available for Hannah.
Downside? She has to come with me.
Upside? Transport both ways for Hannah.
cans of lager
Saturday, April 10th, 2010can of lager
can of lager
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can of lager
can of lager
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Guest Beers at the Victoria April 1st 2010
Monday, April 5th, 2010Mauldon’s Cuckoo (4.3%) £3.05
Dixons Colour of Spring (4.2%) £2.95
Butcombe Gold (4.4%) £3.15
Batemans Eggs-B (4.2%) £2.95
Still Life
Monday, April 5th, 2010A back garden in Lincoln.
THIRD LAW OF TINTERNET part 2
Sunday, April 4th, 2010I’m back in my usual seat in the corner of the kitchen. It’s a pew we bought from Anne’s church, St Peter in Eastgate, for £130. I’m told that the going rate at auction is £30 but what the heck. It’s charidee. £130 is what the new flexible seating costs per seat.
The church’s loss is my gain. As seats go it is absolutely rock solid. Bedded in by thousands of bottoms, mostly now dead and buried. There is something poetic about having it in the kitchen with me, a confirmed atheist, sat on it writing. I also eat on it of course. The kids fight to sit on it when we are eating.