'I woke to be told there had been a great earthquake. I had felt nothing. But I was deeply concerned for those who had been woken in the middle of the night in nearby Lincolnshire.'
The Rapacity of Soap is, as you see, to be a hard-hitting, no-holds-barred account of the turbulent years of change, earthquakes and alien visitations. The Tenacity of Dope will tell it like it is which is not like people think it is, but something quite different. The Fepacity of Bope will also describe the way I appeared to lose my grip on the morning after the great 'quake.
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.
The earth may have moved for you, but it didn't for me.
ReplyDeleteIn that case, Captain, I can only apologise.
ReplyDeleteDamn (tears up opening chapter of "The Veracity of Stoats")
ReplyDeleteBryan, don't leave out that chapter 'The Mendacity of Nope', recounting your hopeless struggle to come to terms with lying politicians who say 'yep' when they mean 'nope'
ReplyDeleteI felt it. And it was terrifying. The alarm clock rattled on the shelf above the bed and this morning my car keys were at least an inch away from where I left them.
ReplyDelete"The Capacity of Snopes" was a tale by William Faulkner set in Yoknapatawpha County.
ReplyDeleteMeant "Duplicity of Snopes." Consider all the words that begin with "sn-" -- they're mostly negative. Faulkner knew what he was doing with names.
ReplyDeleteCaddie! Caddy!