Friday, April 18, 2008
The Great Stink
Sacré bleu! I can confirm that this is true - I smelt it myself as I stepped out of the house this morning and it was indeed precisely like merde de chien. Franky I think the Frenchies owe us a proper explanation.
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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.
After being hit with it as I left the house I was alarmed to still smell it when I made it into central London. For a dreadful moment I thought it was me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for putting my mind at rest!
is it me, or is the mail, or is it the met. office spokeswoman? surely, 'blowing from the west' and blowing 'eastwards' are the same direction. they must mean easterly. now, where's me bit of seaweed?
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