Thursday, June 05, 2008
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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.
Fixed it. You can go forward, now. And next time bring a toolbox. I don't pass this way often. And that is my wheel brace, so don't get any ideas.
ReplyDeleteWhere's the toilet paper?
ReplyDeleteI'm no longer indifferent about Stonehenge. I've decided to knock the bugger down".
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ReplyDeleteOn the left, ladies and gentlemen, you'll see a dispiriting wasteland. On the right...
ReplyDelete"Bryan Appleyard's crusade for cheaper fuel!"
ReplyDeleteNaked from the waist down.
ReplyDeleteThe author on his way to the Sunday Times, to claim his expenses for his trip to the USA.
ReplyDeleteCannons to the left of him.
ReplyDeleteCannons to the right of him.
Into the great unknown,
rode the bold journo.
In the Sunday Times this week I interview a Centurion tank and ask 'Is the British Army overstretched or suffering from metal fatigue?'
ReplyDeleteGunga Bryan.
ReplyDeleteJohntyh: Loved the knocking-over-Stonehenge line.
Bryan perfect for the part of Oddball in (Ruth) Kelly's Heroes sequel : A Tankful of Diesel.
ReplyDelete''Look, I'm trying to go faster but these american boots won't fit the pedals!''
ReplyDeleteThe FA insists on greater protection for future Manchester City managers
ReplyDeleteMore presidential than Michael Dukakis.
ReplyDeleteSo this explains why you were in Twentynine Palms. Here I thought you were just taking seven weeks for a lark across the States, drifting about like a modern day Jack Kerouac, trying on new identities like Madonna or some spiritual chameleon, but you were just working.
Did they let you shoot the gun?
See you on the other side.
ReplyDeleteWish I was driving one of those, and not the Vauxhall Astra, while hurtling through the hedgerow-lined back roads of Devon the past three days. The GPS was undoubtedly right about the efficiency of the route, but some appreciation for the strained nerves of the driver should have been factored in. Then again, there was no need to worry about being on the wrong side of the road - every side was the wrong side. Hedgerows look soft but they hide an unforgiving heart of stone.
ReplyDeleteRandy...."...every side was the wrong side." Quite.
ReplyDeleteMy other car's a bus.
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