Let’s be thankful it is almost over, unendurable politicking here.
We do have a couple of minor items left to deal with

Let’s be thankful it is almost over, unendurable politicking here.
We do have a couple of minor items left to deal with


Oz is right. Why wait a whole month when most cherished poets sally forth with their offerings within a couple of weeks? And nobody is going to versify after 19th December anyway; with all that huntin’, shootin’, fishin’, cookin’, shoppin’ and suppin’ to take care of, until twelfth night at the earliest.
Continue reading “Yuletide poetry competition – 19th December 2012”
That strange book Fantasticks, by Nicholas Breton (1554-1626) is something of a favorite. Not many people know about it, but those who do seem to like the archaic language and ritual cadence of it.
It is out of print, so since October I’ve been copying bits out, beginning with the section on the months, this is the third. There are a few chapters on special days, Christmas, Easter etc. so there may be a bonus post a bit later this month.
But for now here is December.
Thank you for your participation in the November competition, you know who you are
I enjoyed the various takes on our fireworks theme, the entries are here.
The usual suspects one might say but always some new views of an old story, and why not indeed.
One from FEEG to start us off
Then three not quite in a row from Janus (prolific as always)
Soutie tucked one in between
OZ with an early entry (for him at least)
And a last minute entry from TR (without help)
Apart from a white-knuckle landing at Stansted, my sojourn in England was a study in the indulgence of the aged. I was ferried and fêted to my heart’s content and entertained royally by the eight grandchildren, who are already preparing their wish-lists for the upcoming season. One twelve-year-old, engrossed in her maths homework, enquired what I had studied at university because she needed some help! Luckily neither of us was embarrassed by my efforts.
The republicans were having a party
With cake ‘n things like that
They were drunk on the black stuff
And making jokes about Mick and Pat
Goodwill to all men and terrorists
Was toasted round the fireside
Tourettes Tony said “I don’t give a Farc!”
Before he was thrown outside Continue reading “Some Guy giving it laldy”
Government records disclosed after a four hundred year embargo prove that Fawkes was innocent of any wrongdoing. He was in the cellars conducting an audit of tally sticks which showed that members of parliament had been abusing their prerequisites.
I’m not hogging the home page deliberately. It’s the absence of other porcine posters that causes my glut, but I have to mention that the Oxford American Dictionary has plumped for ‘gif’ as the word of the year. Which only goes to prove that I no longer live in the real world. ‘Gif’, my Backside! Something to do with techie life, I hear. I can relate to one of the runners-up, ‘Eurogeddon’ though, that end-of-the-world state caused by eurocratic megalomania.
Another invention from the Great American Election debates – ‘Romnesia’ – struck me as deserving of a place in posterity, to denote that endearing quality displayed by all successful politicians.
Do you have any contenders?
Black Country joke to be articulated in your best brummie:
Aynuk drops in on Ayli. “Oim gonna paper owr frunt rowm. Ow many rowls did yo boy for yorn?” “Oi got foiv.”
Next day Aynuk returns. “Ere, owr Ayli! Oi had a roll left ower!” “So di Oi!”
(This was prompted by the news that B’ham Council’s voice recognition software can’t cope with locals.)

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