Monday, July 16, 2007
Boris, Norris, Doris and Horace
Now that Boris is definitely standing for Mayor of London, Iain Dale argues that Steve Norris should stand against him for the Tory candidature. I can only applaud this excellent idea. It could, as I suggested on Iain's blog, be improved yet further if we were to persuade Doris Saatchi to stand as well. Another commenter then threw the hat of the poet Horace into the ring. We could then have a four way fight between Boris, Norris, Doris and Horace. I'm sure there are even more suitable candidates for a battle that promises, at last, to be interesting, if only from the perspective of those with a weakness for double rhymes.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
Alas, if only Johnny Morris was still with us.
ReplyDeleteHe would have been a shoo-in against that lot.
I think to Boris, Doris, Norris, and Horace you'd do well to add a Greek Chorus.
ReplyDeleteThe ruination of the Tories is at hand if this co-median gets anywhere near that lamp-shaped place.
ReplyDeleteNo, no, Susan, we must maintain standards. Get too loose with the double rhymes and you'll be letting in any old riff-raff, like florists, or brontosauruses. And then where will London be?
ReplyDeleteAt last - an opportunity for Joris out of Browning's How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix. 'I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he, I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three...' Poor Joris has lurked too long on the sidelines of anapoestic verse, a forgotten figure...
ReplyDeleteAt first, I was crushed to discover the Horace referred to in the title was not Horace Wilson, a character portrayed as being ahead of his time in the field of government surveillance.
ReplyDeleteWith the literary bent of offerings now well-established, I think E. M. Forster's Maurice is worthy of consideration, given that you Brits insist on mispronouncing it like Morris.
Alternatively, all of the contenders might be wedged into a Morris. I don't know about everyone else, but I would relish the opportunity to hear someone on one of those self-important politics programs waxing eloquent about the Boris, Norris, Doris and Horace in their Morris. It would have to be a Miner, of course, preferably driven by disabled Black Welsh lesbian (to paraphrase the Hacker papers).