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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.
Chertsey - what an absurd name, I feel I must have made it up.
ReplyDeleteBryan changes tack, now lands at Scampton.
ReplyDeleteAppleyard in the tradition of Romney vicars solves binge drinking epidemic/putting higher taxes on wine issue.
on the seventeenth day of the second month—on that day all the springs of the great deep burst forth, and the floodgates of the heavens were opened. And rain fell on the earth, forty minutes and forty seconds. And Noah said to God, ''You got me to build a boat for THAT! I'm 600 years old for Christ's sake!!''
ReplyDeleteit's what Antony Gormley's been waiting for.
ReplyDeleteNice boat.
ReplyDelete''turn right at Baffin and proceed along the Northwest Passage'', is it?
ReplyDeleteRight, as soon as we get home, Margaret, the Sat-Nav's going back to Halfords!!
The riddle of the 'Mary Celeste' solved at last; the crew had simply succumbed to that irresistable urge to go to Chertsey!
ReplyDeleteYou won't get to Chertsey in that old tub, Bryan. Best look for an overland route...
ReplyDeleteOld tub! How very ungentlemanly. She's a well-found, sturdy-looking lady with a bow just made for trouble. Steel hull? Love sails of that colour.
ReplyDeleteThat boat looks like it's run aground. You won't be going anywhere until the tide comes back in, just ask Cap'n Aubrey.
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